Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 52 What Does He Care About What's Behind Him?
A sharp corner of the grass remained beneath my feet.

Pei Xia stood in this corner, sword in hand.

The thin-bladed longsword, now revealed, was emitting a low hum, its blade trembling slightly.

On both sides, the newly cultivated land was a mess, plowed by blood.

Xie Zu flicked his hand and looked at Pei Xia: "Not bad, you can leave now."

As the sword drew near, Xie Zu's heavy, mountain-like aura was momentarily provoked, prompting him to unleash a full-force counterattack.

However, the Grand General restrained this impulse with great skill.

If it's said to be 50% of the force, then it's 50% of the force.

Having received confirmation that the other party kept their promise, Pei Xia's hand holding the sword finally began to tremble along with the blade.

Lu Li noticed this, and she struggled to stand up from Xu Shangxin's embrace, whispering to her master's wife, "Go help him up."

Xu Shangxin took Lu Li's hand and walked to Pei Xia's side.

The two exchanged a glance, and Xu Shangxin carefully took Pei Xia's arm, and staggered away under Xie Zu's watchful gaze.

The teahouse owner came out wiping a rag, looked in the direction the three had left, and whispered to Xie Zu, "General, we just let them leave like that? What about the Princess...?"

Xie Zu held out his hand to show him: "I'm already injured, what else does she want?"

A cut about an inch long was made on the back of Xie Zu's hand.

The shop owner looked troubled: "It's just this little injury..."

So Xie Zu turned his palm over again.

There was a similar wound on the palm of my hand.

Transparent.

The Grand General turned his head and gestured towards his feet with his chin: "You're not blind."

Extending from Xie Zu's feet, a fifty-zhang-long ravine of swordsmanship was a shocking sight.

The teahouse owner clicked his tongue: "Judging by his age, I wonder how he cultivated himself to this level..."

Xie Zu was actually a little puzzled.

Pei Xia left Beishi City to roam the martial world, and it has only been ten years in total. In just ten years, he has been able to develop such a powerful sword aura.
"Let your master investigate," Xie Zu said, looking at the somewhat impoverished insect and bird clerk. "Such cultivation level couldn't have come out of thin air. Ten years ago, it would definitely have left a trace in the martial world. It just so happens that Luo Xian took over the Zhang Sheng Palace, so it's much more convenient for Chao Cuo to investigate the martial world of the Nine Provinces now."

Xie Zu dared to say something like Luo Xian taking over the Holy Palace, but the minor characters didn't dare to listen and could only nod like chickens pecking at rice.

Xie Zu stopped pursuing, but Xu Shangxin dared not stop.

She held Lu Li's hand with one hand, and the little girl was almost exhausted, so she could only use the momentum to propel her feet and try her best not to fall.

Pei Xia could barely manage to take a step on his own; otherwise, given Xu Shangxin's physique, she really wouldn't be able to carry him.

However, as the three of them got further and further away from Beishi City, Pei Xia began to deliberately tug at Xu Shangxin's hand.

The girl turned to look at him and saw Pei Xia shaking his head at her.

His throat bobbed as if he wanted to speak, but after a long pause, he finally coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh".

After spitting out the blood, Pei Xia felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed to the ground.

"Pei Xia, Pei Xia!"

Xu Shangxin carefully helped him up and hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Tell me!"

Pei Xia grabbed her hand: "We can't... go any further."

He pointed to Lu Li beside him: "Listen to her."

Then his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

Lu Li also collapsed to the ground, feeling weak all over and urging her to fall asleep. The girl crawled over on her hands and feet, rested her head on Pei Xia's stomach, and looked at Xu Shangxin, who was full of anxiety.

"Master's wife, don't worry, listen to me..."

Pear tried to calm her breathing: "The most dangerous thing right now isn't the pursuers."

"what is that?"

"It's Pei Xia."

At this juncture, Lu Li also knew that many things could no longer be hidden: "He has a mental illness, and he can only suppress it with the help of popularity. Now that he is exhausted, his control is very weak, so we can no longer leave Beishi City, otherwise the popularity will become even thinner."

Xu Shangxin had no idea about this. Looking at Pei Xia's blood-stained face, she kept telling herself to stay calm: "What if he can't control it? Will he die?" Lu Li stared intently into her eyes: "It's much more serious than that."

Xu Shangxin clenched her fists: "Can I help him?"

Lu Li paused here, unsure whether Pei Xia's "listen to her" included those things.

But in this life-or-death situation, all she could say to Xu Shangxin was, "So-called popularity is just intense human emotions. The reason Pei Xia went to a brothel to spend the night when she first came to Beishi City was for this. In this situation, if you want to help her... there is indeed a way."

……

It was already dark, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

The Prime Minister's residence was still heavily guarded, but fortunately, E'kui was of extraordinary status and managed to sneak in.

Reaching the waterside dwelling, he saw Pei Xi's withered figure sitting by the water in the distance and cried out, "Is he dead?"

Pei Xi turned her back to him and shook her head.

Erkui chuckled and came over, sitting cross-legged next to Pei Xi.

She spotted the wine jug in his hand and exclaimed, "Wow, you've got some good wine hidden away! Quick, let me have a taste!"

He had only stretched his hand halfway out when Pei Xi covered the spout of the pot.

Erkui was taken aback: "What, you're not letting me?"

Pei Xi turned her head to look at him, her eyes smiling: "You can't drink it. With your cultivation level, if you drink it, your intestines will rupture."

Erkui's expression hardened slightly. She gave up on asking for more wine and only dared to mutter under her breath, "Nonsense."

Pei Xi knew he was unhappy, so she comforted him, "I'll treat you to the best willow chrysanthemum wine when we go to Leyang another day."

Which poplar catkin?

"Fickle and promiscuous".

"Alas, how disrespectful to elders! Aren't they ashamed?"

"The famous products of Leyang are three thousand painted boats and pavilions on the water. There, you can only enjoy beautiful women instead of food with your wine."

The old prime minister picked up the wine pot, took a small sip, then squinted his eyes, his gaze hazy, as if he were seeing his childhood again.

Wearing a short shirt and barefoot, he was already begging for food in a brothel at a young age.

Every day, he would squeeze his face against the plump thighs of the girls, his eyes filled with red candles, shouting to sell cigarettes and alcohol amidst the cries of his patrons and the girls' feigned flattery.

It wasn't until around dawn that they would rest, eat the leftovers, ask for a little bit of unburnt candle oil, and then hide in a corner to read for a while.

Back then, I was young and down on my luck, yet full of ambition, like the rising sun, vivid in my memory.

How did it all happen so fast? I'm almost dead.

Erkui understood the implication in his words: "Want to go back to Leyang's hometown?"

Pei Xi nodded: "Let's go and try the things we missed out on as kids."

Er Baiyi looked down at the dark lake surface: "You've turned this Beishi City upside down, and you're just going to leave like this?"

"Yes."

The old man, supporting his thin body, slowly stood up: "This time, I've also cleaned up both my body and my back."

Pei Xia broke her obsession with her biological father.

Xu Shangxin was freed from the shackles of the debt of gratitude owed to her parents.

Ye Lu can also get rid of Pei Xi's surveillance.

Yang Xu is dead.

Luo Xiaojin got her wish and was dressed in official robes. Even Sui Zhi wouldn't dare call her a Qin commodity anymore.

Luo Xian gained control of the Holy Palace, giving him a pretext for war...

An elderly person's dying thought changed the fate of many people.

After years of diligent governance, he finally brought the Great Ling to a crossroads.

But just like he told Pei Xia, how to proceed from here on out...

He didn't want to deal with it anymore.

(End of this chapter)