nucmednet Chapter 62 Gu Poison
Chapter 62 Gu Poison
For the next two days, Ouyang Xue did not show up, whether out of shyness and deliberate avoidance or because she was busy with other important matters, it is unknown.
"Master, you haven't used that in a long time."
"that?"
Sheng Wansong asked in confusion, pondering to himself.
Which one are you referring to? The one picking cotton?
"It's the one where ice spikes suddenly shoot up from the ground."
An Lan raised both hands in front of her, trying to vividly demonstrate, "The martial arts you used when you saved me."
Sheng Wansong read it and knew that she was referring to the Four Perfections of the Sacred Heart.
"That's Indra's martial arts; what does it have to do with my Sheng Wansong?"
?
A small head, a big question.
Sheng Wansong patted An Lan's head, and the latter immediately showed an expression of enjoyment, putting her questions behind her.
Sheng Wansong was deliberately avoiding using the martial arts of the "Sacred Heart Technique" under his identity.
The purpose is so that when he acts as Indra in the future, people will not associate the two identities.
The amount of emotion a person can receive from the world is limited.
If someone is evil, they will be feared and shunned by the world; a chivalrous person will be respected and admired; and an emperor will be revered and worshipped.
Although it's just a simple label, that's true in most cases.
Even if a wicked person does good deeds, they will only be met with suspicion and distrust. A chivalrous person, once they commit evil, easily loses people's respect and is replaced by fear.
But what Katsumoto Matsu thought was...
I have to be all!
This is a world where emotions and beliefs can indeed bring about extraordinary phenomena.
Therefore, he prepared to act in three different identities.
When he was Sheng Wansong, he was a kind-hearted and handsome hero, admired by all.
Such a chivalrous person would not harm others unless they were utterly wicked, which is why he saved Liang Chen's life at the sword-tasting event. Under the watchful eyes of many, Sheng Wansong would not easily kill.
In contrast to Sheng Wansong, Di Shitian is positioned as an old ghost from the previous dynasty who has been lying dormant for thousands of years, and his appearance is bound to be accompanied by bloodshed.
After the duel between the two, the one who will ultimately clean up everything will be Lin Mingyuan, the cursed lone star destined to ascend the throne with a tragic fate.
Three identities, reaping three major directions of emotions from the world.
But power is secondary. The energy level of this world is actually not high. The power that Sheng Wansong can obtain is just an extra, a catalyst to help him grow.
His real purpose was to obtain spiritual happiness.
To be worshipped, feared, and pitied.
Tyrants and dictators may do whatever they want, but they cannot gain the respect and worship of the vast majority of people. What Sheng Wansong wants is everything.
Material enjoyment can be obtained through power, but spiritual enjoyment requires time to cultivate.
This is Shengwansong's current plan.
If the situation changes in the future, or if any previously unnoticed intelligence is discovered, further changes will be made.
But it is important to remember that labels are just labels; what truly determines everything is yourself. If you are bound by a role, you are putting the cart before the horse.
"Owner."
An Lan wanted to ask more questions.
Upon hearing footsteps, which were quiet and peaceful, Sheng Wansong put his finger to his lips and shushed them.
An Lan immediately covered her mouth with her hand and blinked her eyes.
This girl has recently started to find her niche, acting cute in a childlike manner.
Being sexy is an unattainable dream for her, so all she can do is act cute.
The footsteps grew closer, and Ouyang Xue pushed open the door and entered.
When Miss Xue'er came this time, she was carrying a black sword sheath in her arms. The sheath was smooth and sturdy, with dark patterns as dense as fine scales on it. Although it had a metallic texture, it was actually made of wood upon closer inspection.
"The scabbard for your sword has been made, and Xue'er has specially brought it to deliver to you."
Sheng Wansong reached out and took it.
The scabbard is extremely heavy, yet very easy to grip. It feels as if the scabbard is glued to your hand, providing an excellent feel.
"This scabbard is made of century-old ebony wood, wrapped with deep-sea shark skin, and soaked in a secret medicinal solution from the Famous Sword Manor before being hand-polished."
Sheng Wansong examined it carefully and found that although the sheath was elegant overall, the details revealed the woman's thoughtfulness.
For example, a blue tassel hangs below the hilt of the scabbard.
"This scabbard was made by Miss Ouyang herself."
Ouyang Xue gently brushed her hair aside, lowered her eyes and nodded: "After all, I was born into the Famous Sword Manor. Although I have never personally forged a legendary sword, I am still quite confident in these crafts."
"It should not disgrace the name of Zhanlu."
Sheng Wansong raised the scabbard, and the Zhanlu sword that was placed on the table immediately flew up, the entire blade disappearing into the scabbard with a soft click.
The sword and scabbard fit together perfectly, without the slightest gap, as if they were made for each other by nature.
"A fine sword and a fine scabbard."
Saying words of praise casually, Sheng Wansong put down his sword.
"However, compared to the sword sheath, I have another important matter to discuss with Miss Ouyang."
"Important matter?"
Ouyang Xue was puzzled; he couldn't figure out what important matter the other party needed to discuss with him.
"This matter concerns Miss Ouyang."
Sheng Wansong deliberately spoke in riddles, guiding Ouyang Xue to think in another direction.
Sure enough, the girl quickly blushed and looked flustered.
"The matter that Young Master Sheng is discussing requires the approval of his parents before a decision can be made."
Just as the atmosphere was getting right, another flurry of footsteps sounded.
"What?! I overslept! What's going on?!"
Lin Xian'er rushed to the battlefield.
She saw the Zhanlu sword, which had already been sheathed.
?
The handover of the sword sheath was so lacking in ceremony; it was just casually placed aside.
The atmosphere between the two was somewhat ambiguous and strange. Sister Xue's face was still red, and she didn't dare to look at Brother Wansong.
But compared to this little thing.
"Brother Wansong, may I take a look at your greatsword and its scabbard?"
Lin Xian'er opened her big, watery eyes with anticipation, and after receiving Sheng Wansong's permission, she took it with a "Wow!"
He ran into the yard and started waving.
A girl like her, with a heart set on the martial world, never tires of playing with the Zhanlu Sword every day.
Now that the sword has a sheath, Lin Xian'er plays with it even more enthusiastically, even imitating Liang Chen's sword-drawing movements.
This is completely off track.
Even more bearish than Anlan.
Sheng Wansong shook his head and looked at Ouyang Xue.
Because of Lin Xian'er's interruption, Ouyang Xue had recovered from her shyness and regained her normal expression.
"The important matter I have to discuss with Miss Ouyang concerns your health."
Seeing that he could no longer amuse her, Sheng Wansong turned to a serious expression.
"Originally, I only had some doubts, but on the day I measured my palm, the close contact confirmed my judgment."
The heavy tone made Ouyang Xue frown and her expression become serious.
Sheng Wansong frankly said, "Miss Ouyang, you were not born weak and sickly. On the contrary, you should have been born very healthy."
"What weakens you is not illness, but poison."
"Gu poison!"