Chapter 637
"I just don't understand how you can still hang on . " There was no one else in the quiet room . Fan Xian sat on a chair by the bed and spoke quietly to the shriveled old man on the bed . "Hanging on is so tough, why bother?"
Fan Xian still felt some fear toward this Great Grandmaster . Otherwise, given the scathing nature under his gentle appearance, his words would be far uglier . Although Sigu Jian was already at the end of his life, Fan Xian was still afraid that the shriveled old man on the bed would suddenly become a large sword and split him open ruthlessly .
Sigu Jian laid on the bed, staring spiritlessly upward . Although his breathing was not rushed, it was unusually distant . It sounded like a broken bellow, constantly giving one the sense that the fire in the stove was about to be extinguished .
This was precisely what Fan Xian did not understand . Sigu Jian had been struck by Ye Liuyun's scattered hands and the Emperor's Way of the Emperor's punch . His life had long been extinguished, yet, somehow, he had managed to hang on for three years .
A month ago, he had been struck twice by the Shadow's thunderous attack . This Great Grandmaster finally couldn't hold on anymore . The zhenqi in his meridians had dispersed . He had become a piece of dead wood lying on the bed . Fan Xian could clearly sense what pain and price Sigu Jian had paid to forcefully extend his life . Since living was so difficult and the agreement had been made, he didn't understand why he was still using the pure life-saving zhenqi in his body to forcefully delay the end .
Sigu Jian's body had always been wiry . His monthlong battle with the underworld had drained too much from him . He had lost nearly 20 pounds . All of his flesh had dried . His skin seemed to be plastered on his bones . He appeared extremely terrifying .
A hacking sound rose from the bed . It was as if he was laughing . In a raspy voice, Sigu Jian said, "There is no logic to life and death . I don't want to die yet, so I am alive . "
Fan Xian looked at him calmly and confirmed that he was already in a paraplegic state . He then sighed involuntarily . Standing up, he said, "Your disciples have injured me many times . Among the 100 Tiger Guards you killed on Dong Mountain, there were trusted aides I wanted to protect . For some reason, looking at your imminent death, I cannot feel much of the joy of having achieved vengeance . "
"Because… You know your Emperor borrowed the sword in my hand to kill those Tiger Guards . " Sigu Jian's breathing gradually calmed and became steady . Only the two pupils in his deeply sunken eyes were hard pressed to summon the sword light that had once flourished under heaven . They were indifferent and slack .
Fan Xian paused for a moment . He then respectfully said, "I really want to know how you managed to survive these years . "
Sigu Jian was silent . Fan Xian walked forward . Standing by the bed, he gently lifted the blanket and carefully pulled away the soft and light clothing on the Great Grandmaster's body . Looking at the large wound on his chest, Fan Xian didn't say anything for a long time .
This was a very rude and disrespectful action . Although there was no one else in the room to see, Fan Xian still felt that his action was rude and inappropriate . Thus, he only looked quickly and then carefully tidied the clothes on Sigu Jian's body .
A Great Grandmaster close to death could only let Fan Xian look as if checking a corpse . Presumably, Sigu Jian felt a great rage . Strangely, the expression in his eyes did not change . He only looked at the beams above his head, thinking about something .
Fan Xian sat back down in the chair and carefully recalled the wound he saw earlier . The reason he was so interested in Sigu Jian's wound was because he truly did not understand how this Great Grandmaster had been able to extend his life three years . He knew the truly fatal wound was still the punch the Emperor had landed on his body .
Even if he was a Great Grandmaster, all of the meridians in his chest were shattered and his organs were rotten . How could he survive?
In the manor when the Shadow had attacked Sigu Jian, Fan Xian had taken an astonished glance at the strange wound on the Great Grandmaster's chest .
A terrifying green color floated on top of the wound . This green light was a color with which Fan Xian was familiar . It was the color of powerful poison . Fan Xian sat in the chair and was silent for a long time . Suddenly, he said, "How long did Sir Fei stay in Dongyi?"
With great difficulty, Sigu Jian smiled and replied quietly a moment later, "Actually, you are smarter than you think you are . "
Fan Xian sat woodenly in the chair . "To use a powerful poison to sever the meridians and freeze the rotten flesh, such clever use of poison cannot be done by just anyone . "
He sighed and gently rubbed his temples . "When I was little, I heard him speak of such a realm once . I had never seen it . I can't believe it can actually be done . Of three great poison masters in the world, Xiao En is dead . I know the one from Dongyi was one you exaggerated, although, he has some skills . No besides Sir Fei could use poison to help you live a few years longer . "
"He always told me that he was heading out to sea but not from Quanzhou . He would only leave from Dongyi," Fan Xian said quietly as if speaking to himself . "He has treated you before . To come treat you again is not surprising . "
"Yes," Sigu Jian said coldly . His body was frozen to the bed and completely unable to move . "Fei Jie stayed in the Sword Hut for half a year and then went out to sea . "
A sudden wave of frustration rose in Fan Xian's heart . When he had seen Sigu Jian's wound in the manor, he had already begun to suspect . He had thought Sir Fei was still quietly hiding in the Sword Hut . He had not thought he had left long ago .
After he was reborn into this world, other than his grandmother and Uncle Wu Zhu, his two relatives, Sir Fei Jie was the first adult he met . He was the first one to care and protect him wholeheartedly . Fan Xian and Fei Jie did not spend much time together, but the teacher and disciple were unusually close . It was an intimacy refined through corpses and poison .
Sir Fei Jie had truly gone out to sea . He would probably never return to land again . Fan Xian's heart suddenly felt cold . A faint sorrow surged up . He thought eventually his father, Chen Pingping, and even that Emperor would all leave him one by one, leaving him alone in this world . This was truly a sorrow difficult to endure .
"Fei Jie went out to sea with Ye Liuyun . " Sigu Jian spat out another secret .
Fan Xian was silent for a long time . After Dong Mountain, Ye Liuyun had only recovered for two months before he returned to how he had been the past dozen years . No one knew any more about him . Even Ye Zhong and Ye Ling'er did not know . The people of the Qing Kingdom were all used to this Great Grandmaster's free-roaming life, so no one minded too much .
Out to sea? To a new land? Fan Xian couldn't resist laughing bitterly . "Everyone leaves quite straightforwardly . "
"Ye Liuyun was injured by me on the mountain . He will never return to his initial level," Sigu Jian said calmly without any pride or ruthlessness . "Fei Jie went out to sea with him so he could look after his injuries . Ye Liuyun's hands can protect Fei Jie . These two old things are living quite at ease . "
Fan Xian rose and was silent for a moment . He then looked at him and said, "The negotiation between the Qing Kingdom and City are still ongoing . As you know, these things will not be decided in a short amount of time . The nobility of the vassal states are certain to rebut . You are about to die, so you can't control these matters . At that time, I may need to use some tricks . "
"This has nothing to do with me . " Sigu Jian's small figure was buried under the blankets . He appeared very pitiful . "Are you telling me this because… cough… cough… you are about to leave?"
"I need to return to the capital for a bit, and then come back and deal with the rest . " Fan Xian nodded and began to walk out of the room . When his feet landed on the threshold, he suddenly said, "What message did Chen Pingping ask Fei Jie to bring to you?"
Sigu Jian did not answer . It was like he had fallen asleep .
Fan Xian turned around at the threshold . His eyes were filled with worry . "Ku He wanted to extend Chen Pingping's life, and Chen Pingping wants to extend your life . Why must you old people suffer so bitterly? Sometimes, I cannot believe that the old Director would choose this path . It doesn't align with his sense of beauty at all .
"I was also very surprised . " Sigu Jian's laugh sounded ugly . "That old dog has always clearly been absolutely loyal to the Qing Emperor . Why would be want to save my life? Is he not afraid that I will expose the Hanging Temple incident?"
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