My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 114 Medical Treatment

When Xie Yan went to the martial arts arena to find Tao Xian, she saw her fighting fiercely with someone.

That person was Zhou Chen, the young swordsman who was impersonated by Xie Yan among the Five Eccentrics of Youzhou.

Zhou Chen's sword gleamed with a chilling light under the sunlight.

The sword in his hand was clearly specially crafted; its blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it appeared both long and thin compared to ordinary swords.

Perhaps because of this, his swordsmanship was exceptionally light and elusive.

Faced with Tao Xian's attack with white silk, the longsword seemed to transform into a smooth whip, and the weapons of both sides became entangled, with the longsword dancing along with the fluttering white silk.

With a wave of her hands, Tao Xian summoned two white ribbons that nimbly wrapped around his sword, attempting to control his swordplay.

However, Zhou Chen's longsword moved with ease, not only breaking free from Bai Ling's control but also using her strength to his advantage, aiming to strike Tao Xian's vital points.

Tao Xian moved swiftly, trying to dodge the longsword's attack.

But the longsword seemed to come alive, turning with her movements and following her closely, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

Looking at Zhou Chen, whose figure seemed to merge with the sword, Xie Yan sighed, "What a perfect sword-man unity!"

Xuanfeng and the others standing beside him: ...Why do compliments always sound so strange coming from your mouth?

The sword pressed closer and closer, surrounding Tao Xian so tightly that even the white silk ribbon was cut into several pieces by the sword's wind.

But Tao Xian's expression remained unchanged.

Just as the sword was only a hair's breadth away from her, Tao Xian suddenly withdrew her white silk ribbon.

The next second, to everyone's disbelief, she lunged forward and crashed straight into Zhou Chen's longsword.

Just when everyone thought Tao Xian might be defeated, she lightly turned to the side, and the sword did not pierce her. Instead, she caught it in her hand.

To be precise, what followed the sword were several silver needles she had tucked between her fingers.

The silver needle sparked as it struck the sword, abruptly halting the sword's attack.

Zhou Chen frowned, twisted his wrist, and tried to retract his sword.

But Tao Xian was even faster. She tightened her knuckles around the silver needle, and the needle clamped down on Zhou Chen's longsword like an iron clamp.

No matter how hard Zhou Chen tried, he couldn't pull the longsword out.

Immediately afterwards, Tao Xian suddenly smiled at Zhou Chen and twisted his hand forcefully in the opposite direction!

It was unclear what those silver needles were made of. With a "clang," the longsword was twisted in two by the silver needles.

Zhou Chen was momentarily captivated by Tao Xian's smile, and before he could react, he heard a familiar cracking sound.

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked down in disbelief—

Sure enough, the sword he had spent a fortune to forge was broken again.

"My sword!"

Another familiar cry of pain.

Xie Yan touched her chin: Hmm... This scene seems so familiar.

Zhou Chen's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and, without even having time to mourn the sword he had just acquired, drew the broken sword and stabbed at Tao Xian.

But Peach Fairy's reaction was clearly faster.

The broken sword had just grazed Tao Xian's clothes when it fell to the ground with a clatter.

The longsword in Zhou Chen's hand was now reduced to just its hilt.

The arena was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Chen remained frozen in place, his face extremely pale, still in the position of thrusting forward.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tao Xian casually put away the few silver needles, walked calmly to Zhou Chen, looked him straight in the eye, and said, "You have lost."

Zhou Chen's expression was complicated. Looking at Tao Xian's calm and unwavering gaze, he suddenly lowered his head, gripped the hilt of his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I have lost."

Zhou Chen conceded defeat decisively and without any hesitation.

Below the arena, the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment for a while before finally reacting and bursting into cheers.

"I never expected this girl to be so amazing..."

"Yeah, it seems like it was her last time too. She knocked Tang Long down into the river in one move."

"Hiss—then it's really hard to predict who will win this tournament."

"Who says it's not..."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Tao Xian, who was walking back, saw Xie Yan waving at her mysteriously.

In Dongfang Shuo's room—

Tao Xian solemnly removed her hand from his wrist.

Seeing her like this, Dongfang Shuo's heart skipped a beat. He coughed lightly and then asked hesitantly, "...What's wrong? Is something amiss?"

Tao Xian frowned slightly. She glanced at Dongfang Shuo and asked, "Have you ever been seriously injured?"

Dongfang Shuo was taken aback; he hadn't expected Tao Xian to ask that question.

As someone who lives in the martial arts world, getting injured is a common occurrence, so Tao Xian's question left him somewhat puzzled, and he could only reply, "Many times."

Then Tao Xian asked, "Are there any injuries that were particularly severe but recovered very quickly afterward?"

Dongfang Shuo was stunned this time. He had been injured far too many times, but when it came to recovering quickly, he suddenly remembered something and blurted out subconsciously, "Yes!"

As he spoke, he fell into reminiscence: "That was two years ago... I led my disciples to besiege a gang of ruthless bandits. Caught off guard, I was shot in the back of the heart by an arrow from those lying in ambush."

"Although the arrow pierced my body, I used my inner energy to protect my heart meridian."

"Afterwards, I pulled out the arrow. Although I had lost a lot of blood and energy, it wasn't life-threatening, so I wasn't too concerned. Moreover, I recovered not long after taking the medicine..."

Dongfang Shuo's voice grew softer and softer as he recalled his physical discomfort, which had started two years ago.

Two years ago, after the arrow was removed from his body, he had been experiencing occasional chest tightness and shortness of breath.

But whenever he went to see a doctor, the doctors all said in unison that it was due to his old age and excessive internal injuries.

So he also believed that it was true, because he was old and weak.

"Could it be..."

Dongfang Shuo suddenly realized something and stared wide-eyed at Tao Xian.

Tao Xian glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Your injury that time was not as simple as you think."

"What is that?" Dongfang Shuo's heart pounded, and he couldn't help but ask.

Tao Xian didn't answer, but looked over and said, "Let me see your wound."

Dongfang Shuo didn't hesitate for long before turning his back, loosening his belt, and lifting his clothes.

His back was covered with wounds, some deep, some shallow, some long, some short. But they had all scabbed over and faded, clearly old wounds from his youth.

On his back, there was indeed a scar the size of an arrow, which looked quite ordinary compared to the other wounds.

Tao Xian stared intently at the wound for a long time.

Just as Dongfang Shuo was feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, she suddenly spoke, her tone serious.

"Practice your internal energy."

Although Dongfang Shuo didn't understand why, he still obediently did as he was told.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate his inner energy.

As he channeled his energy, the arrow wound began to turn a faint purple.

Gradually, even the surrounding skin began to show dense, dark bruises, making it look exceptionally eerie and sinister.