Chapter 1003: Why weren’t you burned to death? (1/2)

Long Feiye stopped him and asked with a cold voice, “What’s your relationship with Celestial Mountain Sword Sect?”

That had nothing to do with the Moye sword spirit, but it was an important question all the same. Such high swordsmanship skills had to come from Celestial Mountain. Where else could they originate from?

The one-armed man was quite surprised by Long Feiye’s question. He hesitated, but the pain in his bones and the laughter of the proprietress by his side reminded him to answer Long Feiye.

“My master is part of the Heretical Sword Sect. He’s already hidden himself away for years and never asked about Celestial Mountain Sword Sect’s matters. I’m his sole disciple.” the one-armed man replied.

Heretical Sword Sect? Long Feiye was satisfied with the answer. There were plenty of things he didn’t know about the sect, nor had he ever seen some of their secret sword techniques. He backed away, and Han Yunxi immediately went to treat the man with antidote. Actually, she wanted to ask even more questions, but time was running out. If she didn’t cure him now, there’d be no one left to ask.

After the man took the antidote, he simply sat on the ground and sighed. Naturally, Han Yunxi could tell that there was a story between him and the proprietress, but she wasn’t interested in that. She only knew these two had killed seven innocent women and two shadow guards. Their crimes were unforgivable!

As soon as the poison was cured, Han Yunxi asked, “Why is the Moye sword spirit seeping into Gu Qishao’s body? What’s going on? Will his life be in danger?”

The man hung his head, dejected. “I don’t know.”

The proprietress looked at Gu Qishao and abruptly stopped laughing to cry. “It’s gone...the sword he wants is gone…”

The man’s head hung even lower as he sat there in silence. Even as Han Yunxi asked him more questions, he didn’t answer. Finally, she kicked him aside and cursed, “You untrustworthy thing!”

“Miss, I really have no idea, truly,” the man replied. He could see through Gu Qishao enough to guess his birthdate, but not his body or his vines. He only felt that the man seemed to have an undying, undecaying body, just like those plants. Long Feiye’s eyes flashed with a complex expression, but he didn’t say a word.

At this moment, Baili Mingxiang and Xu Donglin cried out. “The lightstream is gone! It’s disappeared!”

Han Yunxi and Long Feiye looked over to see that the red stream of light really had vanished. The sword awn surrounding Gu Qishao had faded as well. Gradually, it too disappeared, leaving Gu Qishao seemingly asleep in mid-air.

“Little Qi…” Han Yunxi said subconsciously in spite of herself.

“Xu Donglin, go take a look!” Long Feiye ordered. If he wasn’t keeping guard over their prisoners, he would have gone himself.

When Xu Donglin went, Han Yunxi made to follow until Long Feiye stopped her, a little angry. “If the Moye sword spirit goes out of control, its destructive power would be enormous. You stay put!”

Long Feiye knew Han Yunxi was worried over Gu Qishao simply as a friend, but he still objected! He was magnanimous enough to take the entire world into his chest, but wouldn’t stand for a speck of sand when it came to this woman.

“But Little Qi, he…” Han Yunxi was worried.

“He wasn’t burned to death, so it shouldn’t be too serious,” Long Feiye replied. As predicted, Xu Donglin had barely gotten close when Gu Qishao opened his eyes to give him a fright.

“Gu...Gu Qishao, are, are you alright?” Xu Donglin stammered.

Gu Qishao stared at him a while before rolling his eyes. The next second he was flying towards Han Yunxi and Long Feiye at high speeds. Seeing this, Han Yunxi’s heart settled back into her chest. If Gu Qishao could still be so lively, then he should be fine. Did he really absorb Moye’s sword spirit? Why did that happen?

Before she could ask him, Gu Qishao rushed in front of Long Feiye and asked bluntly, “Long Feiye, were you trying to slice me to death back there?”

Long Feiye adopted a lofty air as he gave him a silent, scornful look. When he’d slashed at Gu Qishao, it was only to undo the ropes tying him fast. The fact that this fellow could run over to interrogate him now proved that he was conscious and clearheaded throughout the entire ordeal.

Although he was planning to ignore him, Long Feiye suddenly recalled something and asked with a cold laugh, “When I saw you fly towards the fire like a moth, I thought you turned stupid after being tied up for days. Heheh, looks like you didn’t turn into an idiot after all?”

Fly towards the fire like a moth?