I Only Stomp on Weaklings

Chapter 225: Chapter 208: Wounds

Chen Ming saw Jiang Wushuang’s face filled with a mix of embarrassment and urgency, a blush rising on her cheeks, and her eyes rolled back as she fainted.

Silently, he pulled the quilt over her, covering her chest and leaving only the wound below her shoulder exposed.

On the fair and delicate skin, there was a shocking wound.

Chen Ming felt a bit uneasy. In the wound, there was a faint golden Gang Yuan, seemingly with a consciousness of its own, clinging tightly to the flesh in her wound, pulling at it and continuously causing blood to flow out.

This was deliberately left by the enemy.

With the strength of this person, this sword strike was enough to kill Jiang Wushuang on the spot. Yet the opponent intentionally spared her life, injuring her without killing, and if time dragged on, she would become a cripple.

So vicious!

The assailant should be wary of the Eight Righteous Sect and did not wish to kill, hence using such a method.

This kind of injury is quite tricky.

The person who struck must be at least Second Grade, with Gang Yuan far superior to his. To expel this Gang Yuan was beyond his ability; at least a First Grade expert was needed.

What Chen Ming could do was take out the healing ointment he carried, sprinkle it on her wound to disinfect and stop the bleeding, and then bandage her up to prevent infection.

Then he sat aside, waiting for her to wake up on her own.

He didn’t call Xiao He in, nor did he ask her to find Jiang Wushuang’s maid.

When Jiang Wushuang was severely injured, she didn’t seek her personal maid but came to find him, so there must be a reason for that.

On the other hand, she probably didn’t want Xiao He to know she was a woman.

For a woman, reputation is still very important.

...

Unknowingly, it was dawn.

Jiang Wushuang, lying on the bed, moved her eyes and woke up. She seemed to recall something, quickly reaching for her neck and relaxed after feeling a piece of silver jewelry.

Then, remembering what happened last night, her face flushed instantly, her cheeks burning like fire.

She touched her body, found herself in new clothes that were noticeably looser than usual, looked down and recognized them as Brother Gu’s, and felt so embarrassed that she was at a loss.

Creak.

The door opened, and Chen Ming walked in. Seeing she was awake, he happily said, "You’re awake?"

Jiang Wushuang covered her face, turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Chen Ming knew she was feeling shy and candidly said, "Don’t worry, when I helped you change, I had a blindfold on."

"Stop talking—"

Jiang Wushuang’s voice was filled with embarrassed urgency.

For Martial Artists who have condensed "intent," whether their eyes are open or closed doesn’t make much difference. In fact, closing his eyes means he was using "intent" to touch her...

Chen Ming felt a bit helpless; women are just troublesome. Over such a thing, really?

He would rather she remain the previous Brother Jiang; treating a wound wouldn’t have these troublesome issues.

He said, "Eat something first. You’re badly injured, and there’s Gang Yuan left by the enemy in your body, which I can’t deal with. We’ll need a trustworthy First Grade expert to help you resolve it. Can you find someone trustworthy in Xiazhou City to help you heal?"

Jiang Wushuang continued facing away from him, like an ostrich with her head buried, facing the wall. But at least she reacted somewhat.

She shook her head.

Chen Ming said, "Then let me take you home; find your father."

After a while, Jiang Wushuang whispered in a voice as small as a mosquito, "No, once we leave Xiazhou City, that person will track us down and kill us."

"Or, you could write a letter and have someone deliver it to your Money Gang, letting Gang Master Xia come to save you."

"..."

Jiang Wushuang’s body noticeably stiffened, stammering, "You... you already..."

Chen Ming said, "Guessed it."

Last night, when he discovered Jiang Wushuang was a woman, he figured out she was Xia Mudan.

After guessing this, many previous doubts were easily resolved.

Chen Ming had always been curious as to why Jiang Wushuang would risk rescuing him from the Money Gang; he had considered many possibilities, none quite making sense.

Now it finally made sense.

Jiang Wushuang was Xia Mudan; she and her father, Xia Shaowen, set up this scheme, intending to marry her off using her alter ego.

What she previously said about her mother planning to send her to the palace may not even be true. That was her one-sided story.

Originally, everything was going smoothly, until he unexpectedly intervened in the situation, defeating her in the arena and completely altering the course of events.

Subsequently, Xia Shaowen seized the opportunity and forced them to marry.

Then she switched to Jiang Wushuang’s guise, kidnapped him before their wedding night, and followed him all the way to Xiazhou City.

No wonder she pleaded with him not to deny their sham marriage.

Honestly, last night when Chen Ming figured these things out, he was a bit angry, feeling set up.

However, thinking again, he ruined her grand plan, and she hadn’t retaliated—that was already fortunate.

Ultimately, this karma was his doing. Had he not stepped onto the matchmaking platform, none of this would’ve happened.

Chen Ming never expected that in order to gain some experience points, he would end up with such a big trouble.

He said, "Let’s not talk about that now. Your injury is more important. You should quickly write a letter and have someone send it to your father."

After a while, Jiang Wushuang, who had just experienced a social death, said softly, "It’s impossible. Father is probably trying to break through to the Divine Treasure Realm and cannot be disturbed."

Chen Ming thought it made sense. Xia Shaowen was at the peak of First Grade, and as the owner of the Secret Realm, he would certainly enter the Secret Realm in search of opportunities to open the Divine Treasure Realm.

He asked, "What about your mother then?"

"Mother quarreled with father and was locked up by him..."

"So, what you said before about your mother wanting to send you into the palace, is it true?"

"Yes, and mother has already sent my birth date and time into the palace. I’m afraid that the Emperor’s decree summoning me to the palace is already on its way. If it weren’t for this, father wouldn’t be so angry and wouldn’t have locked her up. He wouldn’t be in a hurry to marry me off, nor would he be eager to break through to the Divine Treasure Realm."

"...You lied to me before saying the Emperor didn’t know your mother wanted to send you into the palace because you were afraid I’d tell others that our marriage is fake?" Chen Ming felt a chill on his scalp.

"I’m sorry, Brother Gu..."

Xia Mudan suddenly threw off the quilt, a bit too hastily, which affected her injury. Her face turned white and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Ming stepped forward to hold her wrist, and took her pulse, feeling that the alien Gang Yuan inside her had become active again, wantonly damaging her meridians.

Xia Mudan reached out to grab his lapel, her face pale as paper, and her eyes showed a pleading expression, "Brother... I shouldn’t have lied to you... Please... forgive me..."

"Don’t speak."

Chen Ming frowned deeply, pressed his hand on her back, and inputted Gang Yuan, intending to help her suppress the alien energy.

But as soon as Gang Yuan was inputted, it was smashed to pieces by that alien energy.

"Such domineering power!"

Xia Mudan became even weaker, "It’s useless... that’s the Sword Intent of the Unparalleled Divine Weapon..."

After she finished speaking, she fainted again.

"Unparalleled Divine Weapon?"

Chen Ming looked at the "Dragon Abyss Sword" beside the bed and realized that it became dim yesterday because it encountered a rival. It must have had a hard time yesterday.

Similarly wielding an Unparalleled Divine Weapon, in such times, it’s the owner’s strength that counts.

Clearly, Xia Mudan was far weaker than her opponent. Not only was her Divine Weapon injured, but she herself suffered heavy injuries.

Watching her being tormented like this, Chen Ming sighed, "It all depends on your luck."

He took the "Mingfeng Sword".

After devouring that golden flame and the Primordial Spirit of Immortal Demon Venerable, this Unparalleled Divine Weapon underwent a mutation. It was hard to say if it regained its former power, but it certainly gained some peculiar functions.

Previously, it devoured Gu Xianyu’s soul, inheriting his memories as an example.

Now, he wanted to try if it could suppress the Sword Intent inside Xia Mudan.

He drew the sword, and with a thought, he activated the Sword Intent of the Mingfeng Sword, entering her body and using it as a battlefield.

After a while, he finally managed to suppress the Sword Intent within her.

Xia Mudan’s injuries stabilized.

"It really worked!"

Chen Ming was pleased. Although he couldn’t immediately clear the Sword Intent inside her—that would trigger its ferocity, causing it to explode and tear her apart.

But at least it could stabilize her injuries from worsening.

He still let Xiao He bring Jiang Wushuang’s maids to take care of her, after instructing them a few words, he left.

...

Chen Ming arrived at the Great Prison behind the Six Gates Government Office, bringing five subordinates along, preparing to inspect the cells.

The prison had two levels; the first level held martial artists of Fourth Grade and below.

The second level housed strong individuals of Third Grade and above.

Among them, there were seven Third Grade prisoners, three of whom had been sentenced to execution soon. The other four had committed lesser crimes and were likely to spend over a decade in prison.

On the first level, Chen Ming merely walked around.

Upon descending to the second level, he would thoroughly inquire about each prisoner’s name, background, and the crime committed.

Apart from these seven Third Grade individuals, there were three Second Grade ones and two First Grade ones.

Chen Ming entered the interrogation room, observed for a moment, and instructed, "Bring He Fengyuan here, I want to interrogate him."

His followers showed a face of unsurprise and went to fetch the prisoner without further ado.

Only Lei Chun was straightforward, immediately asking, "Sir, do you intend to extract the martial arts from this prisoner? I advise you not to waste your efforts."

Chen Ming asked with a smile, "Why not?"

Lei Chun replied, "These people are tough nuts, not willing to easily divulge their cultivation techniques. Even if they do, would you really dare practice it? If they altered crucial parts, your practice could lead to madness."

Hearing this, Chen Ming knew that she had seen others end up with nothing.

Without explaining, after a while, the prisoner was brought over.

He sent out his subordinates, left alone facing the Third Grade prisoner, with an excited smile on his face, "Fight with me. Win, and there’s good food and drinks."

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