Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 11: Treat Others as You Would Like to Be Treated

"Excuse me... Can we change positions? Like, can you carry me on your back instead?"

Chen Kuang was being held in the arms of this black-armored guard and endured for three seconds.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and spoke politely through the pain.

Qingcuo glanced at him with a lowered head and asked, "Why?"

"...It's not about dignity, but being carried like a princess is a bit... well, you know, gay, bro."

Do you really think it's okay for two grown men to be in this position?

Well, maybe people in ancient times had conservative views and didn't have the concept of two men carrying each other...

Thinking about it this way, and with Qingcuo acting so naturally, Chen Kuang couldn't say anything more.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qingcuo thought for a moment and said,

"Does it hurt? It's because your leg is broken, not because of the way I'm carrying you."

Chen Kuang: "?"

How could he misunderstand this?

Does he think I'm complaining that he's not carrying me well enough, not being gentle enough?

What kind of thick-skinned person must he be to think that this excruciating pain is due to the way he's carrying me... It's a bit insulting.

Chen Kuang explained, "There are three types of disabilities: disabled, crippled, and idiots. I am blind, not stupid."

"I know."

"So you think I wouldn't know that my leg is broken?"

"I was afraid you didn't know."

"..."

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Thank you for your concern."

Qingcuo said, "You're welcome."

Chen Kuang finally understood.

This guy is simply a clueless beast who doesn't understand human language.

Chen Kuang no longer protested being carried like a princess and remained silent. Fortunately, with the interruption just now, he had already adapted to the intense pain in his leg and it wasn't as unbearable.

However, Qingcuo glanced at his pale face and the tense cheeks from clenching his teeth subconsciously, showing a hint of surprise in his eyes. He took the initiative to speak.

"So you really knew that your leg was broken."

Chen Kuang didn't say anything.

Qingcuo calmly said, "I thought you didn't feel pain, after all, this kind of pain would make an ordinary person faint instantly if they could endure it."

His gaze was calm, "But you... didn't make a sound."

Chen Kuang's brow twitched, but before he could speak, a respectful voice of an unfamiliar jailer came from ahead.

"My lord! What are you doing..."

"Open the door."

The jailer, who had just been replaced, was initially surprised at how the black-armored guard was carrying someone, but then he saw the large amount of blood dripping from Chen Kuang's swaying clothes, staining everything below his knees red.

He immediately fell silent and quickly reached out to open the heavy iron door of the prison cell.

Watching Qingcuo walk in, the horrifying bloodstains winding along the way.

Chu Wenruo stood up as soon as she heard the commotion and walked to the side of the prison cell, craning her neck to look. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Qingcuo had previously swiftly killed two jailers and directly took away Chen Kuang, who was her only reliance at the moment, which frightened this naturally weak woman.

Chen Kuang could hear her helpless and desperate cries as he left.

Now that Chen Kuang had returned, she was overjoyed.

But as she got closer, Chu Wenruo noticed something strange. She saw the glaring bloodstains and her expression froze. She saw Chen Kuang sitting against the wall, his legs stretched out, and the shinbone had collapsed, a sight almost too unbearable to look at.

"Mr. Chen..."

Chu Wenruo's beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears, which fell down her cheeks. The slightly drooping corners of her eyes turned a reddish color, looking pitiful.

She couldn't imagine how painful this kind of torture must be. It felt as if her heart was being clenched and crushed by an invisible hand, making her feel uncomfortable.

Her words were almost choked up, and she could only reach out through the gap in the railing, carefully and gently wipe away the cold sweat on Chen Kuang's forehead with her fingertips.

With tears in her eyes, the beautiful woman's face was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry... Mr. Chen... I misunderstood... I caused you harm..."

What else did she misunderstand?

Chen Kuang sighed in his heart and reluctantly said, "It's okay, it's not your fault."

Qingcuo took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and sprinkled the powder inside on Chen Kuang's bloody leg.

Chu Wenruo suddenly became excited and exclaimed sternly,

"You thieves, bastards, what gives you the right to come at me!"

She desperately reached out to grab the clothes behind Qingcuo,

"Don't lay a hand on innocent people anymore! Do you hear me? I am the Liang Kingdom Queen, you should interrogate me! Don't touch him!"

Qingcuo calmly said, "This is a healing medicine."

Chu Wenruo was speechless for a moment, her movements froze, and there was a hint of awkwardness in the quiet air.

If it weren't for the pain distorting Chen Kuang's face at the moment, he would definitely burst out laughing.

Qingcuo stood up and said, "This medicine can only treat external injuries. Your legs are already useless."

Chen Kuang fell silent.

Qingcuo paused, glanced at Chu Wenruo again, didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

The jailer locked the door again.

Chen Kuang moved his eyeballs, intending to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were already stuck together with sweat. It was difficult to open them, so he just lay there.

He took a deep breath, smiled, and comforted softly, "It's alright."

"For the next seven days... it should be fine."

Chu Wenruo suppressed her emotions and asked hoarsely,

"Seven days..."

"Mr. Chen... is this the result you obtained by sacrificing your legs?"

Chen Kuang shook his head, reached out to touch his own leg, feeling the muscles and bones healing rapidly, and curled up his lips.

"This is just the beginning, it's not the time for the result yet."

What he wanted was not just these seven days of lingering.

When Chen Kuang decided to face Li Hongling, he had already prepared for serious injuries.

In fact, this injury was much better than he had expected, even a bit too light.

Anyway, with the passive ability of "Flesh Reishi," as long as he didn't suffer a fatal injury, he wouldn't die directly, and his wounds would heal quickly.

But what he feared was not death, but once his constitution was discovered, being imprisoned as a "test subject." Even if he could escape later, it would still waste a lot of time.

In the end, it was because his current strength was too weak.

He hoped that during these seven days, he could accumulate enough useful passive abilities, and it would be best if Huo Hengxuan really had a backup plan, otherwise his plan would still be risky.

Perhaps Li Hongling wanted to teach him a lesson. No one came for the whole afternoon, neither with fine wine and food, nor with a qin.

Chen Kuang didn't find it difficult to endure. He silently pondered the content of the "Kuroyoshi" chapter, feeling that it was difficult to understand, more frustrating than the injury on his leg.

Without a foundation and no one to guide him... it was indeed too difficult to comprehend an Apex Level sword technique out of thin air.

By evening, Huo Hengxuan was finally brought back.

The same scene played out again, but the jailer escorting him was completely different, and their attitude was much more cautious, without any pushing or shoving.

Huo Hengxuan felt somewhat surprised.

He was dragged back to the cleaned cell with handcuffs and shackles, and immediately saw Chen Kuang in the neighboring cell.

He widened his eyes, moved closer to take a careful look, and suddenly burst into laughter, bending over and swaying.

"Hahaha... I thought you had some skills, boasting so loudly, turns out you're just another cripple!"

"You want me to believe you? Pah, what a joke!"

The old man laughed until tears came out, wetting his messy gray hair.

Although it was a very funny scene, there was an added touch of desolation.

After Huo Hengxuan finished laughing, Chen Kuang looked at him calmly and spoke,

"Is that so? Have you seen the jailers here? Each and every face."

Huo Hengxuan was taken aback.

He recalled all the jailers he had seen along the way... they had all been replaced.

The old man's pupils contracted, and he turned his head abruptly, staring at Chen Kuang intently.

It couldn't be...

"What happened to the previous jailers?"

"They're dead."

"All five of them?"

"All of them. You didn't specify how many to kill."

Huo Hengxuan fell silent for a long time. "How... did you do it?"

Chen Kuang really liked the bewildered look on the old man's face at this moment.

He opened his eyes, and his gaze under the blood and sweat was full of smiles.

"Guess?"