Chapter 11: Any method will do! I'll do anything!
Upon arriving at the Medical Hall, Jiang Qingyi found the female deacon named Chen Yun.
Jiang Qingyi actually didn't like Chen Yun.
During an outdoor mission, her Master saved Chen Yun.
After that, Chen Yun would occasionally come to Lingqian Peak.
Even a blind person could see that Chen Yun liked her Master!
What made Jiang Qingyi a bit angry yet helpless was that...
Her Master was a kind-hearted person, gentle to everyone.
And every time her Master felt unwell and went to the Medical Hall for treatment, he would always seek out Chen Yun.
Although Chen Yun was a decent person, Jiang Qingyijust didn't like her.
Especially the closer she got to her Master, the more Jiang Qingyi disliked her!
If it weren't to resolve the doubts in her heart, Jiang Qingyi would never have come here.
"Whew."
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyi stepped into the Medical Hall room where Chen Yun was.
Upon opening the door, Chen Yun was taking a Cultivator's pulse.
Chen Yun looked up, and when she saw Jiang Qingyi, she was also startled.
As a woman, how could Chen Yun not feel Qingyi's hostility towards her?
Chen Yun was even very clear about the reason for Qingyi's hostility towards her.
"Fellow Daoist, you were struck by the Profound Nether Palm. Although the cold Qi was expelled in time, your Heavenly Snow Meridians and Benevolent Heart Meridians are still somewhat damaged. Fortunately, it's nothing serious.
I've prescribed a few remedies for Fellow Daoist. You can go directly to the main hall to get the medicine.
During this time, Fellow Daoist, you must not go on missions. You must rest quietly."
"Alright, thank you, Doctor Chen." The man stood up, bowed to her, took the prescription, and walked out.
Jiang Qingyi closed the door, frowned, and walked over with an unpleasant expression, sitting in front of Chen Yun.
"Sister Jiang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Chen Yun asked with a smile.
"My body is perfectly fine." Jiang Qingyi said coldly, "I'm here to ask you about my Master's condition!"
Chen Yun frowned: "Has Xiao Mo's injury worsened?"
"Yes." Jiang Qingyi nodded, "Master's body is getting worse and worse. His face is as pale as paper, and I can even feel his Life Qi becoming increasingly weak."
"Wait a moment."
Chen Yun quickly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a Medicinal Pill bottle, and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.
"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked as she took the Medicinal Pill bottle.
"This bottle of Medicinal Pills is called the Heavenly Spirit Pill. I personally refined it, and perhaps it can alleviate some of your Master's injuries." Chen Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of sorrow, "Tomorrow morning, I will go to Lingqian Peak to check on your Master again."
"What exactly is wrong with my Master's body? Is it really just because he was injured by someone, damaging his bones, that he's in this state today?
But your medical skills are clearly not the best. If it truly was a bone injury, my Master would surely have sought out the Head of the Medical Hall!
Why does Master always come to you for treatment!
Are you two hiding something from me!"
Jiang Qingyi tightly gripped the Medicinal Pill bottle, her eyes fixed on Chen Yun.
"Your Master's condition is indeed not just due to his injuries, but I won't tell you the reason." Chen Yun said calmly.
"Tell me!" Jiang Qingyi's tone carried a hint of killing intent.
Chen Yun shook her head: "I also want to tell you, because I think your Master is being very irresponsible to himself by doing this, but I promised your Masterthat I wouldn't reveal a single word to you."
"Zheng!"
A flash of sword light streaked past Chen Yun's eyes.
In an instant, the tip of Xuanshuang Longjian was already pointed at Chen Yun's neck.
"Even if you kill me, it's useless." Chen Yun's eyes showed no compromise, "I've said it, I won't tell you, and if you knew about this, I don't believe you could accept it."
Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, pushing the longsword forward. The sharp tip pierced Chen Yun's skin, and crimson blood beads slowly flowed down her neck.
But Chen Yun still didn't utter a single word, merely looking at Jiang Qingyi calmly.
"Bang!"
Jiang Qingyi swung her longsword to the side, and a medicine jar instantly shattered.
Black medicinal liquid gradually spread along the cracks in the wooden floor.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally, Jiang Qingyi spoke word by word: "How much longer can my Master live?"
"Thirty years." Chen Yun stated a time, "Your Master's lifespan is only thirty years left, perhaps even less than thirty years…"
"Thirty years… thirty years… This… how is this possible…"
Jiang Qingyi retreated two steps, her eyes flickering, her hand holding the longsword trembling slightly.
For Mortals, thirty years is indeed not short, it can even be said to be very, very long.
But for a Cultivator, what's the difference between thirty years and three months?
She had too many words left unsaid to her Master, too many things left undone with her Master.
"Impossible!"
Jiang Qingyi suddenly looked up, her longsword once again pointing at Chen Yun's glabella.
"Liar! You must be lying to me! My Master is a great Cultivator in the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm! He has at least three thousand years of lifespan! And he is only just over thirty years old now! How could he only live for thirty years?!"
Chen Yun looked directly into Jiang Qingyi's eyes, remaining silent, just quietly watching her.
Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, her pearly teeth already breaking the tender skin, and fresh blood flowed from the corner of the young girl's mouth.
After three breaths, Jiang Qingyi deflated like a punctured ball, lowering the longsword in her hand.
She knew that Chen Yun wasn't lying to her.
Chen Yun liked her Master; she wouldn't joke about her Master's life like this.
As a medical Cultivator, she couldn't possibly make such a joke.
"What exactly happened to Master's body…"
Jiang Qingyi's eyes lost all color, even carrying a hint of darkness, her entire being seemed to have broken down.
But as soon as Jiang Qingyi finished asking, she let out a few cold laughs: "I'm so foolish, I actually asked you… You won't say anything, will you…"
"I'm sorry." Looking at the young girl in front of her, Chen Yun could understand her very well.
Chen Yun knew the relationship between Jiang Qingyiand Xiao Mo.
If it weren't for Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might even still be wandering the streets, not knowing when she would starve to death.
It was Xiao Mo who saved her, taught her to cultivate, and made her a Sword Cultivator renowned throughout the world.
Xiao Mo, for her, was the most important person in this world.
"Is there any way to save my Master?!" Jiang Qingyilooked up, almost pleadingly at Chen Yun, "Any method will do! I'll do anything!"
"There's no way." Chen Yun shook her head, "No matter what method, I've tried them all."
Chen Yun sighed: "Qingyi, you are the most important person in his life. In the days to come, spend more time with him…"