Chapter 11: Anything works! I'll do whatever you want!

After arriving at the medical hall, Jiang Qingyi found the female deacon named "Chen Yun."

Jiang Qingyi actually did not like Chen Yun.

During an outing mission, her master had saved Chen Yun.

Ever since then, Chen Yun would come to Lingqian Peak from time to time.

Even a blind person could see that Chen Yun liked her master!

What made Jiang Qingyi somewhat angry, yet helpless, was this

Her master was a "good old man" who was gentle to everyone.

Moreover, 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 Qingyi simply did not like her.

Especially as she grew closer to her master, Jiang Qingyi disliked her even more!

If it weren't for resolving the doubts in her heart, Jiang Qingyi would never have come here.

"Huu."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyi stepped into the room where Chen Yun worked.

As she opened the door, Chen Yun was in the middle of checking a cultivator's pulse.

Chen Yun looked up, and when she saw Jiang Qingyi, she was momentarily stunned.

As a woman, how could Chen Yun not sense the hostility Qingyi held toward her?

Chen Yun was even very clear about the reason for that hostility.

"Fellow Daoist, you have been struck by the Profound Underworld Palm. Although you expelled the cold energy in time, your Heavenly Snow Meridian and Heart-Kindness Meridian are still somewhat damaged, though fortunately, it is nothing serious."

"I have prescribed a few formulas for you; you may go directly to the main hall to collect the medicine."

"During this period, do not go on any missions. You must rest and recuperate."

"Understood, thank you, Doctor Chen." The man stood up, bowed to her, and walked out with the prescription.

Jiang Qingyi closed the door, her brows furrowed, and she walked over with an unfriendly expression, sitting down in front of Chen Yun.

"What’s wrong, Sister Jiang? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Chen Yun asked with a smile.

"My health is fine," Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "I came here to ask you about my master's condition!"

Chen Yun’s brows knitted together: "Has Xiao Mo’s injury worsened again?"

"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-fire growing weaker."

"Wait here."

Chen Yun hurriedly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a medicine bottle, and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked as she took the bottle.

"This bottle of pills is called the Heavenly Spirit Pill. I refined it myself; it might alleviate some of your master's injuries." A trace of loneliness flashed in Chen Yun’s eyes. "Tomorrow morning, I will go to Lingqian Peak to check on your master again."

"What exactly is going on with my master's body? Is it really just because he was injured by someone else, damaging his foundation, that he has ended up like this today?"

"But your medical skills are clearly not the best. If his foundation were truly damaged, 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 gripped the medicine bottle tightly, her eyes staring fixedly at Chen Yun.

"Your master’s condition is indeed not just due to his injuries, but I will not 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 want to tell you too, because I feel that what your master is doing is very irresponsible to himself, but I promised your master that I would not reveal a single word to you."

"Clang!"

A flash of sword light streaked before Chen Yun’s eyes.

In an instant, the tip of the Xuanshuang longsword was pointing at Chen Yun’s throat.

"It’s useless even if you kill me." There was no compromise in Chen Yun’s eyes. "I said it before, I won't tell you. Besides, if you knew the truth, I don't think you could accept it."

Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, pushing the longsword forward. The sharp tip pierced Chen Yun’s skin, and a bead of bright red blood slowly trickled down her neck.

But Chen Yun still did not mention a single word, only looking at Jiang Qingyi calmly.

"Bang!"

Jiang Qingyi swung her sword to the side, and a medicine jar shattered instantly.

Black medicinal liquid gradually spread through the gaps in the wooden floor.

The two stared at each other for a long time, until finally, Jiang Qingyi said word by word: "How much longer can my master live?"

"Thirty years," Chen Yun stated a time. "Your master’s lifespan only has thirty years left, perhaps even less than thirty."

"Thirty years... thirty years... This... how is this possible?"

Jiang Qingyi took two steps back, her eyes wavering, her hand holding the sword trembling.

For a mortal, thirty years is certainly not short; one could even say it is very, very long.

But for a cultivator, what is the difference between thirty years and three months?

She had so many things she hadn't said to her master, so many things she hadn't done with him.

"Impossible!"

Jiang Qingyi suddenly raised her head, her sword pointing at Chen Yun’s brow once more.

"Liar! You must be lying to me! My master is a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage! He should have at least three thousand years of lifespan! And he is only in his early thirties now! How can he only have thirty years left to live!"

Chen Yun looked straight into Jiang Qingyi’s eyes, saying nothing, just watching her quietly.

Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips hard; her teeth broke the tender skin, and blood flowed from the corner of the young girl's mouth.

Three breaths later, like a deflated balloon, Jiang Qingyi lowered her sword.

She knew Chen Yun was not lying to her.

Chen Yun liked her master; she would not make such a joke about his life.

As a medical cultivator, she could not make such a joke either.

"What exactly happened to Master..."

Jiang Qingyi’s eyes lost all their luster, even turning somewhat dark; she looked as if she had broken down.

But just as she finished asking, she let out a few cold, hollow laughs: "I’m so stupid, I’m actually asking you... You won’t say anything, will you?"

"I'm sorry." Looking at the young girl before her, Chen Yun understood her deeply.

Chen Yun knew the relationship between Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo.

If not for Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might still be wandering the streets, not knowing which day she would starve to death.

It was Xiao Mo who saved her, taught her cultivation, and turned her into a world-renowned sword cultivator.

To her, Xiao Mo was the most important person in this world.

"Is there no way to save my master!" Jiang Qingyi raised her head, looking at Chen Yun in near desperation. "Any way will do! I’ll do anything!"

"There is no way," Chen Yun shook her head. "No matter what kind of method it is, I have already tried it."

Chen Yun sighed: "Qingyi, you are the most important person in his life. In the days to come, spend more time with him."