Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 58p2

Chapter 58: The Vast Sea That Once Was p2

The medical cultivators of Azurefall Creek gradually gathered around Yin Buran and took the initiative to take over a part of the treatment.

Yin Buran covered her chest and forcefully swallowed the blood that had welled up in her throat.

Seeing that someone was helping to hold back the nine-tailed fox, Chu Xuan was also able to withdraw in time and rushed to Yin Buran’s side with Si Mingyue.

Before they could stand firm, the small island under their feet trembled again.

More mist surged out, and the spiritual energy around the small island was almost drained by the formation.

The influence of the illusionary realm was getting deeper and deeper. Yin Buran subconsciously shook her head, trying to shake off the noise in her mind.

Contrary to them, that nine-tailed fox was still full of life, and a mocking smile hung on its face again.

Chu Xuan gritted her teeth and finished checking the formation on the ground, her brow tightly furrowed.

The current Mirage Sea Realm was a malfunctioning artifact. Either they had to find a way to shut it down, or they had to destroy it by force.

She had a way for the former, but…

The corners of Chu Xuan’s mouth twitched. She really couldn’t smile. “Give me another hour, and I’ll be able to do it.”

But what they lacked was time.

Being in an illusionary realm for a long time would definitely have an unpredictable impact on people.

Those who were blocking the nine-tailed fox and those who were helping to treat Yin Buran were all the younger generation of the cultivation world.

Among them were many extremely talented new stars. If they were lost here, the consequences would be unimaginable!

A few cultivators from the Forging Fire Sect came up without any hesitation. “Sect Master, what do you need us to do?”

Chu Xuan studied it for a moment and found a node on the formation that was transmitting spiritual energy. “Attack here with all your might.”

Since there was no way to quickly close the formation, they could only try to destroy it by force.

Not just them, but apart from those who were intercepting the nine-tailed fox, Si Mingyue and the others also joined in.

The spiritual power of the crowd gathered into a ball and attacked the node. Chu Xuan fiercely swung her axe, and lava burst out, and the ground cracked with a fissure several meters deep.

Yin Buran almost lost her footing and was promptly supported by Qingtong.

But the formation patterns were still bright, with no sign of being shaken at all.

Far from enough!

Si Mingyue anxiously pinched a copper coin, thinking about whether to perform a divination.

If they hadn’t suppressed their cultivation, they might have had a chance.

One had to know that the higher the realm, the greater the gap. Even if it was just one rank higher, the strength of a Heart Fasting realm was several times greater than a Spirit Refinement realm.

The corners of her mouth drooped. She suspected that she had seen wrong when she went out this morning.

Where’s the great fortune that was promised!

“As expected of a god’s creation. It’s really sturdy.”

Chu Xuan’s face was gloomy, and she pulled at her hair in frustration.

There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and the condition of the others was not much better.

Especially Yin Buran.

Under the worried gazes of the people of Azurefall Creek, Yin Buran’s face was as pale as paper.

Even with the help of others, she had never stopped mobilizing her spiritual energy from beginning to end.

There were already people with low cultivation who could not hold on and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Far away, the nine-tailed fox was watching with covetous eyes, and nearby, the crisis of the Mirage Sea Realm was imminent.

Chu Xuan took a deep breath. “Yin Buran, try to restore your cultivation. You might be able to be ejected by the laws of the secret realm.”

Yin Buran did not react, stroking the jade bracelet on her hand, like an obedient porcelain doll.

She had not yet found Ning Ruoque, so of course, she could not leave.

Chu Xuan shouted again, “Fortune-teller—”

Si Mingyue shook her head. “If you don’t go, I won’t go either!”

She bear-hugged Chu Xuan, and in the end, her whole body was hanging on her. “Are you trying to self-destruct? Don’t… waaah…”

As the last resort of a cultivator, self-destructing one’s dantian was not uncommon.

As soon as Si Mingyue howled, the people of the Forging Fire Sect were also frightened and all cried out in persuasion.

A little girl cried the hardest. “Can’t the Sect Master go out and get reinforcements, and then come back to save us?”

Chu Xuan knocked on her head. “Oh my, I’m your Sect Master after all. If I do nothing and run away on my own, people will laugh at me in the future.”

“Isn’t Yin Buran here? We probably won’t die. At most, our cultivation will just drop. I have a sense of propriety.”

Perhaps Chu Xuan’s method was not the best solution, but it was the only one she could think of so far.

She said it so casually, but every cultivator knew how dangerous it was. A slight carelessness would lead to death.

There were more people who remained silent, not persuading or expressing an opinion.

Yin Buran listened to the wailing over there, and her already aching temples throbbed even more.

She looked at her own side, at the quiet and incomparable medical cultivators of Azurefall Creek. Everyone was looking at her with worry.

Qingtong hesitated to speak. “Little Senior Sister…”

Yin Buran touched her jade bracelet again, without saying a word.

“Be careful!” A cultivator who was responsible for intercepting the nine-tailed fox was sent flying and shouted at them.

Everyone was exhausted, and only this fox was full of life.

With a tap of its claws, it turned into a stream of light and rushed towards a disciple of Azurefall Creek on the outskirts.

Just as Chu Xuan and Si Mingyue were about to move, Yin Buran had already pulled that person behind her.

The one who used the illusionary realm to eat people’s spiritual souls was the nine-tailed fox, but the laws of the Mirage Sea Realm itself had not changed.

So offensive artifacts above the Yellow tier could not be used.

But Yin Buran wanted to try.

She heard the fox’s unrestrained laughter right by her ear and looked up to meet that pair of beastly pupils filled with mockery.

Just as the fox’s beastly claws were about to hit Yin Buran, the surroundings suddenly quieted down.

Everyone’s movements slowed down by several beats, and Qingtong’s panicked “Little Senior Sister” was still stuck in her throat.

Only a wisp of green in front of Yin Buran’s eyes shattered.

“Bang!”

A hurricane accompanied by a sword’s hum sent everyone flying several meters away. The nine-tailed fox’s beastly pupils suddenly shrank into a vertical line, and then it was sent flying by a huge force.

A vast spiritual pressure descended, and time seemed to stand still.

In the countless noisy sounds of the wind, Yin Buran remembered what Ning Ruoque’s master had said to her on Mount Xuansu that day—

“Ning Ruoque’s path is special, and the dangers in it are far more than an ordinary person’s. It’s difficult for anyone to walk the same path as her. Why are you so persistent?”

“Why don’t you give up? It’s better for everyone.”

At that time, Yin Buran had answered without a trace of hesitation, “I don’t want to forget.”

The jade bracelet disintegrated before her eyes. Yin Buran’s vision was blurry, but she still accurately grabbed a piece of broken jade.

The sword qi that had escaped from the jade bracelet gradually gathered and finally transformed into an ethereal human figure.

It was very faint, and it looked as if it would disperse with a gust of wind.

Yin Buran could no longer hold on and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining a large part of her sleeve red.

She couldn’t stand steady, but that human figure seemed to affectionately stroke her head. “Ran…”

Yin Buran was stunned for a moment and grabbed forward in a fluster, but of course, she caught nothing.

She quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, wanting to see clearly, but her tears were like broken strings of pearls, and she couldn’t stop them.

The human figure’s tone was cautious. “I’m not here. Did someone bully you?”

Yin Buran had never cried so fiercely before. The more she cried, the fiercer she cried, and in the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

As if she had been greatly wronged, she wished she could cry out all the tears of the past hundred years in front of that person.

“Wait… come back, remember… tell…”

It was unknown if it was damaged or if the wind was too loud, but this sentence was vague and unclear.

Yin Buran grabbed again.

She lost her footing and suddenly fell to the ground, her whole body in pain.

She watched as that human figure finished speaking and drew her sword, and a second sword hum sounded between heaven and earth.

“Zheng—”

It was as if a torrent was pouring down from the horizon, or as if a snow-capped mountain was about to collapse.

This strand of sword qi crossed a hundred years, ignoring laws and time, and came rolling with an irresistible might.

It was very slow, but the target it had locked on to was already drowned in a huge fear.

Can’t dodge, can’t dodge at all!

It is a speck of dust under a surging torrent, it is a piece of earth and stone in a vast avalanche. What can it use to resist?

As soon as this thought flashed by, the nine-tailed fox phantom instantly turned into dust.

Where the sword light passed, the heavens and the earth were clean, and the long wind stopped.

A huge hole appeared directly on the small island, and the formation was broken from here, already dim and without light.

A sharp pain came from her palm. Yin Buran looked down in a daze and only then did she realize that because she had clenched her fist too tightly, her palm had been pierced by the broken jade.

She frowned and heard herself murmur, “Ning Ruoque, you’re so stupid. If even I forget…”

“Who else can hold a lamp for her?”

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Ning Ruoque watched as “she” lit a lamp and then began to read.

She had forgotten how many times this was.

During this time, she had tried countless methods, including but not limited to carefully comparing the differences each time, silently reciting the cultivation mantra, and attempting to self-destruct her dantian.

But none of them had succeeded.

Her feelings were in sync with Ning Man’s, so she could only helplessly go hungry, thinking that she would probably have to wait for Yin Buran to save her.

Yin Buran will definitely bite her.

Thinking of this, Ning Ruoque became even more dejected and fell headfirst onto the desk.

Wait, how can she move?

Ning Ruoque quickly sat up. Before she could figure it out, the space she was in suddenly shattered into a colorful phantom in front of her.

“Bang!”

A loud sound exploded by Ning Ruoque’s ear, followed by an indescribable buzzing sound.

Her head felt as if it had been punched by something, and her body was also split in two, so painful that she almost vomited.

The scene before her changed rapidly, like a constantly turning book.

She witnessed Ning Man countless times patching up the roof of the charity home, rushing into the refugee group, and standing in front of the eldest princess, making that abrupt wish.

There was no difference.

She couldn’t help but whimper, but she didn’t notice that the fragment of her life-bound sword in her body was extremely bright, as if it were resonating with something.

The feeling of weightlessness gradually intensified, and the pain almost made it difficult for her to breathe.

Until a sword hum sounded, sounding from the distant horizon, and also as if it were sounding in Ning Ruoque’s mind.

She was stunned for a moment.

This was the sound of her life-bound sword’s hum. Ning Ruoque would never mistake it.

“Crack.”

As if some barrier had been pierced, Ning Ruoque began to fall uncontrollably.

Then she fell into a warm halo.

This incomparably natural familiarity made Ning Ruoque realize that the power that enveloped this place came from her own spiritual soul.

Perhaps because of this, the pain also disappeared.

After getting used to the dizzying buzzing sound, Ning Ruoque tentatively opened her eyes.

At first, the image was still mottled, and everything was a blur.

Then, balls of warm halo fell into it, and so the image began to clear, with the sound of wind, water, and a familiar human voice.

She raised her hand and found that she was holding an empty bowl.

This bowl was so clean that there was not a single grain of rice, only a little residual water stain, which could prove that it might have once contained thin porridge.

So hungry, not full.

But in this age, food was a scarce thing. If she ate one more bowl, others could only eat one less bowl.

So she did not speak and just sat at the table with the bowl in her hands, like some kind of wooden sculpture.

But the front suddenly darkened.

Ning Ruoque looked up, and was caught off guard, crashing into a pair of beautiful glassy pupils.

The person’s lips were like cinnabar, and her brows were like distant mountains. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and with a smile, she was like a pool of gentle spring water.

She persuaded in a soft voice, “Have another bowl?”

Ning Ruoque was stunned just like that.