Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 107

Chapter 107: Towards the Mortal World

She didn’t want to give up on loving Yin Buran.

Ning Ruoque’s first reaction was to reach for her sword.

She found nothing, and she couldn’t sense any information about the Dao is Hidden and Nameless. She frowned and secretly sized up her surroundings.

“Who are you? Why am I here?”

Ning Ruoque’s attitude was not polite, but the person before her was very patient and answered her every question unhurriedly.

“Before I became a god, my name was Chen Suxin. You should have heard my name. This is the Ninth Heaven, the former residence of the gods.”

“…”

She had said it so clearly that Ning Ruoque could naturally guess the other’s identity.

For thousands of years, the only cultivator in this world who had ascended to godhood and merged with the Dao, the goddess whose name was passed down through the ages and whose incense was prosperous.

Yin Buran thought that Ning Ruoque had many doubts, after all, this person had suddenly stopped moving.

Then she had suddenly started to cover her heart, touch her forehead, move her wrists, and even rub her own face.

She blurted out, “It’s not an illusion. I’m not dead?”

Chen Suxin nodded. “Someone has used a forbidden art to collect your remnant soul and has also reshaped your body.”

“But, everything has a price. The Heavenly Dao has already taken its due from her.”

Ning Ruoque looked up in disbelief, her heart suddenly jumping to her throat, and even her hand trembled.

The person who could do this for her…

As if she had seen through her thoughts, Chen Suxin comforted her, “Don’t worry. It didn’t endanger her life. The merits you and she have accumulated are enough for the Heavenly Dao to turn a blind eye.”

Even though she said so, Ning Ruoque was still not at ease and was stunned on the spot, at a loss.

Besides, how could she let Yin Buran pay so much for her? The better Yin Buran was to her, the more she felt that she owed her.

Yin Buran, who had been frowning and in deep thought, suddenly became angry when she heard this thought.

“Because you’re dull, because you’re stupid, because you’re a big fool.”

Yin Buran took a deep breath, really wanting to go out and give Ning Ruoque a knock on the head.

“Fool.”

Ning Ruoque sized up her surroundings again.

Her dark eyes looked at Chen Suxin, and she asked slowly, “So, Senior wants to see me because…?”

Chen Suxin smiled gently at her.

She came slowly, and lotus flowers were born under her feet, and five-colored spiritual light rippled like water.

She was clearly a very approachable person, but Ning Ruoque felt an indescribable sense of pressure.

Chen Suxin opened her lips and said, “Since the beginning of the Hongmeng, my race and the demon race have been at odds and have been difficult to coexist. From struggling to survive to driving the demons out of the human world, the prosperity that my race has today is the result of the hard work of countless people and gods.”

Her tone changed. “However, the Heavenly Dao will not favor any one side. Therefore, humans and demons wax and wane, and it is difficult to determine a winner.”

Ning Ruoque frowned. “But Senior has done it. After Senior ascended, the demon race has not dared to invade for hundreds of years.”

Not only that, the goddess had also brought clouds and rain, dispelled evil and epidemics, and had opened an altar to teach all the people.

If it weren’t for her sudden silence, this peace would probably have lasted for a long time.

“That’s right.”

A soft sigh suddenly sounded by her ear, so close that the hair on Ning Ruoque’s whole body stood on end, and she almost couldn’t help but turn and run.

Her pupils shrank, and she happened to meet the goddess’s lowered eyes, as if she were looking down on all living beings with a gentle and loving gaze.

“But the Demon God Taotie cannot be killed.”

“As long as human desires are endless, it can be reborn countless times.”

Ning Ruoque suddenly took several steps back, like a vigilant little beast.

There was really too much information. While she was struggling to digest it, she was also on guard against Chen Suxin getting close again.

But the latter extended her hands to her, making a gesture of invitation, or rather, a hug.

“The inheritance of the common people’s dao has a long history. We ascend to godhood in order to suppress Taotie in Luofeng.”

“Ning Ruoque, my successor, my time is running out.”

At this point in the conversation, the purpose was already self-evident.

Even someone as slow as Ning Ruoque knew what the other meant.

Yin Buran sucked in a sharp breath and asked without thinking, “Why?!”

She couldn’t see Ning Ruoque’s expression at the moment, but even without thinking, she could guess this fool’s train of thought.

So for a moment, she hated herself for not being able to let go of her pride back then. If she had dragged her to get married earlier, perhaps these troubles would not have happened.

As expected, Ning Ruoque actually began to seriously consider the possibility of becoming a god.

There were many benefits. The world would be at peace for a long time, the human race could recuperate, and her own relatives and friends would all be safe and sound.

Her analysis was just like the several times she had chosen to go to her death without any hesitation.

The more benefits she listed in her heart, the angrier Yin Buran became.

She was bristling, wanting to bite someone.

But Ning Ruoque’s lips moved, and the words of agreement were slow to come out.

She clearly remembered that her master had said that the goddess cultivated the common people’s dao. The successor of the common people’s dao had to be “ruthless.”

That is, to love all living beings and to be impartial, only then could one be in harmony with the Heavenly Dao.

She had already come this far, and it seemed that she should give a little more and give up a little more.

Thus, she would completely eliminate the hidden danger brought by the Demon God, so as not to waste all her previous efforts.

However, Ning Ruoque touched her chest, and her heart was beating vigorously in her chest.

Under the goddess’s gentle gaze, the Ninth Heaven, which had been quiet for a long time, finally heard Ning Ruoque’s slightly hoarse voice.

“Sorry… I… can’t do it.”

The moment she answered, Ning Ruoque was no longer struggling. Her tone went from hesitant to frank in just a breath.

If she really became a god, she might secretly give Yin Buran a little extra.

For example, she would let Suwen Peak be full of flowers, let Yin Buran pick up spirit stones wherever she walked, and live a peaceful and smooth life.

The Heavenly Dao would not allow her to do such a thing. The most likely thing was to directly erase her “superfluous” feelings for Yin Buran.

She said, “I don’t want to forget Yin Buran.”

If she couldn’t go back, wouldn’t Yin Buran have suffered the punishment of the Heavenly Dao in vain?

Just this one reason was enough to cancel out all the various benefits she had listed before.

The goddess’s expression did not change, and she still waited with a smile. “Of course you won’t forget her, just as all living beings won’t forget you.”

Ning Ruoque: “Yin Buran is not ‘all living beings’.”

“She is one of ‘all living beings,’ a member of the ones you protect.”

“Even without her, you would still choose this path, wouldn’t you?”

Ning Ruoque still refused. “It’s different.”

She was clumsy with her words and couldn’t explain it clearly, but she just felt that it was different.

So she saw a clear confusion in the god’s eyes.

“Since you are willing to die to protect all living beings, why are you unwilling to let go of one person for the sake of all living beings?”

Her vision blurred, and she subconsciously wanted to dodge.

However, the white-clothed goddess had already flown over, and her cool fingertips tapped on her forehead.

So close, not only Ning Ruoque, but even Yin Buran shivered.

“Exceptional talent, and a heart of pure sincerity, saving all the people from fire and water, and saving a great building from the brink of collapse.”

“I have observed fate countless times and have never been wrong. From the moment you were born, walking the path of the common people was your destiny. So even if you die, your spiritual soul will eventually come before me.”

“Yan Ci—” Chen Suxin paused for a moment and suddenly said a name.

She frowned slightly and quickly corrected herself. “Your master, did she not teach you? Why did it become like this?”

Ning Ruoque did not speak.

She was not good at debating, and the development of this matter did not allow her to argue with reason.

Five-colored spiritual light rushed towards Ning Ruoque, nourishing her dry spiritual veins.

Ning Ruoque’s fingers trembled slightly, and she suddenly retreated, pulling away from the god.

She had observed for a long time. The Ninth Heaven was a whole, isolated from the outside world, but there were also places where the barrier was thin. As long as she broke it, she could get out.

Not to mention that Ning Ruoque had sensed that her cultivation was getting higher and higher, soaring at an unimaginable speed.

She had even vaguely captured a trace of the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

This was not a good thing.

She felt as if she had returned to the battle with the Demon God. Apart from the only thought of finding an exit, all her sensory mobilization was left to instinct.

She dodged a blooming lotus flower, and that overly gentle voice, so much so that it made one’s hair stand on end, sounded by Ning Ruoque’s ear.

“I’m very sorry. I originally thought that you and I were the same kind of person, so the handover of the divine position has already begun and cannot be stopped.”

“Besides, although this is not your original intention, from the standpoint of a ‘human,’ I am willing to be the ‘evil’ once.”

The lotus flower scattered into several petals, trying to trap Ning Ruoque.

The latter dodged in time, but she was still inevitably scratched on the cheek.

Ning Ruoque wiped her face. Her consciousness was gradually blurring, and the bright red on her fingertips actually made her dizzy.

Chen Suxin seemed to be everywhere. “Why bother? Since you have a heart to save the world, why not follow your heart?”

Yin Buran was in this body, and she was so shaken that she felt uncomfortable all over.

Even though it was just a memory, that terrifying sense of pressure was as if it were real.

But she tried hard to open her eyes, and she opened her eyes to see Ning Ruoque bite the tip of her tongue.

The lotus petals cut through her flesh, and countless brilliant, rainbow-like spiritual lights escaped from Ning Ruoque’s body.

There were blurry images in the spiritual light.

From the side of a dilapidated porridge stall, Yin Buran, holding an empty bowl, smiled gently.

Yin Buran, whose eyelashes were wet with tears, but still insisted on applying medicine for her.

Yin Buran, who had secretly given her the meat in her bowl and had even deliberately buried it with rice.

And later, a person dressed in green, who had advanced and retreated with her on the ancient battlefield.

Yin Buran, who had specially sent her steamed buns and then had asked her how they tasted.

…

So many, so many—

Only then did Ning Ruoque know that she and Yin Buran had already walked such a long way.

These were all very good, very warm memories, like being soaked in the warm sunlight.

Instead of saying that she didn’t want to forget Yin Buran, it was more like—

She didn’t want to give up on loving Yin Buran.

From beginning to end, her actions had never deviated from her own heart.

The sword cultivator stumbled a step, and suddenly stopped, panting.

Then she condensed her spiritual energy into a blade, cut open her wrist, and from it, she pulled out a long, bloody sword.

Her face was as pale as paper, but her cultivation was already close to its peak.

The sword light drew a semicircle. Wherever it passed, all the lotus flowers were shattered, and the stars in the sky swayed. Then, like a tide, it surged towards the boundary of the Ninth Heaven.

Vast and unstoppable.

Chen Suxin had no choice but to squint her eyes. When she looked again, a dark, bottomless crack had already appeared before her.

Ning Ruoque stumbled and jumped in.

At the same time as she fell, she tore open her own spiritual soul with a rather resolute technique.

She had only had a rough contact with a little knowledge about the spiritual soul, so she could only simply and crudely use her remnant soul to pack the memories related to Yin Buran and hide them in the depths of her sea of consciousness.

Just as she had finished this with great pain, the laws of the Heavenly Dao suddenly descended—

Those who ascend to this position must put the common people first and themselves second.

*

Outside Linjiang City, at the goddess’s temple.

It was the first time Yin Buran had seen Ning Ruoque in so much pain that her whole body was convulsing and her teeth were chattering. She tried hard to curl up, but she could not avoid the pain of her spiritual soul being torn apart.

Her thin cloth clothes were covered in dust, and she was dirty.

Cold sweat rolled down from her forehead. In this desolate place, there was no one to wipe it for her.

But ever since the escape from the Ninth Heaven had begun, Yin Buran had not felt anything.

She gradually separated from Ning Ruoque’s body, looked up, and happened to see the goddess with her head lowered, a compassionate smile on her face.

Yin Buran pressed her lips together.

The image dissipated like smoke. When she looked back, it was a vast expanse of white before her.

She said with a blank expression, and in a soft voice, “That’s enough.”

“What?”

The little Ning Ruoque tilted her head in a daze.

She saw Yin Buran reach out and carefully touch the place where her “heart” was.

“Those memories, you don’t need to protect them anymore.”

She tapped lightly, and something separated from it, still with a few wisps of spiritual soul fragments that could not be dispersed.

Yin Buran opened her palm.

There lay an exquisite, dark-colored sachet, on which were embroidered green bamboo, a bright moon, and the small characters for “peace.”

It was a gift that she had embroidered herself and had given to Ning Ruoque.

“…”

Yin Buran let out a soft breath.

White mist was still coming from the little Ning Ruoque’s body, trying to hide the sachet.

Ning Ruoque’s body had taken this as an instinct.

So even if she had recovered her memory, she would unconsciously separate a little of her spiritual soul from her main body to supplement and nourish the “little Ning Ruoque.”

In addition, with the rules of the “Heavenly Dao,” Ning Ruoque’s spiritual soul would never be able to heal.

So stupid.

Yin Buran put the sachet in her bosom.

How can there be such a stupid sword cultivator?

Yin Buran forcefully held the child’s shoulders, and regardless of the latter’s struggle, she held her in her arms.

The spiritual soul fragments she had collected before slowly flew into the child’s body, and so this thin spiritual soul became more and more solid.

The medicinal fragrance and spiritual energy rushed towards her without any restraint.

Until gradually, the child in her arms had a tangible body. She also stopped struggling and was as well-behaved as could be.

After repairing to this extent, the spiritual soul would return to its main body on its own.

Yin Buran’s face was cold, and she lightly pushed the child away.

The latter was stunned for a moment.

She reached forward, but only touched the hem of Yin Buran’s skirt.

Seeing the person gradually become transparent, and even dissipate, the spiritual soul, which had only recovered a little of its consciousness, panicked.

“Yin Buran, your hair…”

She was so terrified that she didn’t know where to start. She ran forward two steps and pressed, “Did I not protect you well?”

Yin Buran heard it clearly.

Her spiritual soul was pulled out from her sea of consciousness, and her five senses returned. Like breaking out in a cold sweat, her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

So stuffy, so uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than ever before.

Yin Buran closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing.

But a certain sword cultivator was still asking, “Ranran? Are you alright? Is there anywhere—”

Before she could finish, Yin Buran punched her.