Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 113

Chapter 113: Towards the Mortal World

“What can I do for you?”

Si Mingyue could no longer use the art of rewinding, but the spring eye was right beside them.

She swung her staff with force, drew the spring water, and then wrapped the mist as much as possible, forming a water bubble.

The change came suddenly, but the others had also reacted. For a moment, they all moved away, or put up a wind wall in an attempt to stop the mist from scattering.

Yin Buran took out a bead and, without a word, threw it into the water ball.

The water ball instantly churned like it was boiling, and a thick, bitter medicinal fragrance spread out, but it only made one feel refreshed.

Realizing that there was also a medical immortal with unparalleled medical skills here, everyone’s minds calmed down a little, and they all threw their spells at it.

The solid ice and the wind wall sealed the spring eye, and the spiritual fire wove into a fine net, firmly surrounding Zhou Chan and the water ball.

In this way, the situation was barely under control.

Ning Ruoque did not dare to relax. She scooped up Yin Buran with one hand and supported Si Mingyue with the other, retreating in a direction where there was no one.

She caught a glimpse of the old man’s ashen face, and he turned his head to give a few instructions to the person beside him.

Her gaze swept around, and finally, it returned to Zhou Chan.

Through the gaps in the flames, the young girl could be vaguely seen curled up, her eyes dark and without any whites.

Just like that, she stared at herself, and a black tear suddenly fell from the corner of her eye.

Si Mingyue grabbed Ning Ruoque’s sleeve, wanting to remind her.

Before she could speak, Ning Ruoque had already swept out several tens of zhangs.

She only heard a loud “bang” from behind her, and a dark shadow rushed out of the flames, approaching the old man at an extremely fast speed.

The shadow was shaped like a person, but a pair of bloody bird wings protruded from its back.

The spell had burned her skin to charcoal, a sharp blade had cut her throat, and her body was tattered, but it could not stop her in the slightest.

She was already a dead thing, and she could only move with the demon core’s demonic power and Zhou Chan’s obsession. It was not easy to “kill” her a second time.

Seeing Jiang Ai entangled with the shadow, Ning Ruoque was about to step forward to help with her sword.

“Ning Ruoque!” Si Mingyue, with a strength that came from nowhere, pulled her back.

Ning Ruoque was forced to pause, and she was a little late.

But she happened to see Jiang Ai retreat, and the shadow crashed into the old Daoist without any hesitation, and then countless spiritual lights flickered and exploded with a roar!

“Zhou Chan” and the demon core had self-destructed together!

A wave of air, wrapped in rolling smoke and dust, spread out. Ning Ruoque only had time to retreat while using her sword qi to block.

The piercing scream of the demon bird seemed to be about to pierce one’s eardrums, and the huge impact made the web of her thumb numb. Si Mingyue timely propped up a barrier, helping to block a part of it.

Even so, Ning Ruoque was forced back several steps.

Until the piercing scream disappeared, Ning Ruoque shook her head and waved away the dust before her.

She saw that a huge pit had been blasted in the square by the spring eye, and the spring water had overflowed the pool and was pouring into the pit.

The surrounding buildings had collapsed by more than half under the impact of the air wave, and even the barrier at the top had dimmed a little.

And the old Daoist was lying in the pit in tattered clothes, his life and death unknown.

There were also many people who were either sitting or lying, and it seemed that they were injured.

Ning Ruoque quickly turned her head to check on Yin Buran. Fortunately, the other had not been bumped or touched, and her face was just a little pale.

When she looked at Si Mingyue again, this one was also fine, but her eyes were completely vacant.

She relaxed a little, and she heard Jiang Ai’s hoarse voice.

“Pass down the order to seal the Taiyi Sect. No one is allowed to leave until it is confirmed that the plague has been completely eliminated.”

Jiang Ai was also close to the explosion point. Now, half of her shoulder was stained with blood, and she could barely stand.

Since the person in charge was still here, the scene would not be chaotic.

Before long, the people who could still move began to save themselves, count the losses, and take care of the wounded in an orderly manner.

The three of them cautiously approached the pit.

A sharp-eyed disciple of the Taiyi Sect caught a glimpse, and with seven hands and eight feet, he carried the old Daoist over and placed him in front of Yin Buran.

The latter glanced at him, averted her gaze, and said lightly, “I won’t save him, and I can’t save him.”

“…”

That person was clearly stunned by Yin Buran’s words. After a moment of stunned silence, his face was full of righteous indignation. “You are clearly a doctor. Why would you see someone die and not save them!”

Ning Ruoque was angry when she heard this.

Yin Buran had consumed too much before, and she was as light as a piece of paper when she held her. She hadn’t even had time to feel sorry for her, so how could she let others criticize her?

So she blurted out, “You are still his disciple. Then why didn’t you block the injury for him?”

The man’s face was red and white, and it was clear that he could not argue but was unwilling. He could only stammer, “This… the duty of a doctor is to heal the sick and save the dying—”

Before he could finish, Yin Buran looked up. “He has an artifact to protect him, but the poison of the Jiegou is unusual. Looking at his complexion, the poison has already entered his lungs.”

After she finished speaking, she frowned, and her pair of ice-quenched glassy pupils were filled with undisguised disgust. “You want to save him? The Taiyi Sect can’t afford my price.”

“You—”

The man was speechless for a moment and wanted to argue a few words. Just as Jiang Ai was walking over, he quickly stood to the side.

The person who came bowed to Yin Buran, and when she stood up, she coughed a few times, clutching her chest. It was clear that she had suffered an internal injury.

She lowered her eyebrows, but her voice was very steady. “Divine Pivot Lord, just do your best. I will contact Azurefall Creek.”

From her words, it meant that she would contact Azurefall Creek to send more medical cultivators.

Yin Buran did not return the bow, but instead turned to leave.

Just as she passed by her, she asked softly, “Fellow Daoist Jiang, will you also stay?”

The corners of Jiang Ai’s mouth twitched, as if she wanted to smile politely.

“Of course.”

Seeing Yin Buran walk towards the spring eye, that man still wanted to follow.

Just as he had stood up, a long sword with a cold glint blocked his path, and the sword qi it brought with it brushed past his ear, cutting a bloody gash.

Ning Ruoque scolded coldly, “Get lost.”

Si Mingyue held her staff and emphasized seriously, “He had planted the cause before. This is the fruit he deserves.”

Everyone was listening and watching. As they looked at each other, no one dared to stop him again.

Yin Buran summoned that snow-white zither and reached her hand into the spring eye.

This spring had been frozen and blown by the wind before, and it was so cold that it was unbearable. When Yin Buran withdrew her hand, her joints were so cold that they were bright red.

Because it was too cold nearby, even the breath she exhaled had turned into a white mist.

“Fortunately, the spring eye has not been contaminated, but if we drag it on, it’s not certain.”

“Go, let Jiang Ai find a place to gather all the wounded and isolate them. Everything here has to be burned with spiritual fire. Then you come back, and I’ll see if you’re injured.”

She said as she walked, and when she turned her head, she found that Ning Ruoque was still standing in the same spot, her head drooping, looking very unwilling.

Yin Buran was puzzled. “What are you standing there for?”

She heard Ning Ruoque reply in a muffled voice, “What can I do for you, besides these?”

Yin Buran: “Then you can find a clean, empty room later and send Mingyue to rest.”

Ning Ruoque was still stubbornly not moving. “And?”

She only knew how to use a sword, but there were many things in the world that could not be solved with just a sword.

Si Mingyue could still use rewinding to reverse cause and effect, but she could only crudely cut off everything from the source, or provide some clumsy concern.

For example, now, Yin Buran was frowning and looking at her.

Ning Ruoque stepped forward, held Yin Buran’s hand in her own, and breathed on it.

She rubbed it, warmed it, and then passed her own spiritual energy to her.

The person before her blinked, and did not struggle, obediently letting her warm her hands.

After she was done, she reached over to take her pulse, and with a frown, she looked very annoyed as she healed the injuries she had sustained in the fight before.

Only when a cultivator who was sending a message ran over from a distance did Yin Buran glance at her and mouthed, “I’ll talk to you when we get back.”

Ning Ruoque did not dare to make a sound and eagerly followed, helping Yin Buran.

The damage caused by this explosion was unexpected. It was probably because the original owner of that demon core had a high cultivation, and might even be a demon king-level expert.

Taking pulses, treating injuries, and brewing medicine. Yin Buran and a few medical cultivators from the Taiyi Sect were busy from midnight until the sun was high, and only then did they admit all the wounded into the isolated guest house.

It was a good thing that the previous Zhuyan chaos had already been suppressed by Miao Hongxiang and the others. Otherwise, the situation would have been even more chaotic.

However, even though they had dealt with it in time, the Taiyi Sect was still greatly weakened.

The sect master of the Taiyi Sect had used a golden pill and a spirit medicine to hang on to his life for half a day, but in the end, he was still powerless to turn the tide.

When the medical cultivators of Azurefall Creek arrived, it was already the evening of another day.

The bell that announced the fall of the sect master rang, and it echoed through the mountains. The bronze bell under the eaves of the guest house still had traces of smoke, and the ruined walls by the spirit spring eye were left untidy.

Ning Ruoque did not feel anything about this. She was racking her brains to think of how to coax Yin Buran to drink the medicine.

Yin Buran’s constitution was already poor, and she had consumed a large amount of spiritual energy to treat others again and again. Now, she was visibly weak.

Some of the wounded who had been affected by the explosion could now run and jump, but Yin Buran couldn’t even walk.

Even so, she still had to treat Si Mingyue.

Her thin fingers rested on Si Mingyue’s pulse, and the latter refused in every possible way. “No need… really no need. I’ll go and find your fellow sect members.”

Yin Buran looked up, noncommittal.

She said as if casually, “You had already anticipated this result, so you were unwilling to come to the spring eye at the beginning.”

As if it were an unexpected topic, Si Mingyue was stunned for a long while, pressed her lips together, and shrank into a ball of cotton.

“…Mm, I saw it.”

She had seen in the divination that Zhou Chan had taken out a fake scroll that someone had given her at the Immortal Alliance’s regular meeting, and because of this, she had been made things difficult for by the Taiyi Sect.

And her master, under the pressure of the Taiyi Sect, had no choice but to expel her from the sect.

She hated that the heavens were blind and the Immortal Alliance was unjust, so she had personally snuck into the Taiyi Sect and had found evidence that the immortal sect was raising demonic beasts and that the sect master was covering for them.

So she had deliberately lured the old Daoist to the spring eye, wanting to perish with him with the demon core.

Then the spring eye was destroyed, and a plague swept through the entire Taiyi Sect, and even the surrounding cities and villages.

But that was just an image.

When Si Mingyue had seen this image, Zhou Chan was still just a pitiful person who had gone astray in order to get justice for her junior sister.

Her hands were not stained with blood. If she hadn’t done it, she hadn’t done it. She couldn’t be killed without a word just because of an uncertain prophecy.

Si Mingyue could only try her best to stop Zhou Chan and the Taiyi Sect from reaching a point of no return, so as to avoid the subsequent events.

She had swapped the evidence, had no choice but to involve Yin Buran and the others, and had deliberately avoided the spring eye.

But in the end, she had still failed.

All sorts of signs made her have to doubt herself.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao only needed a light push, with a lone female cultivator and an ice awl that had come from nowhere, and it could easily push fate back to the “right track.”

Si Mingyue’s peripheral vision slanted, and in front of the small clay stove, Ning Ruoque was squatting in the shadows, brewing the medicine that Yin Buran was to drink.

The light was dim, and it was even more difficult to see clearly.

“It’s not just these.” She clenched her fists, and her face was filled with an anxiety she had not even noticed.

She had made countless prophecies from copper coins and grass stalks and knew very well that fate was always intertwined.

Si Mingyue spoke in a hurry, “The first thing I divined was actually—”

Her voice came to an abrupt end, as if it had suddenly been cut off by something. Her lips were open, but she could not make a single sound.

So the diviner was dejected and did not move. Her originally crystal-clear purple pupils were covered with a layer of dull gray.

Yin Buran seemed not to have noticed her abnormality, but instead comforted her with a calm expression, “Mingyue, it’s not your fault. You’ve already done your best.”

Suddenly, the bitter smell of medicinal herbs filled the entire room, and Ning Ruoque came over with a freshly brewed bowl of medicine.

“Ranran.”

Before she could even drink it, her tongue seemed to have tasted that sour and bitter taste.

Yin Buran frowned slightly and lowered her head in thought. “I don’t know how Chu Xuan is doing. There’s one more thing I’m very concerned about. I have to find a way to contact her.”

Ning Ruoque thought she hadn’t heard and called out again, “Ranran?”

Yin Buran was still talking to herself, looking very troubled. “Is the transmission talisman safe…”

Seeing this, Si Mingyue quickly interrupted, “I… I’m not going. I want to go back to the Star Observation Platform.”

She wrapped herself in a small quilt and curled up into a ball, staring at Yin Buran eagerly, afraid that she would not agree.

Yin Buran directly agreed, “Alright.”

“…”

Ning Ruoque finally discovered that she seemed not to exist in a certain person’s eyes. Even when she was standing beside her, she was still staring at the desk without blinking.

Even though the desk was empty, and there was nothing on it.

“Yin Buran!” She shouted this time with a very loud voice, with a hint of an unbearable grievance.

Only then did Yin Buran tilt her head. “Hmm?”

Facing the dark and terrifying bowl of medicine in Ning Ruoque’s hand, she turned her head back as if nothing had happened.

“I don’t want to drink it.”