Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 122

Chapter 122: Towards the Mortal World

“My Dao should contend with the Mandate of Heaven.”

Chen Suxin’s direction was very clear, but Chu Xuan was still stunned for a moment. “Mingyue?”

She understood now. No wonder Si Mingyue had been acting so strangely recently, and now she had directly disappeared.

To have the same result after a thousand divinations, no one could accept it.

Knowing that Si Mingyue’s divinations had rarely been wrong, Chu Xuan clicked her tongue.

But she said in a carefree manner, “So what? Is what the Heavenly Dao says the truth? If the Heavenly Dao wants the human race to perish, is the goddess going to help set a fire?”

Chen Suxin’s eyelashes trembled.

She just stood there quietly, as if she had to wait for Ning Ruoque’s answer.

Her wound had not healed, and it was even still bleeding.

But Yan Ci had already sheathed her sword, and the fallen immortal pattern on her neck had also disappeared. Her eyelids were drooping, and she had returned to that lazy appearance.

That sword strike was not without effect. At least, Yin Buran could see that Chen Suxin could not use any forceful means now, let alone leave.

So the two sides were in a stalemate, and for a moment, neither could persuade the other.

Just as the lightning had rolled over the land, there was a smell of saltpeter in the air, mixed with a faint, fishy smell of blood, which made Yin Buran knit her brows.

Most importantly, Ning Ruoque was still hesitating, and her hand holding hers had not relaxed.

Yin Buran sighed softly and looked at Yan Ci. “Senior, do you need me to treat you?”

It was unknown for what reason, but in the fight just now, Chen Suxin had not fought back once. However, the appearance of the fallen immortal pattern itself was a drain on the spiritual soul.

Yin Buran was very good at treating this kind of injury.

Yan Ci shook her head and said nonchalantly, “Compared to this, you should think about how to persuade these two single-minded fellows.”

The “single-minded” Ning Ruoque: “…”

She hesitated to speak several times, trying to explain her hesitation.

“I’m still worried—”

Before her voice could fall, Chen Suxin continued, “The great war is coming. If we don’t suppress Taotie as soon as possible, we will suffer heavy losses.”

This loss was not just in spirit stones, artifacts, or other dead things, but in living human lives.

It would not only affect Yin Buran and Chu Xuan, but also many, many ordinary people.

It was clear that Chen Suxin had once again guessed Ning Ruoque’s thoughts, or perhaps in some ways, the two of them were the same kind of person.

Chu Xuan was anxious as she listened, rolled up her sleeves, and wanted to argue with Chen Suxin again.

But Yin Buran suddenly tugged on her sleeve, her expression calm, her pair of eyes as clear as autumn water.

“I have a doubt. Can the goddess enlighten me?”

Chen Suxin nodded. “Please speak.”

She heard Yin Buran ask softly, “A doctor who has saved countless people and a sword cultivator who stops killing with killing, whose sacrifice can save more people?”

A trace of bewilderment appeared in Chen Suxin’s eyes.

Without waiting for her to speak, Yin Buran asked again, “If it’s a mortal and a cultivator, how should one choose?”

The goddess was silent and actually began to weigh it.

Perhaps this question was too out of the blue, and even after a long while, she still remained silent.

Seeing this, Yin Buran curled up the corners of her mouth, as if in self-mockery. “Heh, it’s just a meaningless assumption. The goddess doesn’t have to think too much.”

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yin Buran was being sarcastic.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was concerned about the other’s identity, she would probably have bristled on the spot.

A meaningless assumption could make Chen Suxin hesitate, but when it came to Ning Ruoque, she had chosen without any hesitation.

How could she not resent it?

Yin Buran took a deep breath. “Sacrifice is the simplest thing. Just like before the demon race attacks, they will always let the low-level demonic beasts be the meat shields first.”

“…But humans are not mindless demonic beasts,” she looked up, a rare seriousness in her eyes. “A human’s life should not be measured like this, nor should there be a sacrifice that is taken for granted.”

“The same goes for gods.”

Every sentence was sonorous, like a spark in the dark night, and it seared Ning Ruoque’s heart.

“Yin Buran…”

Ning Ruoque stared at Yin Buran in a daze, and suddenly she really wanted to hug her.

Of course, she had not forgotten her own situation, so she just held Yin Buran’s hand tightly and looked at Chen Suxin.

“Senior, I—”

The void suddenly distorted, and spiritual energy surged, like a rippling wave.

Ning Ruoque subconsciously became vigilant. Before her sword was unsheathed, she first heard its sound.

“Wait… wait!”

Accompanied by a crisp female voice, a figure rolled out of the void.

After stumbling a few steps on the ground, the person who came lifted her own hood, revealing a pale face.

A few strands of white hair were messily stuck to her cheek, and it seemed that she had been in a great hurry.

Chu Xuan exclaimed, “Mingyue!”

Si Mingyue wiped her face with her sleeve, and her already bloodshot eyes became even redder.

She was acting out of character. She did not look at anyone, but instead strode to the front, as if she were preparing to fight with her staff and knock someone on the head.

Chu Xuan didn’t even have time to stop her.

Chen Suxin paused for a moment and opened her lips lightly. “You didn’t tell them about the future you had calculated. Why?”

It sounded like an accusation, but her tone was gentle, more like an elder’s helpless indulgence of a junior in the family.

Si Mingyue shrank her shoulders.

Only then did Chu Xuan realize that Si Mingyue’s hands were trembling badly.

She had rarely seen the other in such a disheveled state. Her usual soft smile was also gone, and in its place were her bitten lips.

Si Mingyue’s breathing was also trembling, but she still spoke, “Yes… I did divine a fatal situation, but so what?”

She had followed the “future” she had deduced in the past and had given guidance to countless people.

But how should a person who spied on fate judge if they had already embarked on another predetermined path?

If the future could not be changed, what was the meaning of foreseeing fate?

After trying to change Zhou Chan’s ending to no avail, Si Mingyue held a copper coin and watched the stars on the Star Observation Platform for a whole night.

For some reason, she thought of her first meeting with Ning Ruoque and the others.

It had been an accident. The copper coin in her hand had not yet been thrown, but she had already encountered a wonderful fate.

With a crisp “clang,” the copper coin fell to the ground. The echo lingered in the empty Star Observation Platform for a long time.

But Si Mingyue did not care about the heads or tails.

She had also forgotten how she had gotten here. She only felt that her breathing was rapid, her head was dizzy, and the spiritual energy around her was difficult to calm down. In her eyes, there was only that high and mighty goddess.

She pressed her chest, trying to make herself a little calmer. “My Dao should contend with the Mandate of Heaven.”

But in the end, she couldn’t help but shout, “I spied on the Mandate of Heaven and deduced the creation, not to send my friends to their deaths!”

“…”

Chen Suxin quietly looked at Si Mingyue, and the night wind blew through her sleeves.

From her expression, it seemed that no special emotions could be seen.

Si Mingyue thought that she wanted to refute her, bit her lip, and hurriedly added, “I know what the Heavenly Dao wants.”

“But if… if it’s like this, I’d rather not perform a divination anymore!”

As soon as her voice fell, a muffled thunder was faintly heard in the clouds.

Ning Ruoque opened her mouth, but her throat was stuck.

It was as if something heavy and doubtful in her heart was sinking, and something lighter and warmer was floating up.

When she personally experienced this solid support, she also seemed to be standing firmly on the ground, and it was difficult to waver again.

Perhaps because she had been refuted and stopped one after another, the long-silent goddess finally let out a sigh.

“Is that so… I understand now.”

She had given way.

As soon as these words were spoken, Chu Xuan couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

At least, she didn’t have to worry about her using the great righteousness of the common people to force Ning Ruoque to make a decision.

Chen Suxin tilted her head slightly, and a smile naturally appeared on the corners of her mouth. “Let this matter be. I can still support for more than a month, which will give you time to find a solution.”

“A month later, if this calamity is not resolved, I will seal my own spiritual soul in the formation eye. In this way, I can protect the human world for ten years.”

Lightly, Chen Suxin had arranged for herself, and even her retreat was proper. The entire human world would benefit, except for herself.

Ning Ruoque couldn’t help but glance at her own master.

The latter’s expression was blank. She had neither suddenly gone mad, nor had she spoken to stop her.

She stared at Chen Suxin without blinking, not at all surprised by this result.

Chen Suxin seemed to have ignored Yan Ci’s gaze and still said, “Of course, if you change your mind, you can come and find me anytime.”

She turned into a stream of light and fled. Yan Ci followed closely behind, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

The four of them were quiet again, or perhaps the impact of the Demon God’s revival was too great, and there was too much to say.

Chu Xuan looked at Ning Ruoque, then turned her head to look at Si Mingyue, and with a clap of her hands, she was the first to break this strange silence.

“Oh, oh, oh! It’s a good thing my formation is still there.”

As soon as she moved, Si Mingyue also couldn’t hold it in. She rubbed her eyes several times with her sleeve, and in the end, she still couldn’t hold it in.

Large teardrops slid down her cheeks. “Ning Ruoque, don’t go. We’ll find a way to save you.”

She grabbed Ning Ruoque’s sleeve and cried, “Waaah—”

Her crying was earth-shattering, with a kind of reckless momentum.

The image of the Palace Master of Heavenly Eon Palace, the favorite of the Heavenly Dao, and the one who was as accurate as a god, was all gone now. With a pout of her mouth, she looked both pitiful and wronged.

Chu Xuan was so bewildered that she even forgot what she wanted to say.

Yin Buran, on the other hand, widened her eyes slightly, and for a moment, she did not react.

Ning Ruoque was also stunned for a while, and then she explained seriously, “I didn’t promise her.”

Who would have thought that Si Mingyue would sniff, and still cry, her tears falling as she wiped them, and she couldn’t stop at all.

She couldn’t say a complete sentence and just kept grabbing Ning Ruoque’s sleeve, as if she wanted to cry out all the sad things in her life.

So Ning Ruoque had no choice but to add, “I’m not dead yet either.”

She didn’t know what was wrong with Si Mingyue and took out a handkerchief, wanting to hand it to the other.

Si Mingyue shook her head vigorously and refused to take it.

Ning Ruoque was suddenly at a loss and quickly looked at Chu Xuan for help.

Fortunately, Si Mingyue had recovered a little on her own. Her sleeves were wet, so she turned her head and wiped all her tears on Chu Xuan’s clothes.

She sobbed and apologized to Ning Ruoque, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Back then… I shouldn’t have said that prophecy.”

This apology came too suddenly. Ning Ruoque thought for a while before she finally understood why Si Mingyue was like this.

She thought that Ning Ruoque’s decision to go to her death back then was partly her fault.

Si Mingyue had seen the so-called “only” solution. It should have been a prophecy to save the world, but it required her own friend to sacrifice.

And then Yin Buran’s hair turned white, and Chu Xuan was determined to make up for her regrets.

Si Mingyue would ask herself from time to time, “Is it really a good thing to be able to foresee the future?”

Even if the four of them were to reunite, their state of mind was already not the same as before.

Si Mingyue was full of guilt.

Now she was just glad that she had come to her senses in time and had caught up, and had not made a mistake again and again.

She lowered her head, and instead held the hem of her own clothes, like a criminal waiting for her sentence, listless.

Ning Ruoque didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She unconsciously softened her features and said softly, “You just provided a method. It was I who made the decision.”

Si Mingyue pouted, looking as if she were trying hard to hold it in, but her tears still welled up uncontrollably, filling her eyes.

Ning Ruoque patted Si Mingyue’s head like she was patting a soft ball of cotton.

She said, “Although I don’t know if our meeting is a misfortune or a blessing, I have never regretted meeting you.”

These words were from the bottom of her heart, so she didn’t think too much about it.

After a moment, she belatedly realized what she had said.

She was suddenly a little embarrassed.

But Chu Xuan still teased, “Oh my! Is the sun going to rise from the west tomorrow morning? Ning Ruoque can actually speak human words.”

She laughed and messed up Si Mingyue’s hair. “You know, Ning Ruoque is very stubborn. How can your two or three sentences affect her?”

Si Mingyue had originally wanted to cry again, but being teased like this, she could only dodge in a fluster. She tried to free her head from Chu Xuan’s poisonous hands.

After several failed attempts, she was so angry that she was about to hit Chu Xuan’s head with her staff.

The two of them were in a fight, and the gloom seemed to have been swept away.

Ning Ruoque finally had some free time, and with her peripheral vision, she cautiously observed Yin Buran.

The matter of a hundred years ago was an old wound in Yin Buran’s heart that was difficult to heal.

Ning Ruoque was afraid that she would be sad, afraid that she would be in pain but would not say it, and would be struggling alone.

Yin Buran accurately captured Ning Ruoque’s gaze.

She used the cover of her wide sleeves and held Ning Ruoque’s hand tightly.

Just like at the beginning.