Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 106

Chapter 106: Towards the Mortal World

She was still sending her flowers, a different kind each time…

The spiritual platform was vast, and walking in it was like roaming the sea of stars.

That spiritual soul was too weak. While it was running away, it was also falling apart. Yin Buran followed and picked up the pieces.

She soon realized that this was only a part of Ning Ruoque’s spiritual soul. Because it had been separated from the main body for too long, it did not recognize her.

She patiently collected the fragments, rolled them into a ball, and put them in her bosom, and then followed behind the spiritual soul at an unhurried pace.

After following for a long way, the spiritual soul, perhaps seeing that she had no ill intentions, finally stood still.

The spiritual soul transformed into a translucent human form.

She looked to be eight or nine years old, tall and thin.

Her patched sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her clenched fists, and her dark and clear eyes were staring at Yin Buran.

It was the young Ning Ruoque.

Yin Buran frowned.

Ning Ruoque had said that she could kill a wild boar with a bow and arrow when she was a child, but with this thin and frail appearance, it seemed that it would be difficult for her to even kill a wild rabbit.

She beckoned to the child and coaxed her without any psychological burden, “Come here, I’ll treat you to a steamed bun.”

Unexpectedly, this child was very vigilant. “…I don’t believe you.”

Not only did she refuse, but she also turned and ran, faster than a leopard. In the blink of an eye, only a blurry back could be seen.

Yin Buran’s eyes widened slightly.

She had already forgotten when was the last time she had been rejected by Ning Ruoque!

Seeing that the person was about to disappear, Yin Buran’s face darkened.

“Ning Man, Ning Ruoque.”

Her voice was not loud, but it was very effective.

The child shivered, hesitated to stop, and tilted her head to glance at her.

Taking this opportunity, Yin Buran raised her hand, and her robes danced without any wind.

As if an invisible force had covered her from above, the child wanted to run, but she suddenly bumped into a transparent wall.

She spun around in a daze, unable to find an exit, and could only be trapped in place.

Yin Buran strolled over as if she were taking a walk in her own courtyard.

Outside, she might not be able to beat Ning Ruoque with one hand, but here, her spiritual soul was much stronger than Ning Ruoque’s.

The child put her hands behind her back, glanced at Yin Buran, and lowered her head to press her lips together in frustration.

“I don’t know you…”

Yin Buran’s expression was blank. “Then do you know the goddess? The goddess, Chen Suxin.”

The child’s brow furrowed very slightly, which was accurately captured by Yin Buran.

She let out a long breath.

She said as calmly as possible, “Take me to find her. I’ll make you soup when we get back.”

The child’s face was wooden. “I don’t like soup.”

Another rejection. Yin Buran secretly noted it down, planning to go back and “settle the score” with Ning Ruoque.

But on the surface, she still coaxed her in a gentle voice, “Astragalus and chicken soup. The whole chicken is yours.”

She saw the child’s throat bobbed, and her eyes were straight, full of craving.

“Alright.” This time, she agreed very decisively.

Yin Buran let her out, and the corners of her mouth turned up a little. So easy to coax. A little food is all it takes.

She suppressed the urge to pinch the little Ning Ruoque’s cheek and followed behind her.

Thousands of memory fragments floated past her, scattered like flying flowers and snowflakes.

One of them passed through the child’s translucent body and went straight for Yin Buran.

Yin Buran subconsciously caught it, and a momentary image flashed in her mind.

The eight or nine-year-old Ning Ruoque was shrinking in a corner, holding a bowl of porridge.

It was called porridge, but in fact, it could only be considered rice water. At most, only a few grains of rice could be scooped out, and it was as thin as plain water.

But the child still drank it all with great cherish, taking large gulps and small licks, not leaving a single drop.

Like a wrinkled, dehydrated little cabbage, she was desperately absorbing nutrients in order to survive.

Yin Buran was silent.

She knew that Ning Ruoque had had a hard time in her childhood and even in her youth, but hearing about it and seeing it with her own eyes were ultimately different.

It was hard to imagine that such a lonely and thin child would one day be able to rob an execution ground single-handedly, carry her on her back to watch the sunrise, and bring back fresh flowers from all over the world.

“Ning Ruoque.”

She had called out without realizing it. The child walking in front of her turned her head and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Yin Buran’s fingertips trembled slightly, and in the end, she lowered her eyes. “It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

The child did not make a sound, but just obediently quickened her pace, stopping from time to time to see if Yin Buran was keeping up.

Until the child stopped in front of a dim galaxy, she bowed and scooped out a ball of spiritual light from it, and carefully held it up to Yin Buran.

But Yin Buran did not take it.

Perhaps seeing Yin Buran’s hesitation, Ning Ruoque stood on her tiptoes and gently patted her shoulder.

“It’s fine. I’m here.”

It was a tone that Yin Buran was familiar with. But with the child’s current stature, it was difficult to have enough convincing power.

Yin Buran found it amusing and reached out, but instead, she went to pinch the child’s cheek.

This spiritual soul could not form a physical body at all, so of course, she did not touch anything.

Instead, she startled the child, who quickly stuffed the spiritual light into Yin Buran’s arms and took several steps back.

The moment the spiritual light came into contact with Yin Buran, it turned into thousands of intertwined threads that surrounded her.

Yin Buran only had time to mouth to the child, “Wait for me.”

The next second, she was pulled into the darkness.

At first, she could not see her hand in front of her and could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat.

Then, gradually, there were some blurry sounds, and there was also a faint light in the distance.

Yin Buran followed the source of the light, and after tentatively touching it, she finally stepped into a solid place.

The choking smell of blood came first. Yin Buran endured it for a while before she could finally see the scene before her clearly.

A hundred years ago, at the front line of Huiya Pass, in the temporary camp that had been set up, everyone who was running back and forth had a bad complexion, and the ground was also covered with mottled bloodstains.

“We can’t spare that many people…”

“What should we do, what should we do?!”

“Even if we fight with all our might, the casualties will be very heavy. The heavens are going to destroy our human race.”

From the fragmented words of others, it could be inferred that this was the night when the Demon God had descended.

It did not dodge or evade, and let them spy, its huge body slowly moving towards the human world, and it hung the heads of the cultivators on its neck as trophies.

To the cultivation world, this was undoubtedly a great mockery—

“You are powerless.”

Yin Buran did not like the atmosphere here, but she could not move now, and her line of sight was fixed, as if she had been possessed.

Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a bagua mirror used for setting up formations, and a tall and slender figure was reflected in the mirror.

Still that plain black clothes, her brows filled with a cold and biting chill, and her bandaged hand was on the hilt of her sword, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

She had “possessed” Ning Ruoque.

Ning Ruoque was striding forward, her target clear.

When she reached the front of the tent, she stopped a hurried medical cultivator and asked, “Do I smell of blood?”

The medical cultivator was still in a daze. “Ah? No, no.”

Ning Ruoque nodded and was about to lift the curtain to go in.

That medical cultivator called out to her, “By the way, Sword Venerable, Azurefall Creek is fine. It’s just that the Medicine King is seriously injured, and Little Senior Sister is very sad…”

“I know.” Her tone was flat, and not much emotion could be heard.

It was just that Ning Ruoque’s steps had become much lighter, and she entered the tent almost silently.

This was the tent of the medical cultivators of Azurefall Creek. It was filled with all sorts of medicinal herbs, pill furnaces, and bottles and jars were all over the table.

In the innermost part was a screen and a couch. On the couch, Yin Buran saw herself.

She was lying on her side, curled up, her clothes and hair in a mess, and a thin spiritual energy was surrounding her.

The medical cultivators of Huiya Pass had basically been drained of their spiritual energy, and the time to rest was very precious, so Yin Buran would not give up any opportunity to regulate her breathing.

Ning Ruoque’s expression softened, like a sheathed sword, all its sharpness restrained. She stepped forward and gently brushed away the stray hair from Yin Buran’s ear.

Then she found a half-dried tear stain on her cheek.

Ning Ruoque paused, and Yin Buran was also stunned.

She herself did not even know that she had actually cried.

Perhaps she was too tired, and this little movement did not wake “Yin Buran.” Her face was pale, and her whole person was as thin as a piece of paper.

So small, so tiny.

A fine and sour feeling welled up from her nasal cavity, pulling at her heart, and it ached.

A sentence flashed in her mind, “If only I could have rushed back to Azurefall Creek earlier.”

This was from Ning Ruoque’s thoughts and emotions.

But Ning Ruoque did not do anything, and just placed a few colorful wild flowers by the pillow.

Yin Buran had suspected before that Ning Ruoque would pick a large handful of fresh flowers and put them in her storage ring every time she went to a place, so that she could take them out to coax her at any time.

Other lovers had already gotten married, but she was still insisting on sending her flowers, a different kind each time.

But to this day, Yin Buran would still be moved by a bouquet of ordinary fresh flowers.

One had to know that it was not easy to find such clean and fresh flowers on the front line, which was always filled with corpses, and in the most dangerous places.

Ning Ruoque stayed in the tent for half a quarter of an hour, just squatting by the couch and staring at Yin Buran.

After half a quarter of an hour, she left quietly again.

This time, she directly stepped on the Dao is Hidden and Nameless sword and flew to another defense line a hundred miles away.

She swept past the gruesome, piled-up corpses of the demonic beasts and the human cultivators who were numbly cleaning up the battlefield, and landed on the city wall.

A person dressed in purple was sitting primly, and three copper coins were placed in front of her.

The tea was already cold, and the rusty-smelling cold wind shook the silver bells. For a moment, it seemed that there was only this one sound in the world.

She did not look up, as if she were talking to herself, “The divination says that if you go, this disaster can be resolved.”

Ning Ruoque also sat down cross-legged and watched as she gathered the three copper coins again and then threw them.

The first divination, inauspicious.

The second divination, great misfortune.

When she was about to perform the third divination, Si Mingyue’s hand began to tremble, and she almost couldn’t hold it.

Yin Buran always saw her with a gentle smile on her face, and she was as soft as a cotton flower when she dealt with people, unhurried.

This was the first time she had seen a deep self-blame and panic in Si Mingyue’s eyes.

Ning Ruoque, on the other hand, was frank. “Is there no other way?”

“Perhaps there is, but…”

But many people could not wait that long.

The copper coins were about to fall, and Yin Buran’s heart was also hanging high. She subconsciously grabbed a handful.

Of course, she could not change anything. The memories of the past were a foregone conclusion.

The spinning copper coins finally stopped. Si Mingyue was silent and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

This divination was unsolvable, and the Heavenly Dao did not allow her to spy another step.

“…”

Ning Ruoque said, “Alright.”

She stood up with her sword on her back, and the setting sun in the distance fell below the horizon, dyeing half the sky crimson.

Seeing this, Si Mingyue didn’t even have time to wipe the blood from her body and quickly shouted, “Wait… I’ll go with you.”

Because she was too anxious, she almost tripped over her own skirt.

Ning Ruoque supported her, her tone light and slow. “Mingyue, there’s no need.”

Si Mingyue coughed several times, and tears came out. She wiped them a few times and rushed to explain.

“Yes, I know. I just… I just—”

Ning Ruoque interrupted directly, “Don’t worry. I’m confident I can kill it.”

A very wooden way of speaking, not comforting at all.

So Si Mingyue was speechless, and dejectedly let go of her hand, like a messy ball of cotton.

Yin Buran heard Ning Ruoque bid farewell, “Take care. Apologize to Chu Xuan for me. I don’t have time to find her.”

Her perspective followed Ning Ruoque, watching as she hid her storage ring in the small house on Mount Xuansu, tidied up the courtyard, and then took a steamed bun and set off alone.

The bamboo shadows and the gentle breeze, a lonely shadow was reflected on the ground, with no one by her side.

She took a bite of the steamed bun and thought to herself, I’m so reluctant to leave Yin Buran.

Yin Buran froze at this moment.

Reluctant, reluctant, reluctant…

Countless “reluctant” filled her heart, almost drowning her, as if her throat had been choked, and her breathing also became extremely difficult.

But Ning Ruoque still did not stop, her eyes as clear as the moonlight.

Yin Buran just found it incredible.

How can there be a person like Ning Ruoque, who, with so much reluctance, resolutely embarked on the path of death?

If she had a physical body, Yin Buran would probably have been able to dig her nails into her palm.

She clearly knew that this was an unchangeable fact, just a memory of the past, just a small interlude before finding the truth, just like the previous illusion.

But her sadness was as much as Ning Ruoque’s reluctance.

“Ning Ruoque, I don’t want to watch this.”

A very muffled and muffled plea, like a trembling little cat that had been drenched in the rain.

In order to study the art of life and death, she had traveled all over the Nine Provinces and had suffered countless hardships, but at this moment, she had the thought of running away.

If she withdrew her spiritual soul now, she could still return to Ning Ruoque’s warm embrace.

Large teardrops rolled down, and she cried out in a hoarse voice, “Can you hear me? I don’t want to watch this.”

I don’t want to watch it a third time.

As soon as her voice fell, the image in her eyes shattered like broken glass, and the piercing scream of the Demon God Taotie almost pierced her eardrums.

Yin Buran closed her eyes, subconsciously wanting to curl up to protect herself.

But a thin, warm spiritual soul covered her, and held her.

Until all the noisy sounds had receded like a tide.

The sun and moon were inverted, and all things rested here.

In the swaying halo, Yin Buran squinted her eyes and gradually saw the appearance of the person before her clearly.

It was clearly a peach blossom face, with spring-breeze-like features. When her eyelashes were slightly lowered, they actually revealed a great deal of compassion and pity, making one want to get close.

“We finally meet.”

She opened her lips and said, “Ning Ruoque, my successor.”

Yin Buran blinked, then fiercely wiped the tears from her face, and gritted her teeth with her fur standing on end.

She had been wondering why Ning Ruoque had not returned to her side after the art of life and death, but had appeared in the goddess’s temple.

So it was that she had been intercepted!!