Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 108

Chapter 108: The Path of the Dao is Nameless

“You’re not wrong.”

This punch landed squarely on Ning Ruoque’s chest. It didn’t hurt, but it made Ning Ruoque very worried.

Yin Buran bit her lip, and a teardrop slid down her cheek. She cried silently, and Ning Ruoque scrambled to hold her in her arms, patting her back to comfort her.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

The memories she had recovered still needed time to be sorted out, so to Ning Ruoque, it was just a blink of an eye, a moment’s rest.

She didn’t know what Yin Buran had experienced in her sea of consciousness.

So she could only soothe her fur over and over again. “It’s fine. I’m here.”

She saw that Yin Buran had already bitten her lip until there was a faint mark and quickly coaxed her, “If you’re uncomfortable, you can bite me. I’m not afraid of pain.”

Yin Buran’s heart felt even more stuffy after hearing this.

She pulled open half of Ning Ruoque’s collar with a cold face and saw a faint bite mark.

The one she had made last night.

She turned to pull open the other side and bit down on her shoulder and neck, her ferocity comparable to a small cat’s.

But she had no strength. Instead of biting, it was more like holding.

Not only did Ning Ruoque not pay attention, but she even dared to say, “It’s fine even if you bite harder. You don’t have to worry about me.”

As expected, she was punched again.

After two consecutive hits, Yin Buran was so angry that she laughed.

Unlike in the sea of consciousness, the Ning Ruoque here was real and tangible.

Even if she did nothing, just holding her like this, letting their auras and body temperatures mingle, Yin Buran was very satisfied.

Only when the sunlight grew stronger did she pat Ning Ruoque. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

She didn’t want to walk, and she was too lazy to move. If it weren’t for the fact that she had promised to stew soup for “Ning Ruoque,” she would probably have spent the whole day in bed.

Ning Ruoque put a cloak on Yin Buran, brought the Dao is Hidden and Nameless sword, and then carefully carried her to the kitchen.

She consciously rolled up her sleeves, lit the stove, and then asked Yin Buran, “What do you want to eat?”

Unexpectedly, it was Yin Buran who pulled her aside, tied up her hair with a blank expression, washed her hands, and then weighed out the appropriate medicinal herbs.

Astragalus, angelica, and goji berries were the most basic. Three mulberry leaves, soul-replenishing grass, and emperor’s rest fruit were all precious spiritual medicines that were priceless outside.

Ning Ruoque stood there like a block of wood, not knowing what to do.

Yin Buran pushed her waist in disgust and instructed, “Go and get me a chicken, and then wash the pot.”

“Oh, oh.”

Ning Ruoque’s brain hadn’t reacted yet. She didn’t understand why Yin Buran had suddenly taken an interest in cooking.

But her body had already obediently done as she was told, and she went to Qingtong to ask for a seven-month-old hen that had been raised on spirit rice.

By the time she came back with the plucked hen, Yin Buran was trying to put the steamer on the stove.

The steamer was as big as a washbasin, and she was frowning, holding it with great effort.

Ning Ruoque took three steps at a time and quickly took the steamer.

When she finally looked closely, it was filled with white and plump dough.

From her years of experience in steaming steamed buns, the fermentation time of this dough was not enough, and too much was put in at once. The steamed buns would definitely not be soft.

Her peripheral vision slanted, and not far away, Yin Buran was stuffing stewing ingredients into a clay pot.

Her white hair was half-tied up, and her sleeves were also carefully tied up. Her eyelashes under the sunlight fluttered like butterfly wings, and when she lowered her eyes, she was so gentle that it was a little excessive.

The kitchen, full of the smell of cooking, had reduced her nobility by thirty percent, and she seemed more approachable.

Ning Ruoque couldn’t help but stare at her, greedily wanting to imprint this scene in her mind.

The latter did not notice Ning Ruoque’s gaze and just instructed to herself, “I’m going to stew soup.”

Ning Ruoque quietly put the steamer aside and urged, “Mm, you go and rest for a while. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She thought that most of the work was already done, and all she had to do was to put the chicken into the clay pot. Yin Buran lay down with a clear conscience.

The steam from the stove was rising, and the clay pot was gurgling.

While Yin Buran was taking a nap with her eyes closed, Ning Ruoque re-fermented the dough and added two more layers of steamers. Then she watched the fire, and from time to time, she would add a piece of firewood.

During this time, Yin Buran got up to look three times. It was unknown what method she had used, but the fragrance overflowing from the clay pot became stronger and stronger.

The last time, Yin Buran tasted a spoonful of soup and also took a piece of steamed bun.

She was very satisfied with her own skills. The steamed buns were soft and sweet, and they were getting more and more delicious!

So she couldn’t help but raise her chin and asked Ning Ruoque to bring the soup and steamed buns to the table.

She also personally ladled two bowls of soup, one of which she pushed to Ning Ruoque. “Eat.”

Ning Ruoque was still a little dazed and did not dare to reach for it. “For me?”

“Mm, the rest is all yours.”

Since she had already said so, Ning Ruoque picked up the bowl and took a large gulp.

The soup, which had been brewed from a whole chicken, was clear and fragrant, and the chicken meat fell off the bone with a single touch, and there was not a hint of the bitterness of a medicinal meal.

Very delicious! So happy!

While she was gulping down the chicken soup, she peeked at Yin Buran’s expression from over the rim of the bowl.

The person before her was sitting up straight, as if she had to watch her finish the soup.

First she was so angry that she cried, and then she stewed soup and steamed buns for herself. What on earth is wrong with Yin Buran?

Completely unable to guess the other’s thoughts, Ning Ruoque’s heart was in a mess, unable to settle down.

Could it be that something had happened to her body, or was it that a certain part of her memory had been seen by Yin Buran?

Ning Ruoque was dejected, but the movements of her hands did not stop, and she ate everything on the table.

Three bites for a steamed bun, five bites for a bowl of soup. In just a short while, she had finished more than half a pot.

Although she had already abstained from food, it was as if she had been hungry for three days, and if she were a breath later, she would starve to death.

Although her speed was fast, her etiquette was quite good, and it only made one’s appetite increase.

Yin Buran seriously observed Ning Ruoque eating, and without realizing it, she had also finished a whole bowl of soup.

She stared at the empty soup bowl in a daze, and then a plump chicken leg suddenly fell into the bowl.

Yin Buran looked up and met Ning Ruoque’s slightly nervous gaze.

She slowly picked up the chicken leg and put it back. “I said it’s all yours. You don’t have to leave any for me.”

“Yin Buran…” Ning Ruoque’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened.

Yin Buran tilted her head. “Hmm?”

She heard a certain sword cultivator say with apprehension, “Do I still have a chance to dual cultivate with you in the future?”

She was startled and quickly realized that she had said the wrong thing.

She hurriedly explained, “No… I’m not very keen on that. I wanted to ask… why did you suddenly brew soup for me…”

She had clearly not done anything for Yin Buran, but she had received such concern from her. Ning Ruoque was very unaccustomed to this.

But Yin Buran answered as if it were a matter of course.

“I like you,” she stuffed the last steamed bun into Ning Ruoque’s mouth. “You like to eat, so I’ll make it for you. There’s no reason for it.”

“Also…”

Yin Buran propped up her cheek and said with a profound meaning, “You should also come to bed tonight.”

Ning Ruoque instantly covered her mouth. “Cough, cough, cough—”

Yin Buran let out a sneer.

To this day, she could say the two words “I like you” with great frankness. In contrast, a certain sword cultivator would still blush and choke on a steamed bun.

Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the smile in Yin Buran’s eyes, and Ning Ruoque wished she could bury her face in a bowl, so as not to be laughed at by the other.

She finished her food in a few bites, tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, and took the initiative to carry Yin Buran on her back, so that she could take her back to sunbathe.

Perhaps because she had had enough soup and food, on the small green stone path, the black-clad sword cultivator walked with brisk steps, becoming more and more energetic.

Hearing the sound of a yawn by her ear, she asked casually, “Ranran, do you want to learn the sword with me? You can treat it as exercise.”

In fact, Yin Buran’s constitution was given to her by the Heavenly Dao. Medicine was useless, and the effect of exercise was also limited.

But at least it could make Yin Buran’s complexion better and not so sleepy.

Yin Buran replied lazily, “No, it’s very tiring.”

So Ning Ruoque did not say any more and planned to think of some other ways to nourish Yin Buran’s body.

The weather was very good today.

With the help of the weather grand formation, Suwen Peak was neither cold nor hot, and a lot of sunlight was sprinkled on the plants and trees.

The courtyard that had been bombed before had already been repaired, and some of the withered flowers and plants had also been cleaned up.

Yin Buran tilted her head, and the medicine field on the right was transplanted with Chu Xuan’s apology—

All sorts of precious medicinal herbs were deliberately arranged into the three large characters for “I’m sorry.”

She knitted her brows and turned to look at the left.

The flower garden on the left was neat. These were sent by Si Mingyue.

Unfortunately, the flowers had not yet bloomed. The moon roses were listless, and the pear trees were stretching their branches alone, which only made one feel desolate.

It was really terrible. Although these two people were not here, it was as if she could hear them chattering non-stop.

Yin Buran frowned, and with a point of her finger into the air, an invisible ripple seemed to spread out.

So Ning Ruoque was walking along, and she was suddenly hit by a gust of gentle wind.

She turned her head in astonishment and watched as the pear trees sprouted and the moon roses budded.

Those messy medicinal herbs became more and more vibrant, and even tender green grass leaves appeared by her feet.

In another instant, spring had suddenly arrived, and layers of flowers adorned the path ahead.

The sunlight was so bright that it made one squint. Yin Buran stretched on Ning Ruoque’s back.

She stretched out her arms, just enough to wrap around Ning Ruoque, and her sweet breath fell on the side of her neck, creating a tingling numbness.

Ning Ruoque paused for a moment and continued to walk forward with a blank mind.

She called out out of the blue, “Yin Buran.”

“Hmm?”

Ning Ruoque blurted out, “I wish this road had no end.”

Yin Buran was absent-minded and poked Ning Ruoque’s back with her hand. “Then wouldn’t you have to carry me for a lifetime?”

Ning Ruoque couldn’t help but curl up the corners of her mouth. “Mm, I’m willing.”

“…”

Yin Buran pressed her lips together and covered Ning Ruoque’s eyes with her hand.

This person still walked steadily, and did not even let a single blade of grass brush against Yin Buran.

For a moment, there was only the gentle breeze and the fragrance of flowers, so quiet that one could hear Ning Ruoque’s breathing.

When she saw Yin Buran’s white crabapple tree, Ning Ruoque suddenly said, “Sorry for making you worry again.”

A sentence without a beginning or an end. Yin Buran let go of her hand and turned her head to look at her.

“Was I wrong?” Ning Ruoque lowered her eyelids, trying to hide her emotions.

She remembered now, the memory that should have been annihilated by the goddess.

Because she didn’t want to forget Yin Buran, it was also properly stored in the depths of her sea of consciousness.

So the destruction of all her past with Yin Buran was not a punishment from the Heavenly Dao, but the result of the goddess’s forceful distortion.

And now that the goddess’s hopes were dashed, the divine position had naturally failed to be handed over.

She chose her words carefully. “On the Ninth Heaven, I—”

Before she could finish, she was cut off by Yin Buran’s decisive words.

“You’re not wrong.”