Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 11

Chapter 11: A Sword’s Startling Appearance

“Where are you hurt? Let me see.

Those who hadn’t yet reacted didn’t know what was happening, still staring foolishly at the strange scene.

Until Tang Jin’s body, which had been kicked to the ground, climbed up in a bizarre posture.

Like some kind of manipulated puppet, her joints were stiff, and her hands and feet were constantly twitching.

Until Tang Jin staggered towards Ning Ruoque, her face pale, and squeezed out a hoarse cry from her throat: “Save—”

The crowd was in an uproar, followed by several screams.

Ning Ruoque dodged with Yan Lingge, her gaze sweeping around, and she discovered two other Brightlight Pavilion disciples behaving strangely.

With a hook and a flick of her foot, she picked up the wooden sword that had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, the mutated cultivators were chasing and biting people, and all sorts of spells flashed chaotically in the air, turning the scene into a complete mess.

Tang Jin’s body was clearly just out of control; her cultivation level was still there. Even if she was hacking with spiritual blades without any form, Ning Ruoque would avoid it if she could.

At first, she fought and retreated. After blocking a few moves with her sword, she decisively put Yan Lingge down and went to meet the attack herself.

A fatal blow and leaving someone alive were two different things.

For the former, Ning Ruoque only needed to attack, but for the latter, she had to find a way to restrain the person without injuring their vital points.

After spinning to dodge Tang Jin’s spiritual blade, Ning Ruoque caught a glimpse of the high platform in the distance.

Unfortunately, it was blocked by a screen, and she couldn’t see Yin Buran’s figure.

Taking advantage of Tang Jin’s inconvenient movements and stiffly raised arm, she struck out with her sword in succession, aiming for the joints such as the shoulders and knees.

Then she held her sword horizontally in front of her to block Tang Jin’s counterattack.

She had already tried her best to avoid it, but her arm was still cut by the spiritual blade, a half-inch long wound, and blood quickly soaked through her sleeve.

Tang Jin was in pain and exhausted, whimpering intermittently, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to.”

But her elbow collided fiercely with Ning Ruoque’s sword without any hesitation.

The wooden sword made a faint cracking sound.

The veins on the back of Ning Ruoque’s hand, which was pressing down on the sword, bulged, but her voice was still steady. “Don’t panic. Gather your qi and focus your mind. Maintain your center and hold your ground.”

Tang Jin quickly recited the cultivation mantra as she was told, and her strength actually began to slowly recede.

Just as Ning Ruoque was about to knock her out, someone beat her to it.

A white-robed figure descended gracefully, bringing a refreshing breeze.

A slender, well-defined finger tapped lightly on Tang Jin’s brow, and she opened her eyes wide and went limp.

Ning Ruoque turned her head. “Yin…”

She subconsciously held her sword horizontally, blocking Yin Buran’s path. “It’s not safe here. You should—”

She had completely forgotten that she was now just a sword cultivator at the Spirit Induction realm.

Yin Buran brushed her hand away with her sleeve, her tone cold. “You should worry about yourself first.”

Qingtong appeared right after, hurriedly laying out a row of silver needles and beginning to stick them into Tang Jin.

Seeing this, Ning Ruoque had no choice but to stand guard with her sword, trying to prevent any potential dangers from approaching them.

The turmoil had not subsided.

A clearly “crazed” Brightlight Pavilion disciple was attacking his own sect member.

The other party was weaker and already half-covered in blood. In a moment of carelessness, a sharp claw slashed across his neck.

The rich young master from before couldn’t dodge in time and was splattered with hot, scarlet blood.

Ning Ruoque fiercely threw the wooden sword in her hand.

The sword, imbued with spiritual energy, was as swift as the wind and pierced through the person’s right shoulder.

She moved through the crowd with the agility of a flood dragon entering the water and kicked the stunned rich young master to the side.

Then she pulled out the wooden sword and struck his left shoulder again.

Just then, a few crisp bell chimes came from the distance.

A wind carrying spiritual energy swept across the entire area, suppressing the still-struggling crazed cultivators.

It seemed that Xu Chuo had arrived with the others.

Ning Ruoque rubbed her wrist and let out a long sigh of relief.

“Phew—”

She began to feel a little dizzy.

Because of the overuse of spiritual energy, her spiritual soul felt as if it were being torn and squeezed, causing sharp pains in her head.

She casually performed a beautiful sword flourish and returned to Yin Buran’s side with a calm expression, not revealing her own discomfort.

Yan Lingge had been hiding to the side all this time. Seeing this, she quickly ran over and trailed not too far from them.

Looking at the unconscious Tang Jin on the ground, Ning Ruoque asked softly, “How is she?”

Qingtong’s face was wrinkled, and cold sweat had already beaded on her temples. “Her internal organs are damaged, and her spiritual veins are also strange, as if—”

She paused, looked back at Yin Buran, and then continued to treat Tang Jin.

With Xu Chuo’s arrival, order was restored to the area, and they began to count the wounded in an orderly manner.

Those with minor injuries went to the infirmary to recuperate on their own, while those with serious injuries were sent to Qingtong for treatment.

The chaos lasted for less than ten minutes, but Brightlight Pavilion still lost two cultivators and five ordinary people.

After Qingtong finished treating the last seriously injured person, she instructed the person taking care of him, “He’s lucky to have his life, but I can’t do anything about his shattered spiritual veins.”

As if knowing his fate in his sleep, the originally unconscious man began to struggle violently.

If a cultivator’s spiritual veins were shattered, they would have no chance of ascending to the Great Dao again.

Only a very small number of medical cultivators could repair spiritual veins.

Therefore, some cultivators would not hesitate to spend a fortune to seek medical treatment from Azurefall Creek, just to return to the path of immortality.

A hint of pity appeared in Qingtong’s eyes. She looked up at Yin Buran. “Little Senior Sister, I…”

“You did very well. Thank you for your hard work.” Yin Buran patted her shoulder and pulled her up.

The once grand Grand Immortal Selection was now a mess. Ning Ruoque glanced at the extremely pale Xu Chuo in the distance.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw Qingtong wipe away a thin layer of sweat and shout at Yan Lingge.

“You, yes you! What are you standing there foolishly for? Your hands are covered in blood. Come over, I’ll take you back to bandage them.”

Her tone was urgent and fierce. Yan Lingge was so frightened that she jumped and didn’t dare to delay for a second, quickly following.

Then, Yin Buran raised her eyes and stared at Ning Ruoque with a blank expression.

Feeling Yin Buran’s gaze, Ning Ruoque subconsciously put her hands behind her back, especially her injured arm.

Yin Buran’s lips curved into a faint smile. Her back instantly tensed up, as if facing a great enemy.

She didn’t know why she was nervous, but a sword cultivator’s intuition told her:

It’s best not to let Yin Buran know that she’s injured!

The rest of the way, it was Qingtong who chattered and asked Yin Buran questions. Ning Ruoque didn’t dare to say a word, and Yan Lingge was as silent as a cicada in winter.

Xu Chuo was too busy to manage them.

As soon as the group arrived at the small courtyard, Qingtong took Yan Lingge to treat her injuries.

And Ning Ruoque followed Yin Buran into the room reservedly.

Looking at the cold and otherworldly back in front of her, she stubbornly tried the room door again.

Locked.

From the moment she stepped over the threshold, this place had been sealed by Yin Buran with a barrier.

A sword cultivator knows when to bend and when to stand tall. Ning Ruoque lowered her head and returned, sitting down opposite Yin Buran dejectedly.

Still not saying a word, sulking.

Ning Ruoque remembered the time when she and her friend were holding back the tide of demonic beasts on the ancient battlefield.

They were stationed in the most dangerous depths of the battlefield, and Yin Buran was the only medical cultivator who dared to follow.

At that time, a sword cultivator in the team was injured, and Yin Buran offered to help treat him.

The sword cultivator naturally would not refuse. After all, seeing a medical cultivator was expensive, and they would save money whenever they could.

So Yin Buran stuck a needle in, and the sword cultivator, whose hand wouldn’t even tremble if his arm was broken, instantly shed tears of “gratitude.”

In Ning Ruoque’s impression, when Yin Buran treated people, it was really, very, very painful.

It could even be more painful than the wound itself.

But it seemed she wasn’t so nervous because she was afraid of the pain.

While she was in a daze, Yin Buran’s soft voice sounded, “Where are you hurt? Let me see.”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

She refused to move, so Yin Buran also didn’t move, her glassy pupils not blinking, her fingertips tapping the tabletop intermittently.

Until Ning Ruoque couldn’t stand being stared at any longer and helplessly rolled up her sleeve, extending her forearm for her to see.

A deep gash now marred the once smooth skin. Fortunately, the bone was not injured.

Thanks to her good constitution, the wound was actually starting to heal.

It was just that a large area was reddened by blood, making it look a bit gruesome.

“It’s nothing. It will heal on its own.”

Ning Ruoque explained in a low voice, but Yin Buran didn’t listen at all and directly placed her fingers on her palm.

She felt an intense itching, as if something was growing in her wound, itching from the depths of her flesh and blood all the way to the seams of her bones.

Yin Buran glanced at her. “What? Afraid I’ll get angry?”

Ning Ruoque was as still as a mountain, her face wooden as she replied, “Why should I be afraid of you getting angry?”

She actually wanted to clench her fist, but because of those two slender fingers, she didn’t dare to make a move.

So she could only endure it, hoping that this itching would pass quickly.

Yin Buran tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and propped up her head. “Hmm? Maybe it’s because every time you got hurt in the past, I would get angry.”

She quickly added, “But I wasn’t angry at you.”

Hearing her tone, Ning Ruoque knew that she was having another “hysterical” episode.

She was just a lone sword cultivator, inexplicably given the identity of “fiancée” by Yin Buran.

No matter how much Yin Buran said, she didn’t feel any sense of reality.

But she didn’t interrupt, just listened quietly.

Yin Buran recalled leisurely, “Once, you suffered a very serious internal injury. I had no other choice, so I suggested that you dual cultivate with me—”

Ning Ruoque heard the outrageous word and hurriedly stopped her, “Yin Buran!”

Yin Buran’s lips curved slightly, her brows filled with a lively smile.

The sunlight rushed through the window, dancing on her eyelashes, and then slowly fell into Ning Ruoque’s palm.

Yin Buran gracefully skipped over the topic and asked softly, “Is it better?”

Her concern was genuine. Even someone as dense as Ning Ruoque could easily see it.

Ning Ruoque lowered her head. “Why did it take so long to treat…”

“It was healed long ago.”

Only then did Ning Ruoque realize that a certain person’s hand was resting in her palm, childishly poking and repeatedly rubbing the thin calluses at the base of her fingers.

No wonder it still itched.

It itched so much that she wanted to clench her fist and catch that reckless hand.

Yin Buran suddenly leaned in closer. “What are you thinking about? Why are you distracted?”

She didn’t even notice her small movements, which was a bit unlike her.

Ning Ruoque was silent for a while.

Finally, she cautiously withdrew her hand and answered honestly, “My cultivation mantra.”

“…”

As expected, her shoulder was punched by Yin Buran.