Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 15

Chapter 15: A Sword’s Startling Appearance

“So no matter how clingy I am to you, it’s not too much…”

Ning Ruoque was certain she had been attacked.

A rabbit-fur shawl was plastered to her face, and a warm, soft body was pressed against her.

She remembered the cat she had picked up before. It wasn’t a spirit beast, but the most ordinary kind of white cat.

But it was very bold, often jumping on her in the middle of the night, stepping on her, patting her with its paws, and rubbing its head against her.

Ning Ruoque always held back her strength, carefully lifting the cat, afraid of accidentally hurting it.

But she couldn’t possibly lift Yin Buran. Because she was flustered, she couldn’t even determine Yin Buran’s exact position.

She had no choice but to pull off the rabbit-fur shawl, only to see the person straddling her waist.

Her white hair was disheveled, her clothes in disarray, and the small mole on her collarbone was exposed, rising and falling with her owner’s rapid breathing.

Having lost her usual dignity and reserve, Yin Buran looked down at her, her eyes dark and devoid of light.

She was clearly in the dominant position, but her slightly trembling shoulders and the peach-blossom-like flush at the corners of her eyes all indicated her vulnerability.

Even the hand pressing on Ning Ruoque’s shoulder was now soft.

Ning Ruoque was stunned.

Oh no, is Yin Buran about to cry?

She quickly propped herself up, wanting to take out something to eat from her storage bag to comfort her.

The plum blossom cakes were as bitter as medicine, and the remaining few spirit fruits were mostly sour.

She watched as Yin Buran closed her eyes, her brow slightly furrowed, and her eyelashes became wet, as if she were trying her best to suppress her emotions.

Ning Ruoque had no other choice but to try and pull the person into her arms, stiffly patting her back.

As she patted, she thought, Was Yin Buran always like this in the past? No, the person in Ning Ruoque’s memory wasn’t such a crybaby.

Yin Buran.

The gentle and aloof person from a hundred years ago was her, the noble and cold person during the day was her, and now this fragile, soft, and weak person in her arms…

Of course, it was also her.

Ning Ruoque apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry. I said the wrong thing.”

It seemed this topic was taboo and should never be mentioned again in the future.

She smoothed Yin Buran’s back again, letting the other’s fluffy head rest on her shoulder.

With a turn of her head, Yin Buran smelled the pleasant scent of soap beans.

She didn’t blink, opening her mouth right at Ning Ruoque’s snow-white neck.

And bit down.

With a vital part of her body threatened, Ning Ruoque almost struck the person with her knife.

But she also pushed Yin Buran away as if electrocuted, and she herself retreated to the corner of the bed against the wall.

“Yin Buran!” She was extremely frightened, the wet sensation still lingering on her neck. “You… don’t push your luck.”

Hugging is one thing, but why bite people!

Yin Buran’s expression was cold, as if she didn’t understand.

She even tilted her head. “What?”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

She had never been in such close contact with anyone before and only felt an astonishing heat where she had been bitten, as if all the blood in her body had rushed there.

Moreover, Yin Buran leaned over as if nothing had happened, wrapped herself in a quilt, and curled up beside her.

Ning Ruoque’s throat bobbed, her voice slightly hoarse. “This is too much.”

“Ning Ruoque, to you, a hundred years is but a moment, but to me, it is more than thirty-six thousand days and nights.” After biting the person, Yin Buran was able to state this calmly.

“So no matter how clingy I am to you, it’s not too much.”

After hearing this, Ning Ruoque frowned and argued, “But I’m not your fi—mmph.”

She was cut off by the rabbit-fur shawl being plastered to her face again.

When she pulled it off, Yin Buran had already closed her eyes, curled up with her hand clutching Ning Ruoque’s hem, and was tightly hugging a pillow.

She had fallen asleep.

Ning Ruoque sighed softly and raised her hand to extinguish the lamp.

***

The next day, the wind was gentle and the air was clear. It was another good day.

Ning Ruoque cultivated for a night and only got up to practice her sword after Yin Buran woke up.

She finished a set of the most basic sword forms, and Qingtong was still tying up Yin Buran’s hair.

The white-haired woman by the window yawned three times in a row, lazily fiddling with the plum blossoms on the table, clearly not having rested well last night.

Ning Ruoque looked back at the radiant Yan Lingge, and her estimation of Yin Buran’s constitution dropped even lower.

Moreover, she had only seen Yin Buran make a move twice, and both were very simple healing spells.

What kind of old illness could injure a person to this extent?

Seeing her sheathe her sword, Yan Lingge eagerly came over, holding a plate of steamed buns.

The two of them sat on the stairs of the covered corridor and gnawed on them.

Ning Ruoque took a bite. It was soft and sweet, so she asked casually, “Where did you get the steamed buns?”

Yan Lingge answered obediently, “In the morning, I saw Sister Qingtong stuffing medicinal herbs into the pastries, so I borrowed some flour from her.”

She first observed Ning Ruoque’s expression for a while, then said in a small voice, “Senior, I want to avenge my mother.”

She had heard a bit about the cause and effect of the matter from Qingtong last night and had been thinking about it ever since.

Ning Ruoque said without thinking, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Yan Lingge unconsciously shrank back, and the light in her eyes also dimmed.

But in just a moment, she insisted, “But I can guide spiritual energy into my body now. I should… be able to help a little, right?”

Ning Ruoque finished the steamed bun in a few bites, her face expressionless. “Since you are already a cultivator, you should understand the most important point of survival in the Upper Realm, which is to know your own limits.”

Her words were blunt.

But thinking of this girl’s “glorious deeds,” such as insisting on joining Brightlight Pavilion for her mother’s last wish and risking her life in the competition, Ning Ruoque had to pour this bucket of cold water.

She even suspected that even if Brightlight Pavilion was destroyed, Yan Lingge would still perform the discipleship ceremony to its ruins.

It was the first time Ning Ruoque had met someone more single-minded than herself. She patted the young girl’s shoulder. “Cultivate well. Killing a few more demonic beasts in the future can also be considered as avenging your mother.”

While they were chatting, Yin Buran had already changed into a new dress and gracefully stepped out of the room.

A turquoise silk ribbon was wrapped around her arm, softening her overly pale complexion.

Ning Ruoque asked directly, “Are you going out?”

From her observation, Yin Buran would never sit if she could lie down, and would never go out if she could stay in her room.

If she had to go out, she would dress herself properly and never lose her composure in front of outsiders.

Qingtong snorted coldly, “We’ve been here for so long, and that long-ill Pavilion Master is finally willing to see me.”

Inviting a medical cultivator but not letting them see the patient was extremely rude. They were all certain that there was something fishy going on.

Now that they suddenly invited Qingtong, the problem must be even bigger.

Ning Ruoque quickly said, “Can you take me with you?”

Yin Buran glanced at her sideways and threw the Mirage Pearl to her. “So clingy? Fine, you can come with me.”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

She calmly put away the pearl, ignored the curious expressions of Yan Lingge and Qingtong, and concealed her figure to follow.

As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, the ones who were embarrassed would be others.

Apart from the messy and disgusting things inside, at least Brightlight Pavilion was still glamorous on the surface.

The pavilions and towers were built according to the mountain’s terrain, and even the eaves were carved with exquisite patterns.

The Brightlight Tower, where the Pavilion Master resided, was naturally not bad.

Xu Chuo led the way in front and asked jokingly, “I wonder if our Pavilion Master is fortunate enough to have the venerable one take a look at him?”

Qingtong couldn’t discern her thoughts, so she simply replied with a straight face, “With all due respect, I’m afraid Brightlight Pavilion can’t afford my Little Senior Sister’s consultation fee.”

Ning Ruoque was not surprised by this attitude. Even the leader of the Immortal Alliance had to pay to see a medical cultivator.

She just suddenly thought of a question.

Was Xu Chuo’s move to send them away as soon as possible, or to test Yin Buran’s current strength?