Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 22p2

Chapter 22: A Sword’s Startling Appearance p2

Above Brightlight Tower was the center of the lightning tribulation.

The tribulation cloud was brewing to strike down the first heavenly thunder, and even the air was filled with a chilling aura.

It was best not to let others interfere with a cultivator’s lightning tribulation. One of the reasons was that it would indiscriminately attack all living beings within a certain range.

The Fei Zhi was not afraid of being struck to death by lightning, but it didn’t want to take a few lightning tribulations for nothing.

So when the tribulation cloud approached, it had planned to avoid it and go to enjoy its offerings.

But on the way, it ran into the “tribulation cloud.”

Blocking her was an ordinary sword cultivator, with not a single artifact on her, and even her sword was broken.

The Fei Zhi didn’t even put her in its eyes and swung its tail, wanting to send her flying.

But it didn’t expect this sword cultivator’s movement technique to be extremely agile. She stepped on the tip of its tail and slid all the way to its back. She even knew its weak point and stabbed fiercely at the base of its wings with her sword.

The Fei Zhi felt that it had been provoked and sent the person flying with a roar.

Ning Ruoque adjusted her posture in the air and landed steadily on a tree branch. Compared to the huge Fei Zhi, she was pitifully small.

She used the cover of the trees and terrain to dodge the Fei Zhi’s attacks several times.

Whenever the Fei Zhi didn’t want to get entangled with her, she would agilely follow and attack its weak points.

As Ning Ruoque had expected, the Fei Zhi had the intent to kill.

It completely ignored Xu Chuo’s summons and only wanted to swallow this ant.

The wind brought by its wings cut like a knife. Ning Ruoque couldn’t dodge in time, and her shoulder was cut open.

She looked up at the sky, and facing the increasingly fierce wind, she once again leaped onto the Fei Zhi’s back with her sword.

“Boom!”

The first swift tribulation thunder struck down. The Fei Zhi couldn’t dodge in time and was hit squarely.

But after all, it was only a lightning tribulation of the Spirit Induction realm, and it was the first one. The impact was minimal.

But it still turned over and shook Ning Ruoque off, the feathers on its two pairs of wings all standing on end.

Ning Ruoque curled her lips in disdain. “Injured, and your strength is only at the Form Transformation realm?”

She was covered in snow and mud, and even her face was mottled with bloodstains. Only her pair of eyes were extremely bright, as if reflecting the heavenly lightning.

The black-clad sword cultivator was visibly excited.

She could hear her own pounding heart and restless blood, as if she were not risking her life to kill a demonic beast of a higher realm than herself.

But rather, she was attending a long-awaited sword dao competition.

So much so that she ignored the tearing pain coming from her spiritual soul.

The Fei Zhi roared, angrily staring at this ignorant sword cultivator.

It got entangled with Ning Ruoque, not bothering to dodge the lightning tribulation.

Before long, a few charred marks appeared on the Fei Zhi’s originally smooth body.

The same lightning tribulation, but the sword cultivator was in a worse state.

She raised her hand, and blood dripped from Ning Ruoque’s sleeve. A huge penetrating wound was on her left shoulder, the flesh around the wound torn open, and the blood almost unstoppable.

Her face was pale, no different from a dead person, but she grinned and laughed softly.

A chill ran up the Fei Zhi’s back. It had a hint of regret.

So it was a madman who got more excited the more she fought!

The tribulation cloud was brewing frantically, making the entire sky like an inverted black sea, as if a behemoth was about to rush out from the center of the vortex.

The Fei Zhi already had the intention to retreat. If this tribulation thunder struck down, it was afraid that it would also be half-crippled.

It tried to flap its wings and fly away, but its wings were pierced by Ning Ruoque’s sword.

The Fei Zhi turned its head and stirred up a hurricane, sending the sword cultivator crashing against the cliff.

It was both shocked and angry, with a hint of an indescribable fear. “You dare to stop me with a broken sword? Ridiculous.”

Ning Ruoque stood up unsteadily and wiped the crimson blood from the corner of her lips. She held her sword, her posture straight, and performed a very beautiful sword flourish.

Yin Buran had said that when the Fei Zhi was on the verge of death, it would drain the cultivation of all its puppets, so she could only swing her sword once.

For this one sword strike, she had made as many preparations as possible.

With this realm-breaking lightning tribulation and the broken sword filled with resentment and unwillingness, she could increase her chances of winning by another ten percent.

She held a bitter pill in her mouth, and even her breath was bitter.

But in this bitterness, there was a wisp of a clear and sweet floral fragrance.

The tribulation cloud had condensed to its limit. A terrifying bolt of lightning poured down, as if something was about to break through the clouds.

This is it, the ninth lightning tribulation has arrived!

The black-clad sword cultivator raised her sword, her voice a little lower, and her tone became clearer. “So what if it’s a broken sword? These few inches of blade, I can add to it with lightning!”

In the Fei Zhi’s terrified eyes, she could no longer maintain her disguise and shed her pretty pretense.

It was a very aggressive face, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes.

When she was locked on by her gaze, it was like a prey being stared at by a fierce wolf, a chill running down her back.

She didn’t care about her battered body and said with a smile.

“Come, let me show you my sword intent.”

She raised her sword, and lightning gathered at its tip.

The Fei Zhi’s pupils shrank to a thin line. It couldn’t believe its own judgment. “You are, Ning—”

“You’re not dead!”

It suddenly turned and fled frantically, trying to bring this news out.

Ning Ruoque, Ning Ruoque!

Thousands of fellow demon clansmen had died because of her, and a demon god had fallen at her hands. The ancient battlefield, littered with corpses, still resounded with the clang of swords to this day.

From now on, all demons should remember her name!

She must be strangled in her weakness, otherwise, the consequences would be endless!

However, it was too late. Ning Ruoque had swung her sword.

With one sword strike, the frosty sky resounded!

Ten thousand feet of lightning struck down, weaving into a fine net.

Her blade never retreats, her sword intent should be like the scorching sun.

And she had entrusted her life to the blade. With no regrets, what did it matter if the blade broke!

The cold glint was but a speck, yet it was hotter than lightning and fire. The Fei Zhi’s huge body disintegrated in the lightning tribulation and sword light, revealing a bright red heart.

A bright light suddenly flashed in the heart, and the terror in the Fei Zhi’s eyes turned into pain.

However, soon, even this pain disappeared. The huge body collapsed with a roar, startling countless snowflakes.

Ning Ruoque’s eyes widened. She struggled to support her collapsing body and walked step by step to the corpse.

She could never be mistaken. That was the blade of her life-bound sword!

At this moment, the blade trembled slightly in resonance with her and soon broke free from the Fei Zhi’s heart, flying towards her.

A cold light flashed and entered her body, disappearing without a trace.

Ning Ruoque swayed and used the broken sword to support herself, barely managing not to kneel on the ground.

Her vision was a blurry black. She could only feel several powerful auras approaching.

And, a wisp of a clear and sweet floral fragrance that drifted over.

The exquisite lotus patterns on the dark clothes swayed in her vision. Ning Ruoque really couldn’t hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The flawless lotus was thus stained with a glaring red.

Ning Ruoque was supported by someone, but she still fell down limply.

“Yin Buran,” before she completely lost consciousness, she let out a whimper like a small animal.

“I’m sorry…” for getting your clothes dirty.

Yin Buran’s lips opened and closed, as if she were saying something.

But Ning Ruoque’s vision went black, and she knew nothing more.

*

The medical cultivators of Azurefall Creek were cleaning up the mess at an extremely fast speed.

They sent the injured people who had been parasitized by the Fei Zhi for treatment, collected the bones in Brightlight Tower, and recorded the cause and effect of this incident to report to the Immortal Alliance.

Of course, there were also a few extremely uncooperative patients, which made Qingtong so anxious that she complained everywhere.

She tugged on the sleeve of a woman in green. “Senior Sister, look at her!”

The person she was pointing at was the expressionless Yin Buran.

Yin Buran’s voice was slightly hoarse. “Why are you here?”

Qin Jiangli’s face was also expressionless, but her tone was gentle. “My master is very worried about you.”

“And you, how much longer can you hold on?”

Yin Buran did not answer and turned to walk into Azurefall Creek’s flying boat.

Qingtong behind her was both anxious and angry, but the door of the flying boat was tightly closed, and there was a long line of patients waiting for her to take care of.

There was no other way. This Senior Sister of Azurefall Creek who had come, the only one who could control Yin Buran, didn’t know a single bit of medical skills!

The room was filled with the scent of calming incense. Yin Buran pulled a chair and sat down by the window, quietly observing the unconscious person.

Her brows, her nose, and even the corners of her mouth were all familiar to her.

But not so familiar.

After all, this should be the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Ning Ruoque. One could still see a hint of youthfulness and immaturity in her cheeks.

Yin Buran closed her eyes, but the corners of her eyes still couldn’t help but turn red.

She turned her head away, afraid that if she looked for another second, she would shed tears.

“Why did you fight so hard?” A trembling sentence sounded in the room.

The person on the bed, as if in a dream, muttered, “My… sword…”

“…”

Only a few breaths had passed, and Yin Buran almost laughed out of anger.

She slammed her fist on Ning Ruoque’s chest. The latter frowned and coughed a few times, but was still deeply unconscious.

The medical cultivator shook her hand and walked out of the room without looking back.

After a long while, Ning Ruoque’s murmur sounded again in the empty room.

“Protect… you…”

A small sparrow landed on the windowsill, so frightened that it flapped its wings and flew away.

*

Ning Ruoque’s sleep was not peaceful. There was always a rustling sound in her ears.

At first, she tried hard to listen, but it was still very messy. But as her injuries recovered, she could gradually hear clearly.

“…Where’s Lingge?” This was Qingtong’s voice.

“She said she’s staying at Brightlight Pavilion to become Elder Yan’s disciple.” This was the voice of another strange woman.

Qingtong said again, “Now that Brightlight Pavilion is under Elder Yan’s management, that’s fine too.”

“Brightlight Pavilion owes us a large sum of medical fees.”

“What’s Brightlight Pavilion’s debt? That one, she’s the one who owes the most!!”

Ning Ruoque only knew that they were talking about medical fees and didn’t know who “that one” was.

Qingtong slammed the table. “The consultation fee plus the medicine fee totals one million high-grade spirit stones. How does she plan to pay?”

“That’s not right. Didn’t Little Senior Sister say that she’s the Sword Venerable?”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

As if with a crash, countless spirit stones smashed on Ning Ruoque’s head.

She felt as if the sky had collapsed, her head heavy and her feet light, her breathing unstable.

How much?

One million high-grade spirit stones?! She would have to sell herself to pay it back!

Qingtong snorted coldly, “What’s so great about being the Sword Venerable? If she can’t pay the medical fees, she’ll still have to marry Little Senior Sister to pay off the debt!”

Wait! What on earth happened?!

How did she end up having to marry Yin Buran?

An extremely strong desire to survive forced her to struggle awake from the chaos.

Ning Ruoque sat up abruptly and turned her head to face Qingtong’s small, disgusted face and the cold smile on her lips.

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re awake?”

“One million high-grade spirit stones. No collateral accepted, and no substitution with other things.”

“So, are you paying now or selling your body?”