Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 33

Chapter 33: Short Are These Bitter Days

Ahhhhh, you stinking sword cultivator!

A sword cultivator with a sword is confident.

Ning Ruoque carried a person with one hand and held a sword with the other, nimbly moving around on the roof, dodging the attacks of the gelatinous substance that had condensed into thorns.

She stood high, able to clearly see the strange transformation of the entire Yunling Town.

Brown gelatinous bumps continuously appeared on the originally flat streets, and many writhing patterns suddenly appeared on the walls.

And these gelatinous substances were still spreading, eventually sticking together in patches, creating a surging mountain of flesh and countless waving flesh vines.

Qieyu pulled Qingtong and leaped out of the inn, the folding fan in her hand cutting open a flesh vine that was trying to attack them.

The originally brown flesh vine instantly turned black and withered, but it grew new branches at an extremely fast speed.

Fortunately, before it could make a move, it was forced back by Chu Xuan’s flames.

This was the Shirou.

If its demon core was not found, it was almost immortal.

The rolling spiritual fire turned into a roaring fire dragon, pushing back the mountain of flesh more than ten meters away with a destructive posture, but it did not damage the surrounding houses in the slightest.

The mountain of flesh hesitated, not daring to advance for the time being.

But Ning Ruoque and Chu Xuan’s expressions were still grave.

In the past, Ning Ruoque and Chu Xuan had killed one together. Chu Xuan’s spiritual fire had almost burned down an entire mountain before she could find a chance to pierce the Shirou’s demon core with her sword.

While the Shirou was held back by the flames, the five of them gathered one after another.

Chu Xuan was still carrying the old woman, while Qingtong held on to Qieyu’s arm, still shaken.

A cool voice sounded by Ning Ruoque’s ear, “Put me down.”

It was a statement without a trace of emotion, as if if she didn’t do as she was told, something terrible would happen.

Ning Ruoque’s whole body stiffened, and she quickly put the person down.

Yin Buran coughed a few times, then slowly and deliberately tidied her collar. Her white clothes fluttered in the wind, her figure as thin as a crumpled piece of paper.

It was clear that she was very uncomfortable. Ning Ruoque felt guilty and tightened her grip on her sword, whispering, “Sorry.”

A sword cultivator cannot lose her sword, but she also couldn’t leave Yin Buran behind.

Yin Buran looked up and happened to see a certain sword cultivator’s nervous appearance. Like a wolfhound that had made a mistake, she didn’t dare to extend her claws or say much.

Both pitiful and amusing.

Yin Buran’s anger had dissipated for the most part, but her tone was still cold. “Just hold my waist.”

Ning Ruoque hesitated. “But I’m afraid I’ll drop you.”

Fighting is so dangerous. What if she suddenly makes a sharp turn and her hand slips?

While the two of them were talking, the Shirou had already expanded to more than three times its size.

Its huge body wriggled, crushing countless houses.

It met Chu Xuan’s spiritual fire head-on, not retreating even when the front part was burned to a crisp. Another part quietly spread, trying to grow behind the group.

Just by looking at these, this Shirou was at least at the Spirit Refinement realm.

Chu Xuan clicked her tongue, stuffed the old woman to Qieyu, and then summoned her giant axe, which was half her height.

“It wants to outflank us. You guys retreat first. I’ll take care of it.”

Ning Ruoque didn’t stand on ceremony with her. She grabbed Yin Buran and rushed out of the town.

Wherever her sword pointed, the flesh vines were all broken, without any obstruction. Qieyu and Qingtong followed behind her.

A ball of spiritual fire burned around them, clearing a clean path.

Yin Buran frowned but did not make a sound.

Ning Ruoque’s hand was like an iron clamp, tightly holding her waist, as if afraid she would run away, not giving her any room to struggle.

She even suspected that even if she completely let go of her hand at this moment, Ning Ruoque could still run with her.

It didn’t feel much better than being carried.

Fortunately, this stretch of road was not long. Ning Ruoque retreated to a safe enough distance before she had time to turn her head and observe Yin Buran.

The latter’s expression was listless, her white hair had been ravaged by the wind, messy and without luster.

Seeing Qingtong catching up with difficulty, Ning Ruoque pushed Yin Buran over.

She only left one sentence, “Take good care of her.”

Then she turned and ran towards the Shirou, the edge of her sword reflecting the snow, converging into a line of incomparably sharp light.

Yin Buran did not blink, watching that dark shadow until it was no longer visible.

She sighed softly.

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Yunling Town was one-third destroyed by the crazed Shirou, with ruins everywhere.

Fortunately, Chu Xuan had wandered around the town for a long time earlier and confirmed that there were no other living people here.

Her spiritual fire wantonly devoured the Shirou’s body, but there was always a continuous supply of fresh gelatinous substance.

So troublesome.

Chu Xuan raised her hand and cut off a large pile of flesh vines, entertaining the thought of burning it to death with her spiritual fire.

A flesh vine quietly circled behind her. She heard an unusual sound of wind, but she did not dodge.

But in an instant, a point of sword light arrived first, and the flesh vine was cut into several pieces, turning into bloody water.

The sword cultivator stood with her sword, dressed in ordinary, low-key black clothes. Only a bright light in her eyes was scorching and pressing.

Chu Xuan frowned. “What are you doing back here?”

Ning Ruoque: “To help you.”

Chu Xuan wanted to scold her for being reckless. After all, her cultivation had not yet recovered. To face the Shirou like this was too bold.

But on second thought, this was Ning Ruoque, and it seemed reasonable. So when the words came to her lips, they became “don’t hold me back.”

She gave up the idea of burning the Shirou to death and instead shuttled back and forth on the mountain of flesh, looking for its demon core.

She swung the giant axe with great force, occasionally throwing out a few small things that would explode, chopping the flesh vines into pieces like cutting melons and vegetables.

Compared to Chu Xuan’s direct charge, Ning Ruoque’s figure was more agile.

She barely avoided the Shirou’s attacks, looking so small in contrast to the behemoth. But the sword qi she swung was unstoppable, able to reach the deepest part of the mountain of flesh.

Where Chu Xuan’s flames couldn’t reach, she would go to fill in. When Chu Xuan couldn’t free her hands to defend, she would go to block.

Ning Ruoque seemed to have completely forgotten who she was. Her mind was only filled with the Shirou’s demon core.

Due to the gap in their realms, it was inevitable that she would be stabbed or strangled by the flesh vines. As long as it didn’t affect her sword strikes, she couldn’t be bothered to defend.

“Bang!” The giant axe blocked a blow from a flesh vine for her, and the flames burned it to ashes.

Chu Xuan glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and shouted, “If you don’t change this bad habit, you’ll be scolded by Yin Buran when you get back!”

Ning Ruoque’s movements hesitated for a moment, then she wiped the blood from her face and nodded to show that she knew.

She only said a word of thanks and then threw herself back into the battle.

But her fighting style still hadn’t changed. Her sword moves were extremely tricky, specializing in stabbing the parts hidden behind the flesh vines.

After almost turning this mountain of flesh upside down, the two of them finally discovered something was wrong.

This Shirou didn’t seem to have a demon core, or rather, it had cunningly hidden its demon core elsewhere.

Ning Ruoque made a decisive decision. “It might be a clone. The demon core is not here. We have to retreat and not alert its main body!”

If this kind of demonic beast could not be killed in one blow, it would leave endless trouble.

Besides, it had hidden itself well before. Once the clone was destroyed and the main body sensed danger and fled, it would be troublesome to find it again!

What was even more unexpected was that as the fight dragged on, the color of the Shirou had changed from dark brown to a blood-like bright red.

A large bump even grew in the center, as if something was about to be born from there.

Ning Ruoque and Chu Xuan exchanged a look, both prepared to break out.

As if knowing that they were about to leave, the bump instantly burst open.

What flowed out was actually human flesh and blood!

Bloody internal organs, hands and feet of different sizes, and countless eyeballs.

The eyeballs rolled, firmly locking onto the two of them. The rolling flesh and blood surged towards them one after another, like a river filled with minced corpses.

Chu Xuan got goosebumps all over her body. “What the hell is this!”

This was simply a mental pollution. One more look and she would throw up.

Ning Ruoque’s brows furrowed deeply. She was the first to rush out several hundred meters, and Chu Xuan followed closely behind, cursing.

She was afraid that if she was slow, she would be forced to see that disgusting thing.

Leaving the Shirou behind, Ning Ruoque saw Yin Buran’s group from afar.

Yin Buran seemed to have just had a coughing fit, and Qingtong was patting her back, her movements meticulous and gentle.

Ning Ruoque swept over to Qingtong like a gust of wind.

Without a word, she directly pulled Yin Buran to her side. She lifted her up by the waist and carried her with one hand.

Yin Buran sat in her arms in a daze, only having time to wrap her arms around her shoulder.

Ning Ruoque snatched the person and ran, flying more than ten meters in an instant, without looking back.

Qingtong: ?

Ahhhhh, you stinking sword cultivator!

She was about to burst into a rage and curse, but Chu Xuan had caught up.

The curly-haired girl smiled brightly at her, revealing sharp canine teeth. “Miss Qingtong, look behind you!”

Qingtong was completely bewildered, but out of respect for the sect master, she still looked back.

“…”

In an instant, Qingtong’s small face turned even greener than her dress. Although Qieyu was a little better, she also turned her head away abruptly.

Chu Xuan was amused and laughed triumphantly, “Hahaha, why aren’t you running? I’ll cover the rear!”

As soon as her voice fell, Qingtong was grabbed by Qieyu and chased after Ning Ruoque.

She couldn’t help but curse the sect master wildly in her heart—

Ahhhhh, you stinking dog!