Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 77

Chapter 77: The Path of the Dao is Nameless

“I like you, so I want to possess you…”

Behind her, it was completely quiet, not a single sound.

Ning Ruoque was a little puzzled. She wanted to see what was going on, but she didn’t dare to turn her head. “Yin Buran?”

Could it be that she was so inept at this and that, that Yin Buran had come to dislike her?

Ning Ruoque quickly apologized in a muffled voice, “Sorry, if you’re not willing, I’ll just go and read the book myself.”

Just as Yin Buran had said, dual cultivation was just a type of cultivation and should be viewed rationally.

She felt that she could no longer find all sorts of reasons to escape and make Yin Buran sad.

After a few breaths, Yin Buran finally spoke slowly, “Teach? Of course I can teach. As long as you want to learn, I’ll teach you.”

She said it so nonchalantly, as if she were just talking about the weather today.

However, just as Ning Ruoque was about to turn her head to look at her, she was stopped again, “Turn around!”

The end of her voice was low, not like she was angry, but more like she was acting cute.

Ning Ruoque’s thoughts couldn’t help but start to wander. Yin Buran, could she be shy too?

The moment this thought popped up, she couldn’t help but want to steal a glance and prick up her ears to listen to the movements behind her.

But she still stood there obediently and continued, “I won’t look. I still need to prepare for the dual cultivation.”

“I…”

Ning Ruoque was hesitant. She was unsure in every sense of the word, and she was still a little embarrassed.

While she was frowning and thinking, a cry of alarm suddenly came from a distance.

A sharp sword qi wrapped in a cold wind rushed in all directions without discrimination, and one of them went straight for the small tea stall.

The barrier shattered with a sound, and Yin Buran didn’t even blink.

In a flash, the short sword at her waist was unsheathed on its own. With a “bang,” it blocked all of that sword qi.

Just then, Qin Jiangli made a move to restrain the sword cultivator on the martial arts stage, and Ning Ruoque also blocked in front of Yin Buran.

Several cries of pain came from the surroundings, and it was clear that someone had been injured because of this.

And although the sword cultivator who had caused the trouble was bound by Qin Jiangli, her sword had slipped from her hand for no reason.

The long sword turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the tea stall again.

To be precise, it was stabbing at the delicate short sword beside Yin Buran.

The sword cultivator shouted anxiously, “Changyuan, come back!”

Ning Ruoque reacted extremely quickly. The edge of the Sudden Rain sword was as light as a dragonfly touching the water, but the force it delivered was as heavy as a thousand jun.

The Changyuan sword was blocked for a moment and let out a hum with great spirituality, as if it were dizzy with anger.

It changed its target and began to attack Ning Ruoque without any regard, as if it were being controlled by an invisible person.

All good artifacts had their own temper, and treasured swords were even more so.

A good sword would even choose its own master. A person who was not recognized by the sword would find it difficult to control it at best, and at worst, they would suffer a backlash from it.

It was clear that this sword belonged to the former.

It exuded a thick killing aura, and its moves were ruthless, as if it wished it could kill Ning Ruoque on the spot.

However, Ning Ruoque seemed to be even more ruthless than it, not to mention that there was no need to be concerned when fighting a dead thing.

The Sudden Rain sword swung in her hand, creating afterimages. Every move could knock the Changyuan sword down a little.

The sword qi it brought with it even swept across the square, and the crowd of onlookers couldn’t help but put up a barrier.

Qin Jiangli did not rush to make a move, but just flew gracefully to the side of the tea stall and casually pulled Yin Buran, who wanted to help, behind her.

“Changyuan!” The white-clothed sword cultivator squeezed through the crowd and ran over, stumbling.

Ning Ruoque’s figure was as flexible as bamboo. After lightly dodging the blade, she cut off the tassel of the Changyuan sword with one strike.

Her side face was cut open, but she was completely unaware. She directly reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and fiercely plunged it into the ground.

With a push, the body of the sword pierced through the stone bricks and was almost completely buried in the ground, unable to move.

The white-clothed sword cultivator was suddenly anxious and wanted to forcefully shake off Ning Ruoque with her own cultivation.

A red shadow flashed out of nowhere, slapped away the former’s hand with its scabbard, and at the same time, interrupted her technique.

The woman in red smiled. “Fellow Daoist, since you can’t control your own sword, you shouldn’t stop others from teaching it a lesson for you, right?”

The white-clothed sword cultivator’s face instantly turned red.

While the two of them were talking, Ning Ruoque had already pulled out the Changyuan sword.

The sword, which had been going crazy just now, was now as docile as a quail in Ning Ruoque’s hand. It even trembled slightly, as if it were trying to please her.

The short sword had been quietly hovering by Yin Buran’s side. Seeing this, it also swayed.

Then it suddenly rushed up and fiercely knocked on the body of the Changyuan sword, and even knocked it three times in a row.

The Changyuan sword was so angry that it let out a sharp hum, and only then did it slowly return to Yin Buran’s hand.

Everyone actually saw a clear case of bullying a “sword,” showing off, and cold sarcasm from a short sword.

Qingtong was originally wondering which sword cultivator’s sword this was. It looked good, but its temper was not small.

In the end, when she saw it enter her own Little Senior Sister’s hand, she suddenly felt that it was reasonable.

Of course, Little Senior Sister’s artifact follows Little Senior Sister. It should be like this!

The storm subsided, and the crowd became lively again, chattering about the battle just now.

The white-clothed sword cultivator hurriedly ran over and apologized to Ning Ruoque, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I—”

“This sword does not belong to you,” Ning Ruoque interrupted directly.

In the sword cultivator’s dazed expression, she handed over the Changyuan sword. “You should change to a more suitable sword.”

She didn’t like to be watched, so she wanted to end this matter quickly and then continue to chat with Yin Buran in the small tea stall.

But the woman in red suddenly chased after her and greeted her enthusiastically, “My name is Miao Hongxiang, from the Cloud Sword Pavilion. Fellow Daoist, which sect’s sword cultivator are you?”

She was the sword cultivator who couldn’t afford a transmission talisman, the leader of the seven sons of the Sword Pavilion.

Ning Ruoque wiped the blood from her face with a blank expression and said softly, “I have no sect.”

After speaking, she was about to leave.

Miao Hongxiang was relentless. “Then where did you learn from? Can you have a match with me? I’ll suppress my cultivation to be the same as yours. I guarantee I won’t take any advantage.”

Ning Ruoque frowned. “…No.”

How could Miao Hongxiang let her leave? She directly blocked in front of her and said pitifully, “Let’s have a match, just one match! Please, please!”

The surrounding people also began to jeer, “Have a match! What are you afraid of!”

Ning Ruoque was indeed a little tempted.

But she did not pay any attention, bypassed Miao Hongxiang, and walked towards Yin Buran without looking sideways.

But she suddenly saw Yin Buran’s thin lips part slightly, and she moved them a few times without a sound.

Ning Ruoque understood.

Yin Buran said, “I want to see.”

So her heart beat a few beats faster, and the blood in her whole body also seemed to boil. It rolled through her limbs, and she was so excited that her fingertips trembled slightly.

Ning Ruoque stopped in her tracks.

She put her hand on the scabbard of her sword, turned around, and still spoke calmly, “Fellow Daoist, you only need to suppress your cultivation to be one rank higher than me.”

If their cultivation were the same, then she would be taking advantage.

Miao Hongxiang did not understand why Ning Ruoque had suddenly changed her mind and was too lazy to think.

She also patted her own sword and said with a brilliant smile, “So arrogant? I like it!”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

Normally, she would not take this to heart, but now…

She frowned again and subconsciously looked at Yin Buran.

The latter was leaning against a chair, her eyelids lowered, casually playing with a short sword, as if she hadn’t heard this sentence at all.

The crowd consciously made a clearing. Only after Miao Hongxiang called Ning Ruoque over did she come back to her senses.

The bell rang, and the two of them drew their swords at the same time.

Miao Hongxiang’s moves were wide and sweeping, and she attacked with a destructive force.

And Ning Ruoque held her sword horizontally to defend, as gentle as a fine rain, and she was able to take them all.

Miao Hongxiang was a little surprised. “Eh? Looking at your move just now, it’s not this style!”

She unexpectedly swept towards Ning Ruoque’s lower body.

Ning Ruoque leaped lightly, and like a swallow skimming the water, she tapped Miao Hongxiang’s sword tip and leaped to the back.

Miao Hongxiang praised from the bottom of her heart, “Good move! I like it!”

Another clash, and Ning Ruoque still did not counterattack.

As if to force her to make a move, countless illusory sword shadows appeared behind Miao Hongxiang.

As she swung her sword, countless sword lights poured down, drowning Ning Ruoque in them.

While Yin Buran was watching intently, her shoulder was suddenly patted.

She was so scared that she trembled and turned her head in a panic, seeing the smiling Qin Jiangli.

“Worried about her?”

Yin Buran looked back at Ning Ruoque’s side and said nonchalantly, “Not worried. She’s very strong.”

Qin Jiangli: “Then why are you holding your sword so tightly? Do you also want to go up and fight?”

The originally cool hilt of the sword was almost warmed by her.

Yin Buran pouted and pushed her forcefully. “Senior Sister, do you have nothing to do? Go and watch over Qingtong.”

But Qin Jiangli said with a straight face, “No. It’s more interesting to tease you.”

She just liked to see her junior sister bristle.

Yin Buran: “…”

The two junior sisters were bickering here, and where the sword light had passed, the place where Ning Ruoque had been standing was already empty.

Miao Hongxiang turned around and, as expected, saw the black-clad Ning Ruoque, who was not disheveled in the slightest. She was sweating a little, but the hand holding the sword was still very steady.

She couldn’t help but shout, “What a fast reaction! I like this too!”

So Yin Buran in the distance squinted her eyes and sat up straight.

The blades of the swords collided, making a clear and crisp sound. Two figures, one black and one red, intertwined, and they actually looked quite compatible.

Miao Hongxiang slammed her sword at Ning Ruoque. The stone bricks cracked, and the dust didn’t even touch the corner of the latter’s clothes.

She shouted, “You’re really good. Do you want to join the Sword Pavilion and be my junior sister?”

The only response she got was two short and cold words.

“No.”

As soon as her voice fell, Miao Hongxiang’s whole body froze on the spot.

A green edge rested on her neck, bringing a wave of coldness.

What made Miao Hongxiang’s hair stand on end even more was that she had no idea where her flaw was, and how Ning Ruoque had discovered it.

Ning Ruoque had only attacked once.

A fatal blow.

The body of the sword reflected her pretty face and her pair of eyes, which were as cold as frost and snow.

In that instant, Miao Hongxiang felt that the one she was fighting was not some young sword cultivator with high talent, but some senior who had been through hundreds of battles.

She was stunned and couldn’t speak.

After a brief silence, several cheers came from the crowd, and the cheers rose and fell.

Ning Ruoque did not pay any attention. Her gaze swept past countless people and saw Yin Buran at a glance.

Her expression was indifferent, but her eyes were full of her own.

She seemed to have really been seriously watching her match, not as lazy as usual, and she was sitting up so straight.

Ning Ruoque suddenly wanted to walk over and stroke her head.

Soon, Miao Hongxiang calmed her breathing and instead became even more excited. “Let’s have another match! I’m not done yet!”

Ning Ruoque directly refused, “Let’s call it a day. I’ll take my leave first.”

Finally, she left a sentence, “By the way, your temperament is a little anxious. Sometimes, pursuing a quick victory is not a good thing. And—”

“Don’t talk so much when you’re fighting.”

Why are the juniors these days so direct? They say they like someone at the drop of a hat. She can’t accept it.

Ning Ruoque walked out of the bustling crowd, came to Yin Buran, and nodded to Qin Jiangli.

The latter also nodded politely. “If you had talked to that Miao Hongxiang a little longer, Ranran would have scratched you.”

Yin Buran scolded in a low voice, “Senior Sister!”

Qin Jiangli smiled and left before Yin Buran could punch her.

A barrier was set up, isolating the gazes and voices of the crowd.

She half-knelt down and asked cautiously, “Are you… unhappy?”

“How could I be unhappy?” Yin Buran propped up her head, her expression as usual.

Ning Ruoque frowned, always feeling that she was saying the opposite.

Yin Buran patted her shoulder and gave an order with perfect justification. “Carry me back.”

So Ning Ruoque obediently turned around and carried Yin Buran on her back.

It was actually not far from Suwen Peak, and the scenery of Azurefall Creek was also very beautiful. While many people were gathered in the square, the two of them could walk back slowly.

As dusk approached, a white crane flew past the reeds, and the setting sun and the water merged into one, equally gentle.

Ning Ruoque did not feel that Yin Buran was heavy, but the warm breath on her ear was very itchy.

She unconsciously turned her head, and then was turned back by Yin Buran, and a cool hand was placed on the back of her neck for warmth.

Ning Ruoque thought for a moment and still asked, “Why are you unhappy? Is it because I accidentally scratched my face, or because you don’t want to see me fight?”

Yin Buran poked her face and snorted lightly.

Ning Ruoque waited for a long while, and only then did a cool voice sound by her ear. “You are mine, you know?”

Even though she knew that Miao Hongxiang didn’t mean that, Yin Buran still felt uncomfortable.

She was just that petty. The person she had lost and found, she wished she could be tied to her.

She was still going to throw a tantrum, so she bit Ning Ruoque’s earlobe.

Ning Ruoque let out a soft hiss and almost threw the person down.

Yin Buran explained with perfect justification, “Just like you protect your food. I like you, so I want to possess you. This is very normal.”

“You’re not allowed to think that I’m being unreasonable.”

Ning Ruoque paused for a moment, then continued to walk. “Mm, I won’t.”

She just felt that Yin Buran spoke so directly.

So cute!

She savored the taste, and it was as satisfying as eating a sweet steamed bun.

It was just that this satisfaction had not lasted for long when the transmission talisman in her storage bag suddenly lit up, and Chu Xuan’s voice startled the resting sparrows.

The other got straight to the point. “I’ve dismantled that bracelet and have some clues. See you at the Huiya Pass in five days!”