Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 88

Chapter 88: The Path of the Dao is Nameless

“Are you scolding me?”

Ning Ruoque no longer explained, and Chu Xuan tactfully did not ask.

It was just that this person had found a corner to nestle in as soon as she got on the flying boat, her expression blank, and the air pressure around her was terrifyingly low, which made Chu Xuan frequently turn her head to look at her.

Chu Xuan was not a quiet person and preferred liveliness.

She held it in all the way, and after finally enduring it until they reached the camp of the Cloud Sword Pavilion, she rushed down before the flying boat had even landed.

The air was filled with a pungent, fishy smell, and the originally bustling camp was now basically empty.

The surroundings were dim, and only a few wisps of black clouds remained in the sky.

And on the arena closest to the light screen, a device for purifying the poisonous mist was slowly operating.

The largest tent had people coming in and out from time to in time. Chu Xuan and Ning Ruoque walked in one after the other.

It was a dense crowd inside, with three circles of people, all pale, either sitting or standing.

And the white-haired medical cultivator was sitting primly in the middle. The paulownia wood zither “Bright Moon Body” was emitting a hazy glow, quietly floating beside her.

Yin Buran prepared the medicinal herbs and pushed them to the sword cultivator in front of her. “Yours is more serious. You can’t circulate your spiritual energy within three days.”

The sword cultivator quickly bowed and thanked her, “Thank you.”

Before she could even take a breath and drink some water, the next patient had arrived.

She asked timidly, “Divine… Divine Pivot Lord, I still feel very uncomfortable.”

Yin Buran patiently took her pulse, then lowered her eyes. “It’s nothing serious. It’s your illusion.”

Her voice was light, and it sounded as if she had little energy.

The sword cultivator still did not leave and lowered her head guiltily. “My chest is tight.”

Yin Buran frowned. “Drink more hot water.”

“Can you prescribe me another dose of medicine?”

After a brief moment of silence, Yin Buran’s face turned cold. “No. This is already the fourth time you’ve come to me. Don’t waste other people’s treatment time.”

“But—”

Before the sword cultivator could finish, a short sword that had not yet been unsheathed flew out of nowhere.

Its target was clear. With a “swish,” it hit the sword cultivator’s chest, and then it was about to hit her head.

The latter was startled and had no choice but to dodge out of the tent.

Only then was the short sword unsheathed, and its snow-white blade reflected Yin Buran’s sickly face. “Next.”

The originally chattering sword cultivators all quieted down, as obedient as a flock of quails.

The next sword cultivator who was helped up was in an extremely poor state and could barely sit still.

Yin Buran took a deep breath and frowned again. “Why didn’t you come earlier?”

The sword cultivator explained in a small voice, “I always felt that I could hold on a little longer…”

Yin Buran casually said while preparing the medicine, “What, you think this is a sword competition? The longer you hold on, the more powerful you are?”

“Very good. If you hold on a little longer, you won’t have to practice the sword anymore.”

She packed the medicine bag and the prescription. This time, she didn’t even want to talk and just used her eyes to signal the next one to come forward.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan and Ning Ruoque did not dare to go up and disturb her.

They looked around, but did not see where Si Mingyue was. Instead, they first waited for Jiang Ai.

Dressed in white, her steps were hurried, as if she had just returned from outside, and her sleeves were still stained with some sand and dust.

Jiang Ai nodded to them, looked at Ning Ruoque for a breath, and then walked straight to Yin Buran.

She said in a low voice, “To prevent accidents, I have already organized most of the people to retreat first.”

“The news from here has been sent to the various sentry posts, and Huiya Pass has also gathered the nearby medical cultivators and is ready to treat the patients.”

After she finished speaking, she personally poured a cup of hot tea, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. “Divine Pivot Lord, thank you for your hard work. Have some tea.”

Yin Buran did not take it, and did not even look at it, and just took her pulse. “I’ll drink it later.”

Estimating that she still had a while, Ning Ruoque and Chu Xuan left the tent and went to find Si Mingyue.

The light screen disappeared, and the poisonous mist had also dispersed a lot. The ruins after the great battle with the Demon God were now in full view.

A dark, deep pit was on the ground, like a wound that could not heal.

There was not a single blade of grass in it, and the mud had turned a crimson color, looking extremely ominous.

The two of them found Si Mingyue on a higher boulder.

A compass was placed in front of her, and she was muttering something. Miao Hongxiang, who was beside her, was sizing it up curiously.

Before long, Si Mingyue pouted. “No… I can’t deduce it at all.”

No matter what method she used, the road ahead was a blur, and she could not see clearly.

Chu Xuan squatted down. “Are you divining the future?”

Without waiting for Si Mingyue to answer, she continued on her own, “If you can’t divine it, then forget it. If you could divine everything, then what’s the point?”

Although she said so, Si Mingyue frowned, and a few strands of white hair were messed up by the wind.

She held down her hood and sighed softly. “I can’t just let it be—”

Her voice was interrupted by a short roar, and a cloud of dust was vaguely visible on the horizon.

Then a few three-headed leopards rushed out and approached the ruins after the great battle at an extremely fast speed.

However, they did not attack anyone, but patrolled back and forth at the ruins, letting out low roars from time to time.

The originally desolate and dilapidated scenery now looked even more terrifying.

Ning Ruoque wanted to reach for her sword, but she found nothing.

Only then did she remember that in order not to be affected, she had given the Dao is Hidden sword to Chu Xuan for safekeeping.

She clenched her fists at a loss. “The barrier is broken, and the demon race is starting to get restless. They are here to pay their respects, but the Demon God’s remains are not here.”

Chu Xuan also found it strange. “That’s right. Where’s the body?”

There wasn’t even a single broken bone. Logically speaking, with the Demon God’s realm, it would be very normal for its remains not to rot even after a hundred years.

Si Mingyue: “It wasn’t here when I came.”

Miao Hongxiang also shook her head. “I haven’t seen it.”

She had been here since the barrier had broken, and she had not seen any Demon God’s remains at all.

Ning Ruoque reached out and sensed for a moment. Apart from the soaring demonic aura, she did not find anything special.

“Could it be that its remains were also destroyed?”

Thinking was fruitless. Instead, a few more giant eagles flew over from the sky and also kept circling in the air.

As time went by, more and more monsters would come to pay their respects, and it was even very likely to trigger a beast tide.

Chu Xuan hugged her chest in frustration and couldn’t help but pace back and forth, muttering.

“We have to retreat into the ancient battlefield’s barrier. There’s still some time before that, just enough to check the entire grand formation.”

“And your sword. I have to go back to the Forging Fire Sect. Only the furnace there can reforge it.”

She squinted her eyes and counted on her fingers, planning. She tried to stuff every matter into the cracks of time, using one day as ten.

And Ning Ruoque stared at the ruins without blinking, and suddenly leaped down without any warning.

All of this happened too fast, and no one went up to stop her.

Si Mingyue’s cry of alarm was accompanied by the clang of a dagger being unsheathed, and it startled a three-headed leopard nearby.

Ning Ruoque swept over as lightly as a sparrow, and the moment the demonic beast counterattacked, she climbed onto its back.

She grabbed the beast’s ear and directly stabbed the dagger into the three-headed leopard’s neck.

Fresh blood gushed out, and the three-headed leopard struggled a few times, then fell silently.

And Ning Ruoque turned the bloody dagger in her hand and walked into the ruins as if she were taking a stroll.

She stepped on the disgusting and sticky mud, lowered her eyes to feel for a long while, and then slowly returned to the huge rock.

Ning Ruoque wiped the blood from her cheek without a care, put away the dagger, and added calmly, “I didn’t find the body.”

She had gone through all that just for this.

Her hem and sleeves were also stained with blood. It was a good thing that she was wearing black, so it was not very obvious.

It was just that when she stood there in a daze, her whole body seemed to be emitting a gloomy black aura.

This had scared the few of them quite a bit, and they almost thought that Ning Ruoque had been affected by the poisonous mist and had had a hallucination.

After careful consideration, Chu Xuan still suggested, “Why don’t you ask Yin Buran to take a look at you? She should have some pills that can calm the mind and focus the spirit.”

She suspected that finding the body was just an excuse for Ning Ruoque, and that killing a monster to vent her anger was her real purpose.

Ning Ruoque’s dark eyes seemed to light up, but she still shook her head. “Let her go to Huiya Pass to rest.”

Yin Buran was already very tired today. If she stayed here, the poisonous mist would also be harmful to her body.

Then she took the initiative to suggest, “I will stay here and guard.”

After all, she was partly responsible for the current situation.

Si Mingyue did not agree and shook her head like a rattle-drum. “If you don’t go, Ranran won’t go either.”

Chu Xuan also persuaded, “Since it has already happened, with both internal and external troubles, it’s useless for you to be anxious. You might as well wait for the right opportunity.”

Although Miao Hongxiang was completely confused before, she understood this part.

So she immediately patted her chest and promised, “Elder Jiang said that she will stay here to send back news in time. You can rest assured!”

Chu Xuan and Ning Ruoque looked at each other.

The sword had to be reforged, and the Taiyi Sect also had to be investigated. In a situation where they were unable to be in two places at once, this was the only way for now.

Time was tight and the task was heavy. Chu Xuan hurriedly pulled Si Mingyue, wishing she could set off to inspect the barrier right now.

The number of people coming in and out of the tent in the distance had clearly decreased a lot, and Yin Buran’s side should also be ending soon.

Before she left, Ning Ruoque suddenly asked as if by a whim, “Fellow Daoist Miao, what about you?”

Miao Hongxiang was stunned for a moment.

Then she raised a brilliant smile. “I will also stay here.”

She clenched her fists and began to speak without any regard for anything else, “If I stay here, I might be able to comprehend the will of the Sword Venerable! Learn the spirit of the Sword Venerable! Inherit the last wish of the Sword Venerable!”

That voice was rhythmic, and it made Ning Ruoque’s back tingle. She had an urge to run away, and she regretted asking that question.

She hurriedly turned and was about to leave, but she brushed past a soft white.

At some point, Yin Buran had stood behind them, tilting her head and listening quietly.

Miao Hongxiang laughed and admitted generously, “I really like the Sword Venerable. I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you seniors.”

Since everyone was here, Chu Xuan nodded, pulled Si Mingyue, and was about to leave.

But Si Mingyue kept patting her shoulder and said in a low voice, “Wait, wait, I want to watch this!”

“Huh?”

Chu Xuan followed her and turned her head, and saw Ning Ruoque politely bidding farewell to Miao Hongxiang, and then quickly followed.

She said to Yin Buran, “Let’s go and inspect the barrier with Chu Xuan first. You can go to the room and rest.”

Yin Buran trailed behind her, and the biting wind blew through her robes, fluttering like a white butterfly.

She said out of the blue, “Do you like to hear others praise you?”

Ning Ruoque urged stiffly, “Hurry up and rest.”

Perhaps because her attitude was a little too firm, her tone also sounded cold and fierce.

If the former Ning Ruoque was like a sheathed sword, now she was showing her sharp edge, the cold light dazzling.

Yin Buran refused to go and frowned. “Are you scolding me?”

That surprised and wronged look was like a startled cat.

Ning Ruoque: “…”

The stalemate did not last for a breath. The latter turned around and cautiously took Yin Buran’s hand.

Her tone was also trying its best to be soft, and she coaxed drily, “No, I’m sorry.”