Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 90

Chapter 90: A Past Dream in the Mortal World

Yin Buran is so good to her!

Just as the two of them were about to fall off the cliff, Ning Ruoque quickly stepped on an old tree on the cliff and used the force to adjust her posture.

Then Ning Ruoque drew her Dao is Hidden sword, and with a fierce stab, she plunged it into the mountain wall, finally stopping their downward momentum.

Ning Ruoque held Yin Buran with one hand and the Dao is Hidden sword with the other. Seeing a solid boulder nearby, she carefully moved over.

Only after her feet were firmly planted again did she let out a sigh of relief.

Ning Ruoque quickly went to check on Yin Buran’s condition, her tone full of guilt. “Sorry, were you scared?”

Her own breathing was still a little messy, and it was clear that she had also been startled.

But Yin Buran shook her head and said cheerfully, “I don’t think you would let me get hurt.”

She was really not afraid at all. Her face was rosy, and her expression was calm. There was even a comforting smile in her warm eyes.

Only her tied-up hair was a little messy. Yin Buran casually broke off a plum blossom from the cliff and put it in her hair.

The morning light was faint, and a beauty was wearing a flower in her hair. Ning Ruoque couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

Then she hurriedly averted her gaze and continued to climb up with Yin Buran on her back.

This time, she walked even more carefully, not saying a word the whole time, afraid that she would be distracted again.

By the time the two of them arrived, a line of rosy clouds was slowly spreading across the horizon.

The mountaintop was desolate, without even a stone chair. Only an old plum tree with sparse blossoms was coiled by the cliff, half-dead.

Remembering that Yin Buran loved cleanliness, Ning Ruoque simply took off her outer robe, laid it on a place with a wide view, and then invited Yin Buran to sit down.

Yin Buran sat down properly and smiled at Ning Ruoque. “Why did you suddenly think of coming to watch the sunrise with me? Was it because you were drunk and on a whim?”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

It was her drunk brain that only cared about doing things and not the consequences. In that case, it was fine to say that it was a whim.

She was just a little worried. Yin Buran wouldn’t think that she was deliberately messing with her, right?

Ning Ruoque chose her words carefully and then answered in a small voice, “Because I like it very much, so I also wanted you to see it.”

If Yin Buran showed any disgust, she would not do this again next time.

The misty clouds spread for thousands of miles, and the sun slowly climbed up the sea of clouds. It was an extremely bright orange-red, like a high-quality salted duck egg yolk.

Ning Ruoque secretly observed Yin Buran’s expression, watching as her eyes were dyed by the rosy clouds, and then became as gentle as the sea of clouds.

A person was as small as a speck of dust in the sea of clouds on the mountaintop, but the wider the world, the clearer the presence of the person beside her.

When the morning sun burst out, Yin Buran looked at the sunrise and suddenly grabbed Ning Ruoque’s sleeve.

“Ning Ruoque, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Ning Ruoque reacted for a moment and said with uncertainty, “Are you talking about cultivating the ruthless dao?”

She shook her head gently. “I don’t want to cultivate it, and I probably can’t.”

Ning Ruoque did not think of herself as a saint and could not devote herself completely without any selfish motives.

If she really became a part of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, she would respond to Yin Buran’s wishes at the first opportunity, secretly send Chu Xuan some ores, and make Si Mingyue’s luck even better.

Finally, she would try her best to make up for her master’s regrets and persuade her not to be a drunkard anymore.

She had many, many selfish motives and was destined to be unable to cultivate the ruthless dao.

She was not interested in becoming a god either. To be able to fight alongside her friends and admire the sunrise with Yin Buran was already very satisfying.

The sun gradually rose, and the last trace of the night quietly ended without anyone noticing.

A wind rose in the mountains, bringing with it the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms.

Yin Buran smoothed the stray hair by her temples, turned her head, and asked again, “Then… have you ever thought of finding a Dao companion?”

The person before her frowned in confusion. “Hmm?”

So Yin Buran lowered her eyes, and the hand hidden under her sleeve quietly clenched.

She explained patiently, “It’s… finding a Dao companion you like, who can accompany you on the path of the Dao.”

This time, Ning Ruoque understood, and she denied it without any hesitation. “Me? I’ve never thought about it.”

Not to mention a Dao companion, she didn’t even have many friends.

But as soon as her voice fell, Yin Buran suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with an emotion she could not read.

“Then what if someone likes you?”

Ning Ruoque was speechless for a moment and really couldn’t answer.

She had originally wanted to change the subject, but Yin Buran was holding her sleeve and staring at her without blinking.

As if if she couldn’t give a reason, she would lower her head in disappointment and sadness.

She had no choice but to knit her brows and think hard, facing the vast sea of clouds.

After a long while, Ning Ruoque said slowly, “I’m actually not very good at taking care of people, and I have many bad habits. It’s not good to delay others.”

“Besides, no one would choose me.”

She had known since she was a child that people would often be forced to make many choices. From small things like their future and friends, to big things like power and morality.

Ning Ruoque could completely understand their decisions.

It was just that, coincidentally, she was always the one who would not be chosen.

The sky was already bright.

Yin Buran still had not let go. She even clenched her fist a little tighter and said decisively, “Like is like. It’s liking all of you.”

A sentence without a beginning or an end, but Ning Ruoque’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she was instantly flustered.

She quickly turned her head, not daring to look at Yin Buran again.

A faint sweet fragrance lingered around her. She quickly held her breath and focused, as if she were afraid that Yin Buran would discover something.

Then she faked a cough, covered half of her face, and asked in a muffled voice, “Are we… are we going down the mountain? I’ll see you off.”

Yin Buran smiled, and the plum blossom in her hair was as brilliant as a flower, attracting attention. “Mm, thank you for bringing me here.”

Having gotten her word, Ning Ruoque quickly held her and went down the Dao Seeking Peak as if she were running away.

This chaotic night had finally ended. Before Ning Ruoque could breathe a sigh of relief, Yin Buran suddenly came up and gave her a quick hug.

The sweet fragrance of plum blossoms filled Ning Ruoque’s arms, and a certain sword cultivator was instantly as stiff as a rock, not even knowing where to put her hands.

The “culprit,” on the other hand, was calm and composed, and even smiled and greeted Ning Ruoque before she left. “Next time, I’ll bring tea and sweet pastries.”

Ning Ruoque was dumbfounded.

Only when that familiar fragrance drifted away with Yin Buran did her ears turn red, and she always felt that her head was steaming.

She was at a loss, but she couldn’t suppress her pounding heart.

How… how can there be a next time…

*

Ning Ruoque practiced her sword for two consecutive days.

In the afternoon of the next day, she received a package from Azurefall Creek.

It was an extra-large food box, with a full layer of white, soft “steamed buns” on top, and a palm-sized soup tureen at the bottom.

The wind swayed the green bamboo, and the view was full of green.

Ning Ruoque held the food box and, without any ceremony, sat on the stone steps, picking up one and gnawing on it slowly.

The appearance of this thing was already very close to a steamed bun, but it tasted like a wax block or a tasteless mud. One bite and you would know it was Yin Buran’s handiwork.

Ning Ruoque took a bite and silently recited a cultivation mantra. Just like that, she had gnawed through half a box.

A crisp bird’s cry came from the bamboo forest, and the mottled bamboo shadows swayed, but the wind around them suddenly stopped—

Ning Ruoque reacted extremely quickly and picked up the lid, wanting to hide the food box.

However, a certain person’s movements were faster than hers. She could not stop her and could only watch as the woman in black appeared.

The other picked up a “steamed bun” and swallowed it in one gulp.

Then her face became abnormally distorted. “Pfft—”

The woman covered her mouth, and she almost didn’t spit it out.

She took a moment to recover, and then sat down beside Ning Ruoque with an indescribable expression, asking in a carefree manner, “Where did you pick up this trash to eat again?”

She had already been robbed of her food, and Ning Ruoque was so annoyed that she wished she could immediately draw her sword and have a fight with the woman.

She held the food box tightly in her arms and warned with an unfriendly look, “It’s not trash. These are the steamed buns that Yin Buran made for me.”

The woman raised an eyebrow and asked in return, “Can this be eaten?”

“It’s not poisoned. Why can’t it be eaten?”

After speaking, Ning Ruoque ate the rest in her hand in front of the woman.

It was a little unpalatable, but how could Yin Buran harm her!

The woman clicked her tongue a few times, took out a wine gourd from her bosom, and asked Ning Ruoque casually, “Do you want to try some? High-quality grape wine.”

She had just been tricked by wine not long ago. Ning Ruoque suspected that her master was trying to harm her again and was determined not to be fooled again, shaking her head like a rattle-drum.

“No!”

Seeing this, the woman did not persuade her further and took a large gulp from the wine gourd.

Finally, she curled up the corners of her mouth and sneered, “You’re really no fun.”

Ning Ruoque ignored her, took out the soup tureen from the bottom, and took a sip.

The moment the chicken soup entered her mouth, her eyes widened in an instant.

This is so delicious!

The soup was fresh, fragrant, and rich, refreshing but not greasy.

The bitterness of the medicinal herbs and the freshness of the mushrooms were perfectly blended. It was unknown how Yin Buran had prepared it, but each side was honestly playing its own role and would not steal the show at all.

Yin Buran is so good to her!

Ning Ruoque held the soup tureen, and she was even a little reluctant to drink it, wanting to hide it and savor it slowly.

The woman propped up her head and looked at Ning Ruoque with a faint smile.

She watched as her gloomy and depressed aura was swept away, and her two eyes sparkled as she drank the soup, her “tail” almost wagging to the sky.

Then she said leisurely, “That girl Yin Buran, at a glance, she’s a young lady who doesn’t touch the spring water with her ten fingers. She personally kneads the dough for you. What do you think she’s after?”

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment and blinked in a daze. “That’s right… next time I’ll tell her not to do these things for me.”

What if Yin Buran accidentally hurts her hand?

The woman smiled and nodded, and suddenly, without any warning, she flicked Ning Ruoque’s forehead with her finger.

Then, without waiting for Ning Ruoque to react, she covered her forehead and sighed in frustration, “Eat, eat, eat. How come all you know is eating and practicing the sword?”

“Your master, I, was at least the number one romantic figure in the world back then. How come you haven’t learned a single bit?!”

Ning Ruoque frowned, moved a little to the side, and her disgust was overflowing.

She didn’t think there was anything to learn from her master. She drank and practiced her sword all day, no different from herself. How could anyone like her?

The woman was so angry that she pinched Ning Ruoque’s face. “What’s with that expression? You don’t believe it, right?”

She took a gulp of wine and began to talk about her glorious past.

Things like burning the Sword Pavilion, fighting the Kui beast three times, traveling the Nine Provinces, and being an enemy of the world. She had forcefully made herself into a god of war.

In the end, she was so drunk that her face was red and her whole body smelled of wine. She didn’t forget to pat Ning Ruoque’s shoulder and said drunkenly.

“Hic, in the future, if you see a goddess’s temple, remember to go in and call her ‘master’s wife’…”

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, with a thud, she fell backwards on the stone steps, completely unconscious.

Ning Ruoque slapped the woman’s hand away with a blank expression, took out an outer robe and covered her face, and then left in a hurry.

She had to prepare a return gift and pick a beautiful bouquet of flowers for Yin Buran.