Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 92

Chapter 92: The Path of the Dao is Nameless

“You were intimate with me every night.”

With such a big commotion, Yin Buran was naturally woken up.

Ning Ruoque put on her outer robe with a look of suspicion and doubt. When she looked up, she saw Yin Buran leaning against a pillow, looking at her.

“What, did you have a nightmare?”

Ning Ruoque paused for a moment, and while rubbing the back of her head, she changed the subject. “Why did I fall asleep?”

She clearly remembered that she had been cultivating before. It was just a small distraction, but she had actually fallen asleep.

And she had slept very soundly, not even reacting when Yin Buran had taken off her clothes.

Yin Buran yawned and said lazily, “I checked. You’re just too tired. Perhaps it’s because you’ve consumed too much energy after getting back your life-bound sword.”

She had originally just wanted to take the quilt and nestle beside Ning Ruoque.

She didn’t expect that this person would fall into such a deep sleep after meditating for less than a quarter of an hour.

So Yin Buran simply wrapped Ning Ruoque in the quilt and slept peacefully while holding her.

Ning Ruoque slowly let out a breath.

She turned around and poured herself a cup of cold tea. After drinking it in two gulps, she had completely calmed down.

Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Yin Buran’s slightly pale lips. She lowered her eyes and also poured a cup of tea for Yin Buran.

She warmed it with her spiritual energy, and then handed it to Yin Buran with a blank expression.

However, Yin Buran only moved forward a little, clearly not intending to hold it and drink it herself.

Ning Ruoque’s brow furrowed slightly.

Perhaps because the “nightmare” scenes were still lingering in her mind, she always felt an inexplicable anger in her heart, and it would only get better if she stayed away from Yin Buran.

But emotions were emotions. A good sword cultivator should not be disturbed by emotions.

Ning Ruoque carefully fed Yin Buran water and asked nonchalantly, “When you were detoxifying the Sword Pavilion disciples before, were you alright?”

Yin Buran shook her head. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine after a little rest.”

Seeing this, Ning Ruoque pushed open the window again to look at the sky.

It was already night, and some beast roars could be vaguely heard in the distance.

The sky was starless and moonless, and only the faint light of the barrier could provide some illumination.

The flying boat was docked in mid-air, and Si Mingyue was sitting primly on the deck, looking up at who knows what.

When she heard the movement, she turned her head and smiled gently at Ning Ruoque.

“Have you rested well? When Chu Xuan comes back, we’ll go back to the Forging Fire Sect first.”

Ning Ruoque nodded. “Alright. Call me if you need anything.”

The cold wind was biting and drilled in through the cracks in the window.

Yin Buran coughed a few times, and Ning Ruoque immediately closed the window tightly and turned back to look at her.

The candlelight flickered, and Yin Buran was lying lazily on the chaise lounge. Apart from her silk-like white hair, she was still not much different from the person in Ning Ruoque’s memory.

Ning Ruoque sorted out her messy memories.

At that time, after she had impulsively confessed to Yin Buran, the two of them had gotten together as a matter of course.

Then, purely on instinct, she had given Yin Buran gifts, rare medicinal herbs, gems, and sweet pastries.

Occasionally, she would ask Yin Buran out to visit a temple fair, look at the flowers in spring, and admire the snow in winter.

But most of the time, Ning Ruoque would go to a very far place to hunt demons.

She had sent Yin Buran countless letters.

She was clumsy with her words, so she could only talk about the wind and snow of the north and the waves of Penglai in her letters. She would talk about the plump rabbits and the fresh and chewy roasted octopus.

If she were injured outside, she would simply treat it.

Then she would brush off the dust and cold from her body on the porch of Suwen Peak and then ask Yin Buran to take a look at her.

That was indeed one of the few days in Ning Ruoque’s life that was filled with satisfaction and joy.

Even when she was in a daze in the wasteland with her sword as a pillow, she would feel that being with Yin Buran was the most correct decision she had ever made.

Just like that, until the border was in a state of emergency, and the demon race had invaded the human world on a large scale.

Thinking of this, Ning Ruoque was in a daze, and that scene appeared in her mind again.

In the overwhelming blood-red, the dark-haired and white-robed Yin Buran held her hand and pleaded with her.

She said, “Ning Ruoque, can you go and stop the Demon God…”

As if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head, Ning Ruoque suddenly stiffened.

Then she found with suspicion and doubt that the scene she had originally thought was in a dream was now actually in her memory.

Because at that time, Azurefall Creek had indeed suffered a lot of casualties, and the Forging Fire Sect and Heavenly Eon Palace, where Chu Xuan and Si Mingyue were, had also suffered heavy losses.

Even though Ning Ruoque’s swordsmanship was unparalleled, it was difficult for her to resist the countless demon armies.

So this part of her memory was so seamless that it made Ning Ruoque suspicious.

A voice whispered in her ear—

Yin Buran is using you, deceiving you.

In all the years you were together, she never even said she liked you.

In her heart, Azurefall Creek is more important than you.

One sentence after another, like the deceptive lies of a ghost, wanted to pull her into a violent mood.

Ning Ruoque’s heart was beating extremely fast. She clenched her fists, until a crisp shout came from her ear, “Ning Ruoque.”

She suddenly came back to her senses, suppressed those messy thoughts, and subconsciously looked at Yin Buran.

The white-haired woman patted the spot beside her and gave an order with perfect justification, “What are you standing there for? Come up and warm the bed for me.”

Ning Ruoque pressed her lips together, and before she could answer, that voice spoke again—

You see, she’s still lying to you. You’re not that close at all.

The wind beat against the windowsill, like a rambling whisper.

So Ning Ruoque thought of the mud and blood that Yin Buran hated, and her picky food and clothing.

Does Yin Buran really like her?

But at that moment, she thought of the countless times the person before her had stumbled and chased after her.

Dark hair turned white, and the sorrow of separation was hard to bear.

Her whole person was pulled back and forth by two thoughts, and this feeling was not pleasant.

Ning Ruoque silently walked up to Yin Buran and asked in a muffled voice, “Did we get along like this before?”

“Yes,” Yin Buran raised her chin reservedly. “You were intimate with me every night.”

However, her hand reached up and, with a tug, she pulled off Ning Ruoque’s outer robe and grabbed a corner of her hem.

The outer robe fell to the ground, and Ning Ruoque’s small face instantly turned red.

Heaven and earth be her witness, the two of them had clearly only held hands before!

In the end, this person still had the nerve to say things like “we’ve done everything that should be done” and “intimate every night.”

So annoying!

Ning Ruoque lowered her head and took a large gulp of cold tea.

Being teased by Yin Buran like this, the previous struggle and dejection were swept away, and her mind was filled with the thought of getting an explanation from Yin Buran.

Yin Buran saw the sword cultivator’s ears turn bright red, and she was biting her lip as if her “innocence had been sullied,” which was both pitiful and amusing.

She couldn’t hold it in for a moment and even let out a soft laugh.

Ning Ruoque immediately squinted her eyes and asked through gritted teeth, “Yin Buran.”

“Did you ever say to me that I should go and stop the Demon God?”

She had perished with the Demon God out of her own free will, but if this was Yin Buran’s request…

She would still be sad.

It was suddenly extremely quiet all around. Ning Ruoque lowered her eyelids, waiting for an answer.

After a few breaths, Yin Buran’s smile disappeared, and she frowned. “No. I can make a heart demon oath.”

Her answer was without any hesitation, which finally let Ning Ruoque’s hanging heart relax a little, and she also let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the abnormality just now was all because her brain was broken, and it had nothing to do with Yin Buran.

She had just said, how could Yin Buran possibly harm her!

Seeing Ning Ruoque’s abnormal behavior, what else did Yin Buran not understand?

She spoke unhurriedly, “You’ve really remembered.”

Ning Ruoque answered obediently, “Mm, but there seems to be a problem.”

She sat on the edge of the couch. Although that irritable mood still existed, she could face Yin Buran calmly.

She might have been stuffed with some strange memories again and needed to check with Yin Buran.

Yin Buran tilted her head. “You’re not going to ask me why I lied to you?”

Ning Ruoque hesitated for a while and asked honestly, “Then why did you lie to me?”

When she had recovered her memory, she had indeed felt lost because of this.

Since she had this opportunity to talk it out with Yin Buran, she was naturally willing.

Yin Buran stared at Ning Ruoque for a long while without blinking.

Seeing that the other was getting more and more uncomfortable, she suddenly raised her hand and pinched Ning Ruoque’s face, rubbing it hard.

Ning Ruoque did not dare to resist and let her pinch and rub her. “Hmm?”

The next second, Yin Buran directly pressed down on her, and the latter was caught off guard and was pressed onto the narrow chaise lounge.

She barely managed to support herself with her elbows, so as not to lie down.

This posture was really terrible. She panickedly tried to push Yin Buran away.

But Yin Buran pressed on Ning Ruoque’s chest without a word, and she also sat on her waist, her eyes as dark as the night.

Ning Ruoque was so frightened that she shrank like a cooked shrimp and did not dare to move.

Yin Buran frowned and sighed softly. “In the end, things turned out that way, and you died alone…”

Her voice became lower. “Later, I thought about it carefully. I was also partly to blame.”

Her falling white hair brushed past Ning Ruoque’s collarbone, very itchy, but Ning Ruoque seemed not to feel it and just widened her eyes.

Then that wisp of white hair was tucked behind Yin Buran’s ear, revealing her equally faintly red ears.

She looked down at her lover. “I wasn’t active enough.”

Ning Ruoque’s mind was a blank, and she was in a daze, as if there was too much information to process, and she couldn’t.

Yin Buran didn’t care about that much. She only paused for a breath and then said in a hoarse voice, “You and I… were not intimate enough.”

“So this time, I must marry you and dual cultivate with you.”

Ning Ruoque was stunned as she listened.

The development of things had suddenly exceeded her expectations and had gone down an unimaginable path.

She was shocked. “Wait, how did you come to this conclusion?!”