Any method will do! I'll do anything you ask!

After arriving at the Medical Hall, Jiang Qingyi found the female steward there named "Chen Yun."

Jiang Qingyi actually didn't like Chen Yun.

During an outing mission, her master had saved Chen Yun.

After that, Chen Yun would come to Linggan Peak from time to time.

Even a blind person could see that Chen Yun liked her master!

What made Jiang Qingyi both angry and helpless was that.

Her master was a good-natured person, gentle with everyone.

And every time her master felt unwell and went to the Medical Hall for treatment, he would also seek out Chen Yun.

Although Chen Yun was a decent person, Jiang Qingyi just didn't like her.

Especially the closer she got to her master, the more Jiang Qingyi disliked her!

If it weren't to resolve the doubts in her heart, Jiang Qingyi would never have come here.

"Huff"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyi stepped into the room of the Medical Hall where Chen Yun was.

Opening the door, Chen Yun was taking a cultivator's pulse.

Chen Yun looked up, and when she saw Jiang Qingyi, she was also startled for a moment.

As a woman, how could Chen Yun not feel Qingyi's hostility toward her?

Chen Yun even knew very well what Qingyi's hostility toward her was about.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been struck by the Xuanming Palm. Although the cold energy was expelled in time, the Tianxue Meridian and Xinshan Meridian are still somewhat damaged. Fortunately, it's nothing serious.

I've prescribed a few formulas for you, Fellow Daoist. Just go to the main hall to get the medicine.

During this time, don't take on any missions; you must rest quietly."

"Alright, thank you, Doctor Chen." The man stood up, bowed to her, took the prescription, and walked out.

Jiang Qingyi closed the door, furrowed her brows, and walked over with an unfriendly expression, sitting down in front of Chen Yun.

"What's wrong, Sister Jiang? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Chen Yun asked with a smile.

"My body is fine." Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "I came here to ask you about my master's condition!"

Chen Yun frowned. "Has Xiao Mo's injury worsened again?"

"Yes." Jiang Qingyi nodded. "Master's body is getting worse and worse. His face is as pale as paper, and I can even feel his Life Fire growing weaker and weaker."

"Wait a moment."

Chen Yun quickly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a medicine bottle, and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi took the bottle and asked.

"This bottle of pills is called the Heavenly Spirit Pill. I refined it myself. It might be able to alleviate some of your master's injuries." A trace of desolation flickered in Chen Yun's eyes. "Tomorrow morning, I'll go to Linggan Peak to examine your master again."

"What exactly is wrong with my master's body? Is it really just because he was injured by someone else, damaging his Root Bone, that he's ended up like this?

But your medical skills clearly aren't the best. If it were really a Root Bone injury, my master would definitely seek out the Medical Hall Master!

Why does my master always come to you for treatment every time!

Are you two hiding something from me!"

Jiang Qingyi tightly gripped the medicine bottle, her eyes fixed intently on Chen Yun.

"Your master's condition is indeed not just due to injury, but I won't tell you the reason." Chen Yun said calmly.

"Tell me!" Jiang Qingyi's tone carried Killing Intent.

Chen Yun shook her head. "I want to tell you too, because I think what your master is doing is very irresponsible to himself, but I promised your master that I wouldn't breathe a single word to you."

"Clang!"

A flash of Sword Light passed before Chen Yun's eyes.

In an instant, the tip of the Xuan Shuang Long Sword was already pointed at Chen Yun's neck.

"Even if you kill me, it's useless." There was no compromise in Chen Yun's eyes. "I told you, I won't tell you. And if you were to learn of this matter, I don't think you could accept it."

Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, thrusting the long sword in her hand forward. The sharp tip pierced Chen Yun's skin, and bright red beads of blood slowly trickled down her neck.

But Chen Yun still didn't utter a single word, only calmly looking at Jiang Qingyi.

"Bang!"

Jiang Qingyi swung her long sword to the side, and a medicine jar exploded directly.

Black medicinal liquid slowly spread through the gaps in the wooden floorboards.

The two stared at each other for A long time, until finally Jiang Qingyi spoke word by word: "How much longer can my master live?"

"Thirty years," Chen Yun stated a time. "Your master's lifespan only has thirty years left, maybe not even thirty years."

"Thirty years... thirty years... This... how is this possible?"

Jiang Qingyi stepped back twice, her eyes wavering, the hand gripping her long sword trembling slightly.

To a mortal, thirty years was indeed not short—it could even be called very, very long.

But to a cultivator, what difference was there between thirty years and three months?

She had so many words left unsaid to her master, so many things left undone with her master.

"Impossible!"

Jiang Qingyi jerked her head up, her long sword once again pointing at Chen Yun's brow.

"Liar! You must be lying to me! My master is a great cultivator at the late Nascent Soul Realm! He has at least three thousand years of life! And he's only just over thirty years old now! How could he only have thirty years left to live?"

Chen Yun met Jiang Qingyi's gaze, saying nothing, merely watching her quietly.

Jiang Qingyi bit down hard on her thin lips, her teeth already breaking the tender skin, blood trickling from the corner of the young girl's mouth.

After three breaths, Jiang Qingyi sagged like a deflated leather ball, lowering the sword in her hand.

She knew Chen Yun wasn't lying to her.

Chen Yun loved her master; she wouldn't joke about his life like this.

As a Medical Cultivator, she couldn't possibly make such a joke either.

"What exactly happened to my master?"

Jiang Qingyi's eyes lost all luster, even taking on a hint of darkness, as if she had broken inside.

But just as she finished asking, she let out a cold, hollow laugh: "How foolish of me. I even asked you. You won't say anything, will you."

"I'm sorry." Looking at the young girl before her, Chen Yun understood her completely.

Chen Yun knew the bond between Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo.

If not for Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might still be wandering the streets, starving to death on some unknown day.

It was Xiao Mo who saved her, taught her cultivation, and made her into a Sword Cultivator renowned across the world.

To her, Xiao Mo was the most important person in this world.

"Is there any way to save my master?" Jiang Qingyi lifted her head, looking at Chen Yun almost pleadingly. "Any way at all! I'll do anything!"

"There is no way." Chen Yun shook her head. "No matter what method, I've tried them all."

Chen Yun sighed: "Qingyi, you are the most important person in his life. In the days ahead, spend as much time with him as you can."