What Could I Do? I'll Do Anything!

After arriving at the Medical Hall, Jiang Qingyi found its female attendant, Chen Yun.

Jiang Qingyi didn't like Chen Yun.

During an assignment outside the sect, her master had saved Chen Yun.

After that, Chen Yun had started visiting Linggan Peak from time to time.

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

What made Jiang Qingyi both angry and helpless was that—

her master was a good-natured man, gentle with everyone.

And whenever her master felt unwell, he went to the Medical Hall for treatment and always sought out Chen Yun.

Chen Yun was a decent person, but Jiang Qingyi simply didn't like her.

Especially when Chen Yun got closer to her master, Jiang Qingyi liked her even less!

If she hadn't wanted to resolve the doubts in her heart, Jiang Qingyi would never have come here.

"Phew."

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

When she opened the door, Chen Yun was taking a cultivator's pulse.

Chen Yun looked up. When she saw Jiang Qingyi, she froze for a moment.

As a woman, how could Chen Yun fail to sense Qingyi's hostility toward her?

In fact, Chen Yun knew exactly why Qingyi was hostile.

"Fellow cultivator, you were struck by the Xuanming Palm. Although you expelled the cold qi in time, your Tianxue Meridian and Xinshan Meridian are still somewhat damaged. Fortunately, it's nothing serious.

"I've written you a few prescriptions. Just go to the main hall to pick up the medicine.

"Don't take on any assignments for now. Make sure you rest and recuperate."

"Thank you, Doctor Chen." The man rose and cupped his hands to her in salute, then left with the prescription.

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

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

"I'm perfectly healthy," Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "I came here to ask you about my master's condition!"

Chen Yun frowned. "Has Xiao Mo's injury gotten worse?"

"Yes." Jiang Qingyi nodded. "His health keeps deteriorating. His face is as pale as paper, and I can even feel his Life Fire growing weaker."

"Wait here."

Chen Yun hurried to her feet, went to the medicine cabinet, took out a pill bottle, and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked, accepting the bottle.

"These are Heavenly Spirit Pills. I made them myself. They might ease your master's injuries a little." A trace of melancholy flashed through Chen Yun's eyes. "Tomorrow morning, I'll go to Linggan Peak and examine your master again."

"What exactly is wrong with my master? Is it really just because someone injured him and damaged his Root Bone, leaving him in this state?

"Your medical skills aren't even the best. If his Root Bone had truly been damaged, my master would have gone to the Medical Hall Master!

"Why does he always come to you for treatment?

"Are you hiding something from me?!"

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

"Your master's condition isn't solely due to his injuries, but I won't tell you the reason," Chen Yun said calmly.

"Tell me!" Killing intent edged Jiang Qingyi's voice.

Chen Yun shook her head. "I want to tell you, too. I think your master is being terribly irresponsible with his own life, but I promised him I wouldn't let a single word slip to you."

"Clang!"

A Sword Light flashed before Chen Yun's eyes.

In an instant, the tip of the Xuan Shuang Long Sword was pressed against her throat.

"Even if you kill me, it won't help." There wasn't the slightest hint of surrender in Chen Yun's eyes. "I told you, I won't tell you. And if you knew the truth, I don't think you'd be able to accept it."

Jiang Qingyi bit down hard on her lower lip and thrust her sword forward. Its sharp tip pierced Chen Yun's skin, and a bright red bead of blood trickled slowly down her neck.

But Chen Yun still didn't say a word. She simply looked at Jiang Qingyi calmly.

"Bang!"

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

Black liquid seeped through the cracks between the wooden floorboards.

The two stared at each other for a long time. At last, Jiang Qingyi spoke, each word slow and deliberate. "How much longer can my master live?"

"Thirty years." Chen Yun gave her a number. "Your master has only thirty years left—perhaps not even that."

"Thirty years... Thirty years. Th-this can't be..."

Jiang Qingyi stumbled backward two steps. Her eyes wavered, and the hand gripping her sword trembled.

For a mortal, thirty years was certainly not a short time. You could even call it a very long time.

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

There were so many things she hadn't said to her master, so many things she hadn't done with him.

"Impossible!"

Jiang Qingyi abruptly raised her head and pointed her sword at Chen Yun's brow once more.

"Liar! You have to be lying to me! My master is a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul Realm! He should have a lifespan of at least three thousand years! He's only in his early thirties! How could he have just thirty years left to live?!"

Chen Yun met Jiang Qingyi's gaze without a word, simply watching her in silence.

Jiang Qingyi bit her lower lip so hard her teeth broke through its tender flesh. Blood trickled from the corner of the young woman's mouth.

Three breaths later, Jiang Qingyi's strength seemed to drain away. Her sword lowered.

She knew Chen Yun hadn't lied to her.

Chen Yun liked her master. She would never joke about his life.

And as a Medical Cultivator, she would never make such a joke, either.

"What happened to my master?"

All the light had gone out of Jiang Qingyi's eyes, leaving them tinged with darkness. She seemed utterly broken.

But as soon as she finished asking, she let out a few cold laughs. "Heh, heh, heh. I'm such an idiot, even asking you. You won't tell me anything, will you?"

"I'm sorry." Looking at the young woman before her, Chen Yun could understand how she felt.

Chen Yun knew what Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo meant to each other.

Without Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might still have been wandering the streets, with no idea when she would starve to death.

It was Xiao Mo who had saved her, taught her to cultivate, and made her into a Sword Cultivator renowned throughout the world.

To Jiang Qingyi, Xiao Mo was the most important person in the world.

"Is there any way to save my master?" Jiang Qingyi looked up at Chen Yun, almost pleading. "Anything at all! I'll do whatever it takes!"

"There's no way." Chen Yun shook her head. "Whatever might work, I've already tried."

Chen Yun sighed. "Qingyi, you're the most important person in his life. Spend as much time with him as you can in the days ahead."