We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?

Although Chen Yun is a good person, Jiang Qingyi just doesn't like her.

The closer she got to her master, the less Jiang Qingyi liked it!

Jiang Qingyi would never have come here if it weren't to resolve her doubts.

"call"

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

Upon opening the door, Chen Yun was taking the pulse of a cultivator.

Chen Yun looked up and was stunned when she saw Jiang Qingyi.

As a woman, how could Chen Yun not sense Qingyi's hostility towards her?

Chen Yun was even very clear about the reason for Qingyi's hostility towards her.

"Fellow Daoist, you were struck by the Xuanming Palm. Although you expelled the cold energy in time, your Tianxue Meridian and Xinshan Meridian are still somewhat damaged. Fortunately, you are not seriously injured."

I have written a few prescriptions for you, fellow Daoist. You can simply go to the main hall to get your medicine.

During this time, fellow cultivator, please refrain from going on missions and take necessary rest.

"Okay, thank you very much, Dr. Chen." The man stood up, bowed to her, and walked out with the prescription.

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

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

“I’m perfectly healthy,” Jiang Qingyi said coldly. “I’m 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 health is getting worse and worse. His face is as pale as paper, and I can even feel his life force getting weaker and weaker.”

"wait."

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 asked, taking the medicine bottle.

"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 hint of melancholy flashed in Chen Yun's eyes. "Tomorrow morning, I will go to Lingqian Peak to take another look at your master."

"What exactly happened to my master's body? Was he really only injured by someone, damaging his bones and bones, which led to his current state?"

But your medical skills are clearly not the best. If it really was a serious injury to the bones, my master would definitely have found the head of the medical hall!

Why does Master always seek you out for medical treatment?

Are you hiding something from me?!

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

“Your master’s condition is indeed not solely due to his injuries, but I will not tell you the reason,” Chen Yun said calmly.

"Tell me!" Jiang Qingyi's tone was filled with murderous intent.

Chen Yun shook her head: "I also want to tell you because I think what your master did was very irresponsible to himself, but I promised your master that I wouldn't reveal a single word to you."

"Zheng!"

A flash of sword light passed before Chen Yun's eyes.

In an instant, the tip of the Xuan Shuang sword was already pointing at Chen Yun's neck.

"Even if you kill me, it won't make a difference." Chen Yun's eyes showed no sign of compromise. "I've said it before, I won't tell you, and if you did know, I don't think you could accept it."

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

However, Chen Yun still didn't say a word, and just looked at Jiang Qingyi calmly.

"boom!"

Jiang Qingyi swung her longsword to the side, and a medicine jar shattered instantly.

The black liquid gradually spread along the cracks in the wooden floor.

The two stared at each other for a long time before Jiang Qingyi finally said, word by word, "How much longer can my master live?"

"Thirty years," Chen Yun stated a timeframe, "Your master's lifespan is only thirty years left, or perhaps even less."

"Thirty years, thirty years... This... How is this possible?"

Jiang Qingyi took two steps back, her eyes darting around, her hand gripping the longsword trembling slightly.

For ordinary people, thirty years is indeed not a short time; in fact, it can be described as a very long time.

But what difference does thirty years make between a cultivator and three months?

There are so many things I haven't told my master, and so many things I haven't done with him.

"impossible!"

Jiang Qingyi suddenly raised her head, and the long sword was once again pointed at Chen Yun's brow.

"Liar! You must be lying to me! My master is a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage! He has a lifespan of at least three thousand years! And he's only in his early thirties now! How could he only live for thirty years!"

Chen Yun looked directly into Jiang Qingyi's eyes, saying nothing, just quietly watching her.

Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, her pearly teeth drawing blood from the corner of her mouth.

Three breaths later, Jiang Qingyi, like a deflated balloon, lowered her long sword.

She knew that Chen Yun was not lying to her.

Chen Yun loves her master, and she would never joke about his life like that.

As a physician and cultivator, she would never make such a joke.

"What exactly happened to Master?"

Jiang Qingyi's eyes lost all color, even showing some darkness, and she looked as if she had broken down.

But as soon as Jiang Qingyi finished asking, she chuckled coldly, "How stupid of me to even ask you. You won't say anything, will you?"

"I'm sorry." Looking at the girl in front of her, Chen Yun could understand her perfectly.

Chen Yun knew about the relationship between Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo.

If it weren't for Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might still be homeless on the streets, starving to death at any moment.

It was Xiao Mo who saved her, taught her cultivation, and made her a renowned sword cultivator.

For her, 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 pleadingly. "Any way will do! I'll do anything you ask!"

“There’s no other way,” Chen Yun shook her head. “I’ve tried everything, no matter what it is.”

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

Chapter 12 Qingyi is Fearless

Jiang Qingyi didn't know how she walked out of the clinic.

She flew back to Lingqian Peak like a walking corpse.

Jiang Qingyi's mind was filled with thoughts that her master could only live for thirty years.

She couldn't imagine what the world would be like without her master.

There is no master in this world.

Then what meaning does this world have?

Before she knew it, Qianling Peak appeared before Jiang Qingyi.

"I can't do this. I can't face Master with this expression. Master will be sad."

Jiang Qingyi patted her face, took a deep breath, and forced herself to smile, as if she knew nothing.

When Jiang Qingyi returned to the courtyard, she saw her master sitting in the courtyard.

The afternoon sun shone on Xiao Mo's paper-thin face, and the girl's heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

If she could, she would gladly take all that suffering upon herself in place of her master.

"Master, why are you in the courtyard? You should rest well."

Jiang Qingyi landed on Lingqian Peak and ran towards her master.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "It's not good to stay inside all the time, it's too stuffy. We need to come out and get some fresh air."

"Then this disciple will accompany you."

Jiang Qingyi rolled up her sleeves, poured a cup of tea for her master, and then walked behind him, gently massaging Xiao Mo's shoulders with her fair hands.

"Qingyi, there's something I want to talk to you about and ask for your opinion on."

Just as Jiang Qingyi was forcibly suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Xiao Mo spoke.

"Master, just tell me what it is. Qingyi will agree to whatever it is," Jiang Qingyi said with a smile, her eyes crinkling.

Xiao Mo patted Jiang Qingyi's small hand: "Master, I want to go for a walk outside. Do you want to come with me?"

"Want to go for a walk outside?" Jiang Qingyi blinked, looking at her master with a puzzled expression.

“That’s right.” Xiao Mo nodded. “I want to leave the Longquan Sword Sect and see more of this world. Qingyi, would you like to come with me?”

"Qingyi is willing!" Jiang Qingyi said without the slightest hesitation. "Wherever Master goes, Qingyi will always be with Master!"

"Okay." Xiao Mo nodded with a smile. "Then let's pack up and we'll set off tomorrow."

"Okay! Qingyi will go and get ready now!"

Jiang Qingyi hurriedly ran into the room and began packing her luggage.

As for Jiang Qingyi, she also wanted to travel and enjoy the scenery with her master, without having to worry about sect affairs.

And what if, while traveling and enjoying the scenery, they encounter some powerful cultivator who can heal their master's injuries?

Or perhaps some fortuitous event led to the master's recovery?

It's not impossible.

Anyway, it's much more hopeful than staying in the Longquan Sword Sect forever!

The next morning, Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi left the Longquan Sword Sect.

They didn't greet anyone.

Xiao Mo himself didn't know where to go, so he just led Jiang Qingyi northward.

They arrived in a town and bought a horse-drawn carriage.

Jiang Qingyi drove the car, and Xiao Mo sat inside.

The two of them traveled through town after town.

Sometimes the two of them would stay at the inn.

Sometimes the two of them would sleep in a cave.

Before we knew it, a month had passed.

Neither of them knew how far they had traveled, but they had at least left the territory of the Liang Kingdom.

The second month after leaving the Longquan Sword Sect.

Just as the carriage was traveling down the mountain road, a woman stood in front of the two of them.

"who are you?"

Jiang Qingyi stared at the woman in front of her.

Jiang Qingyi had already taken the longsword Xuan Shuang into her hand.

“Qingyi, she is an old friend of mine.” Xiao Mo’s voice came from inside the carriage.

Xiao Mo lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out.

Jiang Qingyi quickly helped her master out of the car.

"Qingyi, go and fetch some water," Xiao Mo said to Jiang Qingyi.

"But Master."