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

Chapter 11 Any method is fine! I'll do anything you ask!
Upon arriving at the medical clinic, Jiang Qingyi found the female steward named "Chen Yun".

Jiang Qingyi didn't actually like Chen Yun.

During one of her missions, her master saved Chen Yun.

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

Even a blind person could see that Chen Yun liked her master!
What made Jiang Qingyi somewhat angry but also helpless was...

My master is a kind-hearted person who is gentle to everyone.

Moreover, whenever Master was unwell and went to the clinic for treatment, he would always seek out Chen Yun.

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 longsword was already pointed at Chen Yun's neck. "Even if you kill me, it won't do any good." Chen Yun's eyes showed no sign of compromise. "I told you, I won't tell you, and if you knew about this, 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."

(End of this chapter)