I, a Villainous Cannon Fodder, Pick Up the Female Lead at the Start? Chapter 82

Chapter 82: The Heartless Curse?

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She glanced again at Su Wanqing, whose face was full of anxiety and eyes red with tears. Although the aura emanating from her body was steady and heavy, the panic and guilt in her eyes could not be hidden from anyone.

Qingyao’s gaze was extrely complex, and in the end she only sighed silently:

“Put her on the couch first.”

Su Wanqing carefully placed Lin Muyu on the couch covered with soft cushions, her movents as gentle as if she were handling a priceless treasure.

Qingyao imdiately put down her dicine pestle and quickly stepped forward, placing her fingertips on Lin Muyu’s wrist pulse.

After a mont, she withdrew her hand with a grave expression and took out two lustrous and plump pills from her dicine gourd, they were clearly extraordinary at first glance.

She circulated her Wood-type spiritual energy and carefully transford the dicinal power into threads of green silk, guiding them into Lin Muyu’s mouth.

Watching the weak spiritual power slowly circulate within her body, she finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After completing all this, she turned to Su Wanqing with a heavy tone:

“Junior Sister, this is what you called ‘discussing’?”

Su Wanqing’s face instantly flushed bright red, as if she had been harshly slapped. She lowered her head in sha, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white:

“I… I didn’t an to…”

“You didn’t an to?”

Qingyao’s voice suddenly beca stern as she pointed at Lin Muyu lying lifeless on the couch.

“Look what you’ve done to Junior Sister! Didn’t I tell you before to show restraint and wait until she was willing?”

Qingyao had watched Su Wanqing grow up and knew about the unspeakable suffering within her body.

She had thought Su Wanqing would move Lin Muyu with emotion, but never expected it would evolve into such a forced situation.

Faced with Qingyao’s scolding, Su Wanqing stood there like a child who had done sothing wrong, unable to say a word.

She was now the youngest Golden Core stage cultivator in Qinglan Sect, and many elders in the sect might not be her match, yet at this mont in front of Qingyao.

She was still that junior sister who would be at a loss when making mistakes.

All her pride and strength crumbled to dust before Lin Muyu’s wounds all over her body.

“Forget it, I don’t understand you young people’s affairs.”

Qingyao waved her hand, her tone softening sowhat but still carrying the disappointnt of hoping iron could beco steel.

“I’ve already given her the dicine. Whether she can pull through still depends on her own will.”

“You’d better think carefully about how to earn her forgiveness when she wakes up.”

Qingyao appeared young but was actually over fifty years old. Because she was devoted to dicine studies, her cultivation remained at the Foundation Establishnt stage, which made her Su Wanqing’s senior sister by rank.

She had watched Su Wanqing grow from a cold little girl into the Golden Core cultivator she was today, and truly hadn’t expected her to do such a thing.

Romantic feelings between won were common enough, the sect didn’t encourage it but had never explicitly forbidden it either.

But this kind of forcing… had already crossed the line.

She estimated that Su Wanqing’s internal poison had sohow acted up early, leading to this disaster.

Thinking of this, Qingyao’s expression beca stern:

“Extend your hand, let check your condition.”

“Yes…”

Su Wanqing shafully raised her hand, her wrist trembling slightly, not daring to et Qingyao’s eyes.

Qingyao placed her fingers on her pulse, and a pale green spiritual energy slowly probed into her ridians. Initially her expression remained calm, but after a mont, she suddenly exclaid in surprise:

“How is this possible?”

Su Wanqing’s heart tightened, her heart jumping to her throat:

“Senior Sister, what’s wrong? Is the… poison gotten worse?”

“One piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

Qingyao’s expression was sowhat strange, seeming both shocked and helpless.

“…Let hear the good news first.”

Su Wanqing hesitated for a mont before speaking softly.

She was afraid the bad news would be too heavy for her to bear.

“The good news is that the poison in your body won’t easily act up again in the future.”

Qingyao spoke slowly, her fingertips still on her pulse, sensing that familiar yet strange spiritual power.

“It could even be said that it’s… no longer poison.”

“Really?”

A flash of joy appeared in Su Wanqing’s eyes, hardly daring to believe her own ears.

All her pain and struggle stemd from this.

If the poison was gone, even if Lin Muyu hated her for now, perhaps soday she could…

“What about the bad news?”

She quickly asked, her heart filled with unease.

When things were abnormal, there must be sothing wrong. How could this poison that had tornted her for so long easily get better?

“The bad news is that the poison has already rged with you as one.”

Qingyao’s expression turned grave as she spoke word by word.

“It’s no longer foreign, but has beco part of your spiritual power, even… part of your body.”

Su Wanqing’s heart sank heavily, her voice hoarse:

“What… does this an?”

“It ans you’re more likely to lose control.”

Qingyao withdrew her hand and sighed.

“Once you get close to Lin Muyu, you’ll lose your reason and beco frenzied, just like the previous tis.”

“Is there still a way to resolve this?”

Su Wanqing grabbed Qingyao’s hand, her eyes so red with urgency that her voice carried a sobbing tone.

More likely to lose control?

Then wouldn’t even getting close to Lin Muyu beco nothing but a luxury for her?

“Unless you can break through to the Spirit Transformation stage, then perhaps you could completely separate this power.”

Qingyao shook her head, her tone helpless.

“Before then, you’d better keep your distance from your little Junior Sister, the farther the better.”

This sentence struck Su Wanqing’s heart like a bolt from the blue.

Was heaven unwilling to even give her a chance to make ands?

She staggered back a step, bumping into the dicine cabinet behind her with a “clang.” Many dicine bottles fell from the shelf and shattered, scattering powder all over the floor.

“Senior sister Qingyao, please think of another way…”

The usually cold Su Wanqing was now so anxious she was about to cry, grabbing Qingyao’s sleeve and gently shaking it like a helpless child.

“Stop shaking, let think…”

Qingyao had no choice but to rack her brains as she was shaken.

Seeing Su Wanqing’s red-rimd eyes, her heart also softened with sympathy.

This was worse than finally seeing a glimr of hope only to face such a choice again.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up:

“I’ve got it!”

Su Wanqing imdiately raised her head, her eyes full of expectation like a drowning person grasping at driftwood:

“What thod?”

“I rember there’s a book on the fifth floor of the Scripture Pavilion called 《The Heartless Curse》.”

Qingyao recalled.

“The Heartless Curse?”

Su Wanqing’s heart shook, this na alone carried a chilling air.

Could it be asking her to sever all seven emotions and six desires, completely forgetting all feelings?

But as long as she could get close to Lin Muyu again, even if she beca an emotionless block of wood, she would be willing to try.

“I… I’ll give it a try.”

She gritted her teeth, her heart struggling intensely, each word squeezed out from between her teeth.

Seeing her like this, Qingyao couldn’t help but laugh:

“Don’t be fooled by the na. It’s not about making you heartless.”

“It’s not?”

Su Wanqing blinked, hope rekindling in her eyes. Tears swirled in her eye sockets but stubbornly refused to fall.

“No.”

Qingyao explained.

“It’s a cultivation technique that can forcibly suppress emotions when you’re about to lose control.”