After arriving at the dical hall, Jiang Qingyi found the female steward nad "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 co to Lingqian Peak from ti to ti.
Even a blind person could see that Chen Yun liked her master!
What made Jiang Qingyi sowhat angry but helpless was that her master was a good-natured person who was gentle to everyone.
Moreover, every ti her master felt unwell and went to the dical hall for treatnt, he would always 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 for resolving the doubts in her heart, Jiang Qingyi would never have co here.
"Huh"
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyi stepped into the dical hall room where Chen Yun was.
Opening the door, Chen Yun was taking the pulse of a cultivator.
Chen Yun looked up, and when she saw Jiang Qingyi, she was also stunned for a mont.
As a woman, how could Chen Yun not sense that Qingyi was hostile toward her?
Chen Yun even understood very clearly what Qingyi's hostility toward her was because of.
"Fellow Daoist, you were struck by the Xuanming Palm. Although you expelled the cold qi in ti, your Tianxue ridian and Xinshan ridian are still sowhat damaged, but fortunately there's no major problem. I've prescribed several dicinal formulas for you, Fellow Daoist. You can go directly to the main hall to get the dicine. During this period, Fellow Daoist shouldn't take on any missions and must rest quietly."
"Alright, thank you, Doctor Chen." The man stood up and bowed to her, then took the prescription and walked out.
Jiang Qingyi closed the door, her brows furrowed and her expression unfriendly as she walked over and sat in front of Chen Yun.
"What's wrong, Sister Jiang? Are you feeling unwell sowhere?" Chen Yun asked with a smile.
"My body is fine," Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "I ca 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 mont."
Chen Yun hurriedly stood up, walked to the dicine cabinet, took out a dicine bottle, and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.
"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked as she received the dicine bottle.
"This bottle of pills is called Tianling Dan, which I refined myself. Perhaps it can alleviate your master's injuries a little." A trace of loneliness flashed in Chen Yun's eyes. "Tomorrow morning, I'll go to Lingqian Peak to examine your master again."
"What exactly is wrong with my master's body? Is he really like this today just because soone injured him and damaged his foundation?
But your dical skills are clearly not the best. If his foundation was truly damaged, my master would definitely seek out the dical hall master!
Why does my master always co to you for treatnt!
Are you two hiding sothing from !"
Jiang Qingyi gripped the dicine bottle tightly, her eyes staring fixedly at Chen Yun.
"Your master's condition is indeed not just because of his injuries, but I won't tell you the reason," Chen Yun said calmly.
"Tell !" Jiang Qingyi's tone carried killing intent.
Chen Yun shook her head, "I also want to tell you, because I think what your master is doing is very irresponsible to himself, but I promised your master that I wouldn't reveal a single word to you."
"Clang!"
A sword light flashed before Chen Yun's eyes.
In an instant, the tip of the Xuanshuang sword was already pointing at Chen Yun's neck.
"Even if you kill , it won't help," Chen Yun's eyes showed no compromise whatsoever. "I told you, I won't tell you, and if you knew about this matter, I don't think you could accept it."
Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, pushing the long sword in her hand forward. The sharp sword tip pierced Chen Yun's skin, and bright red drops of blood slowly flowed down from her neck but Chen Yun still didn't say a word, only looked at Jiang Qingyi calmly.
"Bang!"
Jiang Qingyi swung her long sword to the side, and a dicine jar directly shattered.
Black dicinal liquid gradually spread along the cracks of the wooden floor.
The two stared at each other for a long ti, until finally Jiang Qingyi said word by word, "How much longer can my master live?"
"Thirty years," Chen Yun stated a tifra. "Your master's lifespan has only thirty years left, and it might not even be thirty years."
"Thirty years, thirty years... This... how is this possible?"
Jiang Qingyi stepped back two paces, her eyes wavering, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.
For mortals, thirty years indeed wasn't short, and could even be said to be very, very long but for a cultivator, what difference was there between thirty years and three months?
She had so many, many things she hadn't said to her master, so many, many things she hadn't done with her master.
"Impossible!"
Jiang Qingyi suddenly raised her head, her long sword once again pointing at Chen Yun's forehead.
"Liar! You must be lying to ! My master is a late-stage Nascent Soul great cultivator! He has at least three thousand years of lifespan! And he's only just over thirty years old now! How could he only live for thirty years!"
Chen Yun looked directly into Jiang Qingyi's eyes, saying nothing, only quietly watching her.
Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, her white teeth already biting through her tender lips, blood flowing from the corner of the girl's mouth.
After three breaths, Jiang Qingyi dropped the long sword in her hand like a deflated ball.
She knew that Chen Yun hadn't lied to her.
Chen Yun liked her master, she wouldn't joke about her master's life like this.
As a dical cultivator, she also couldn't possibly make such a joke.
"What exactly happened to my master..."
Jiang Qingyi's eyes lost all their color, even carrying so darkness, her whole person seeming broken but just as Jiang Qingyi finished asking, she laughed coldly a few tis, "Heh heh heh. How foolish I am, I'm still asking you... You won't say anything, will you..."
"I'm sorry." Looking at the girl before her, Chen Yun could understand her very well.
Chen Yun knew the relationship between Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo.
If it weren't for Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might still be wandering the streets, not knowing which day she might starve to death.
It was Xiao Mo who saved her, taught her to cultivate, and made her beco a renowned sword cultivator.
To her, Xiao Mo was the most important person in this world.
"Is there any way to save my master!" Jiang Qingyi raised her head, looking at Chen Yun almost pleadingly. "Any thod will do! I'll do anything you ask!"
"There's no way," Chen Yun shook her head. "No matter what kind of thod, I've tried them all."
Chen Yun sighed, "Qingyi, you are the most important person in his life. In the days to co, spend more ti with him."
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