Chapter 30 Chapter 30 “When Junior Sister came down the mountain, I saw…
Yao Ning risked his life to find the life-saving elixir for Shen Qian, but he attributed the favor to someone else and forgot the name of his real savior.
Yao Ning was seriously injured and fell into a state of retreat in the ancient secret realm. He retreated for more than a month before returning to Xuanqing Sect. He couldn't wait to see Chen Qian and see with his own eyes whether he had recovered. However, Chen Qian asked him, "What's your name?"
At that moment, Yao Ning's face turned pale.
But it was only for a moment. She quickly raised her eyes, her bright eyes gleaming with light, reflecting the pink and white blossoms on the tree. She replied crisply, "Brother Shen, my name is Yao Ning. Yao means Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang, and Ning means tranquility."
Blinking again, he asked nervously, "It's easy to remember, right?"
Shen Qian coughed and turned his head away: "Well, I will remember it."
He really remembered it. On the bank of the Huai River, the marriage lights went out, and Chen Qian called out Yao Ning's name accurately without any emotion.
As the past events came flooding back, Chen Qian finally understood why Yao Ning left so decisively, why she hated herself, and why she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
What he owed Yao Ning was more than just indifference and neglect.
He owed her his life.
I owe her a warm and sincere heart.
Inside the Beiming Sect, Chen Qian spat out another mouthful of blood. His eyes were moist and the corners of his eyes were crimson, like a crabapple tree wet with rain. Even his collapse was breathtakingly beautiful.
Chu Liangxiu couldn't help but think that if his junior sister saw this look, she would probably soften her heart in an instant.
But Chu Liangxiu was not soft-hearted at all.
She still held onto Chen Qian's collar and questioned, "When Junior Sister went down the mountain, I saw that you seemed sad for a few days, so you went down the mountain to look for her, but in the end you still couldn't protect her? Did you let her get seriously injured again?"
Wang Mianzhi was furious: "Senior Sister Chu! What are you talking about! My sister-in-law was only seriously injured, but Chen Qian almost lost his life!"
Chu Liangxiu glanced at him sideways, and Wang Mianzhi was startled and kept silent out of frustration.
"Not only that, you want to divorce your wife?"
"What?!" Gu Wuchen exclaimed in surprise, looking around the room, "Who said that?"
Wang Mianzhi's eyes wandered.
Chu Liangxiu let go of Chen Qian, and the six-pointed sword returned to her hand. The heavy sword exuded a cold air and cold light. Chu Liangxiu stood with the sword in his hand and looked down at Chen Qian: "Do you have anything to explain?"
Shen Qian's lips, which had lost their color, moved but he said nothing.
Chu Liangxiu sighed, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or sad.
"Upon hearing that you were seriously injured, the Sect Master and I rushed to Zhongze with the Xuanqing Sect's best talents and precious treasures." She glanced at everyone in the room. "The Beiming Sect has devoted all its efforts to treating you, and the head of the Lingfeng Sect has spared no effort."
"Chen Qian, although you've had a harder life since childhood...than others, everyone in the sect, friends and relatives, all love and protect you, but what about your junior sister?" Chen Qian's shoulders trembled. Chu Liangxiu turned his face away, pretending not to see, and his words were like a knife cutting down on his head, "The junior sister was also seriously injured, but she had nowhere to go, so she was picked up by a stranger from the Tianshu Sect. That young lady of the Tianshu Sect-"
When mentioning Meng Yaoguang, Chu Liangxiu's eyes became a little strange: "Who knows if she will take care of others? If she is not her own sister, she probably won't care."
Chu Liangxiu put away his sword and said, "Since you have so many people here, I will go and see my junior sister."
The ice and snow in the house suddenly disappeared, and the cold air dissipated. Before leaving, Chu Liangxiu turned around and said, "It's better for you two to separate. There are more good men in the world than just you."
"Hey, hey, what's going on!" Gu Wuchen went to chase Chu Liangxiu. After taking two steps, he heard a violent cough behind him and turned back to look at Chen Qian. He didn't know whether to leave or stay. He slapped his thigh helplessly and said, "What's going on? You kids, how can you quarrel over just a few words..."
A hand stretched out from the bed curtain and tightly grasped Gu Wuchen's shoulder. Gu Wuchen was startled and quickly supported Chen Qian: "Don't get excited, you know your senior sister's bad temper..."
"Sect Master." Chen Qian interrupted him, his voice hoarse, "Is Yao Ning okay?"
"She's fine!" Gu Wuchen patted Chen Qian's hand, "I've already sent a message to Miss Meng. An Ning's injuries aren't too serious. The Tianshu Sect is very powerful. She's almost recovered and will wake up in two days."
Chen Qian raised his head and Gu Wuchen was stunned.
Shen Qian cried.
There were still traces of tears on her porcelain-white face, her eyes were filled with water, and the corners of her eyes were shockingly red. Her usually indifferent and cold face now showed panic and helplessness.
He was already wounded in the soul, and after hearing the secrets from the past, his mind was already somewhat hazy. He grabbed Gu Wuchen at this moment, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving driftwood: "Master, please bring Yao Ning back to Xuanqing Sect. Don't let her leave, okay?"
In the world of cultivation, as long as centenarians form their infant early, they can maintain their youthful appearance. Those who are in the same position as Shen Qian are all people with a destiny above heaven who have been tempered by the years.
Chen Qian took on the responsibility of leading the Xuan Qing Sect with his natural talent. He was always decisive and calculated in the long term. His temperament was also indifferent and aloof, so Gu Wuchen often ignored him. He was just a young man of 27 years old.
At this moment, he had shed his usual indifference, clutching his clothes like a child, with helplessness in his pleading voice. Gu Wuchen didn't know what to feel for a moment.
"Master, please." Seeing Gu Wuchen speechless for a moment, Chen Qian said in panic, "Don't let her leave, don't let her go... I want to take her back to Xuanqing Sect, to Wendao Peak, back to our home, her and I, we..."
He was panic-stricken, his voice trembling, and suddenly his grip on Gu Wuchen loosened, and he fell to the ground.
"elder brother!"
"Shen Qian!"
Wang Mianzhi and Gu Wuchen rushed forward. Shang Linran, who had been sitting silently on the side, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the Xunfeng Seal barrier.
Silently uttered two words: "Not good."
The light gauze curtains in the room moved without wind, blowing up everyone's robes. The spiritual flow spread out from the bed curtains to the surroundings, and the doors and windows creaked.
A strong smell of thunder and rain spread.
Shang Linran took a few steps forward and saw Chen Qian lying straight on the bed, his face pale and his exposed skin gradually turning pale.
Wang Mianzhi turned around in shock and stared blankly at Shang Linran.
"Master, is he, is he..."
Shang Linran frowned and did not answer.
Wang Mianzhi's eyes turned red: "I knew it... it's all because of her!"
"Young Master Wang." Shang Linran's usually gentle features suddenly took on a fierce edge. "Chen Qian's mind was already damaged. Ever since he heard that the life-saving elixir was found by his younger brother and sister-in-law, his mind has been unstable."
Wang Mianzhi stared at Shang Linran in a daze.
"This is a matter of karma between them, and has nothing to do with anyone else. Ultimately, Chen still owes his sister-in-law a debt. Even if you feel bad about it, you shouldn't put all the blame on them."
Wang Mianzhi took two steps back and covered his face suddenly.
No one paid any attention to him. Shang Linran discussed with Gu Wuchen for a few words, and together they set up a small barrier that barely covered Chen Qian.
The escaping spiritual flow stopped, the veil fell, and the lattice window creaked a few times before returning to silence.
A faint smell of blood filled the air again.
Adu stepped forward silently and whispered a few words to the disciple of Beiming Sect who was standing there. The disciple glanced at Wang Mianzhi who was standing there in a daze, lowered his head and quickly walked out the door.
Wang Mianzhi watched everything in front of him silently, clenched his teeth, and his eyes became redder.
After a while, the door was pushed open and a woman in plain clothes walked in.
This person is 50% similar to Shen Qian. There are traces of time in the corners of his eyes, and his gaze is calm and gentle. It is Shen Qian's aunt Song Qingping.
When Wang Mianzhi saw Song Qingping, he couldn't hold back his tears and burst into tears: "Mother! Look at him!"
Song Qingping stopped beside him, but did not look at him: "Mianzhi."
Her voice was also soft, like the warm spring river water in March: "I have repeatedly warned you that you can dislike my sister-in-law, but you must respect her."
Wang Mianzhi choked up and said anxiously, "Mother, what did you say? Please save me!"
Song Qingping sighed: "Do you know why you respect your sister-in-law?"
She glanced at her son, feeling disappointed and sad: "Yao Ning loves Shen Qian more than you do, and has given more to Shen Qian than you have. And what have you done?"
Wang Mianzhi was stunned, and his face turned red after a moment.
He could do nothing. Just now, everyone could do something for Shen Qian, even the skinny girl knew to tell the disciples to ask the elders, but he seemed just sad and struggling with himself.
"My sister-in-law was seriously injured. You were clearly there, yet you didn't bring her back to treat her properly. Instead, you ignored her and left her to the care of irrelevant people." Song Qingping frowned and shook her head. "Even the children of ordinary families wouldn't act like this, and you are the young master of the Beiming Sect."
Wang Mianzhi's face lost all color.
Song Qingping said nothing more and walked past him to the bed.
Shang Linran and Gu Wuchen saw that she was calm, looked at each other and made way for her.
Song Qingping nodded to the two of them, then sat down on the edge of the bed and took out an exquisite bamboo-carved and gold-painted small box from his arms.
The box was opened, and the room was instantly filled with light.
Before everyone could see clearly, Song Qingping took out the contents of the box and pressed it against Chen Qian's chest.
Several people stood in front of the window, staring at Chen Qian anxiously.
Wang Mianzhi wiped his face and stood in the corner, watching and waiting anxiously.
It was unknown how long it took before the paleness on Chen Qian's face slowly faded away, and the chaotic spiritual flow gradually stopped.
It was like a burst dam, the gap was filled up by someone, and the surging vitality was blocked and stopped in the broken body.
Song Qingping let out a long breath, finally feeling relieved. She wiped the sweat off Chen Qian's forehead with a handkerchief, a flash of pain in her eyes: "Your mother anticipated this day and prepared this life-saving item in advance. I had hoped that I would never need it in my lifetime, but I didn't expect..."
She was still feeling sad, and her sweaty hands suddenly stopped.
According to the disciple who came to invite him, originally with Shang Linran there, the situation would not have been so dangerous, but he seemed to have been stimulated in the middle of the process.
Song Qingping was a smart person. After a little thought, she realized that this excitement was probably related to Yao Ning.
The damage to Chen Qian's soul and the fall in realm were considered the least of his consequences; being able to survive was a great blessing. Any self-aware cultivator should now focus on self-cultivation, hoping to quickly repair the damage to their soul and regain their fallen realm, and then pursue the great path again.
Song Qingping withdrew his hand and his eyes fell on Shen Qian's face. In just a moment, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face.
She could feel the spiritual power in Chen Qian's body running wildly. His consciousness had long been dim, so this was out of instinct.
Song Qingping was stunned.
He subconsciously repaired his body at a speed that was reckless for his life.
He wants to wake up.
Song Qingping knew that his nephew was very similar to his mother, and was indifferent by nature. Apart from the great principles, he did not care about anything else.
He didn't seem to have anything in particular he wanted to do, anything he wanted to get, or anyone he wanted to catch.
Now this sudden outburst of intense desire was so different from his usual calmness that Song Qingping was shocked.
She stared at the familiar pale face, and a strange feeling arose in her heart, as if she saw the cursed fate deviating from the course passed down from generation to generation.
Song Qingping's eyes felt slightly hot, and a bold guess kept lingering in his mind.
She said softly.
"You are so impatient, are you going to see Aning?"
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