Chapter 14 "If he dies, then it'll really be something..."
“People who are terminally ill generally have some similarities.” She was still lost in thought and hadn’t had time to speak when she heard Yun Xianqing’s low, hoarse, and weak voice, which sounded like she was already very tired.
"Young master, you misunderstand. I wasn't referring to facial features. Perhaps I'm mistaken." The young man smiled, not giving it much thought, as if it were just a casual remark, and then moved on.
The two boys exchanged a glance, looked around the room, and felt a breeze stir the bed curtains, sending a chill through the room.
The gentle young man's wrist twitched slightly, and then, after glancing at it, he calmly said, "Miss, why don't you let my senior brother examine your brother first? In broad daylight, it's impossible to see where the ghost is."
Before the boy could make any move, Yun Xianqing suddenly coughed violently. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but blood still inevitably stained the bed.
"Brother!" Meng Chiwan hurriedly called out, ran to Yun Xianqing's side, helped him up, and took out a silk handkerchief from the wooden bracelet on her wrist to wipe him.
The boy who had been standing aside and not saying much was also stunned for a moment, and then grasped Yun Xianqing's wrist with three fingers.
Under Meng Chiwan's soothing words, Yun Xianqing finally calmed down, and then the four people in the room fell silent, waiting for the result.
For quite a while.
The boy then released his wrist. He gently twisted his fingers a few times, his face calm, revealing neither good nor bad news.
Meng Chiwan stared at him expectantly, wondering what diagnosis he would come up with.
“I can see that you have old injuries, young master, but…”
She hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
"But... I can't figure out what's suppressing him, making him look like he's about to die. Judging from his pulse, I can only see that his spiritual energy is stagnant." His tone remained calm, but a hint of hesitation could be heard.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, then she suddenly said, "Even if you cultivate immortality... do you still diagnose illnesses by observing, listening, questioning, and taking the pulse?"
The two boys fell silent.
"...It's a spiritual energy detection."
"Then how much longer does my brother have to live?" she asked again, her tone cautious, yet she made no attempt to hide the fact that the person in question was not involved.
"It's hard to say. After all, I'm not a medical cultivator, and my medical skills... only involve using spiritual energy to detect things. If I want to find out the whole story, I'm afraid I'll have to use my divine sense." The young man thought for a moment, and then said.
“Brother…you can’t die. If you die, I…” Her voice choked with sobs, sounding like a pool of bitter tears, “I still want to live…”
Yun Xianqing's pupils moved slowly, his dark eyes looking at her.
Although he was expressionless, she seemed to be able to sense the smile in Yun Xianqing's eyes.
"It's my poor medical skills that have disappointed you, young lady," the young man said, his cold voice revealing little remorse, his emotions seeming to be a mere performance.
At this moment, the patient, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "I was prepared to die long ago, but I can't bear to leave my sister. Perhaps... I should find someone to marry soon."
As she finished speaking, Meng Chiwan paused in her actions of wiping away the bloodstains while sobbing, then acted even more naturally: "Brother...didn't you say you would teach me how to cultivate immortality...If you just leave like this and marry me off, without you as my support, what if I'm bullied in my husband's family..."
Yun Xianqing's breathing became even lighter, her voice tinged with a strange emotion: "Teaching you to cultivate immortality... but look at me now... let alone these two immortal lords, even you would laugh at me, wouldn't you?"
After saying that, he looked at the two boys through Meng Chiwan's face as if they were waiting for something.
"Does the young lady wish to cultivate immortality?" the gentle young man asked at the opportune moment.
The other boy's gaze fell on Yun Xianqing's face, then shifted to Meng Chiwan's, trying to discern something, but ultimately remained silent.
"Yes. Would the Immortal Lord find it funny?" She asked in a low voice, her expression one of cautious self-pity.
"No. Everyone in this world wants to cultivate immortality, everyone thinks that cultivating immortality is the way to become a superior person, and everyone wants to gain longevity, power, and strength. It's just human nature, what's so funny?" The young man's delicate and pretty eyebrows curved, and his words carried an inexplicable power that made people unconsciously believe him.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and her pupils shone with a light as if she had seen hope, but it quickly dimmed, and her vitality was drained away in an instant.
"But... now my brother is already..."
Her voice was low and deep, as if it were being squeezed out from underwater where she was suffocating.
“Young lady, there is spiritual energy within your spiritual veins. Although the matter of cultivating immortality depends on whether one has a predestined affinity for immortality, I believe that you are not entirely without such affinity.”
"If you are willing, young lady, I can certainly help you."
The boy's voice came, as if it had penetrated layer upon layer of barriers, weakening most of its sharpness and leaving only a dull and gentle warmth.
Then, he glanced at Meng Chiwan and said, "However, as payment, you must keep an eye on the things in this courtyard for me..."
He paused, then spoke clearly, word by word: "ghosts, evil spirits."
"Have you seen the ghosts around here before, young lady?" Compared to the gentle boy's voice, the other boy's voice sounded like it was mixed with tiny shards of ice, making her unconsciously look over.
She gave herself away? Where did she give herself away?
"I have never seen it." Yet she still said this, without the slightest hesitation.
She couldn't distinguish between the so-called ghosts and the boy, and whether she could truly trust them. Her intuition told her that the two were adversaries.
But then she thought of that child. Those children who had already vanished.
It's just a lie. She's done it many times since her parents passed away, hasn't she? To avoid a beating or a scolding, to get a full meal... she's always done it very well.
If this means losing the boy's help... so what? It can't get any worse.
An unexpected calamity robbed her of years of cultivation; now, she is simply facing another choice on the road to starting over.
If she truly made the wrong choice, she realized they didn't entirely believe her. Perhaps her efforts were in vain, but it didn't matter; life is long, and not everything can have profound meaning.
"If the Immortal Lord asks again, I still haven't seen it. Can the Immortal Lord see how timid and fearful I am? If there really is a ghost, I will definitely call the Immortal Lord to eliminate it first."
The young man remained calm, and after listening to her, he even managed a reassuring smile: "Don't listen to my senior brother, young lady. I trust you. If you wish to cultivate immortality, I have some books and elixirs here that might be able to help you."
"I don't know about others, but I cultivate immortality to uphold justice and help more people like you. My offer to exchange with you was really just so I could complete the task my master assigned me as soon as possible."
She understood. The young man was actually not satisfied with her answer. His earlier offer to help her might not have been just about some books and elixirs.
If books and elixirs alone could lead people to immortality, then powerful beings would be everywhere in the world long ago.
"Thank you, Immortal Lord!"
Yet she remained carefree and happy. Having all this was already quite good.
real.
It's better than before.
As the boy said, he was indeed a warm-hearted person. He also gave her some pills to treat Yun Xianqing's old injuries.
For some reason, the trembling in his wrist became more intense. Then the two of them hurriedly left.
"Immortal Lord, your face is not handsome."
She watched the boy leave. Only then did she let down her guard, shake off all her emotions, and calmly spoke to Yun Xianqing.
Yun Xianqing smiled, but the smile faded as she smiled, revealing her original face, as radiant as the sun and moon.
"Miss, do you want to cultivate immortality? I can teach you." His voice was light and cool, like pressing a piece of crystal-clear ice against the tip of his tongue.
Then, something unusual came through in his words, as if he were contemptuous or something else: "They're just useless books and useless elixirs. I'm much more useful than them."
Meng Chiwan remained calm, walked to the side and sat down, as if she hadn't heard anything: "But my brother has to get better first. Anything useful or useless is better than nothing, right?"
She sighed softly, "If I die, then I'll truly have nothing left..."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in Yun Xianqing's dark pupils, as if she had already devoured a dish that suited her taste.
He said, "Don't worry, young lady. Even if I die, I will not lose everything. I still have a long life ahead of me."
He will grow up... until he regains all his memories and finishes everything he hasn't done.
After seeing off several people and dealing with several matters, her daytime truly began. Having not gone up the mountain to gather herbs for a long time and lacking any source of income, she went to work.
Yun Xianqing also went out.
Although it was unclear where he got the money or how he earned it, he did give Meng Chiwan a seemingly ordinary bag before nightfall.
It looks like a money bag. But the material doesn't seem to be. It's incredibly sturdy, more like something used by some kind of immortal sect.
Then, night fell.
This time, however, she didn't fall asleep. She read for a long time, seemingly waiting for someone.
A cool breeze swept by, rustling the pages of the book. She reached out and pressed her hand against it, feeling the coolness wash over her.
She looked up again. The person she was waiting for was standing by the window.
The blood-red color of the sword character on the girl's face had faded, as if it had been carefully wiped away.
Regardless, it still sends chills down one's spine.
Meng Chiwan's expression was calm, without the slightest hint of fear. Seeing her was like seeing a long-lost friend.
She asked, "Girl, what did you want to say this morning? What did your brother want to say?"
The girl stood still, not moving, and the sword on her face showed no sign of opening or closing.
She simply stood there, staring at the bag on Meng Chiwan's table, and fell silent.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com