After arriving at the medical hall, Jiang Qingyi found the female steward named "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 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 helpless was that her master was a good-natured person who was gentle to everyone.

Moreover, every time her master felt unwell and went to the medical hall for treatment, 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 come here.

"Huh"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyi stepped into the medical 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 moment.

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 time, your Tianxue meridian and Xinshan meridian are still somewhat damaged, but fortunately there's no major problem. I've prescribed several medicinal formulas for you, Fellow Daoist. You can go directly to the main hall to get the medicine. 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 somewhere?" Chen Yun asked with a smile.

"My body is fine," Jiang Qingyi said coldly. "I came 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 moment."

Chen Yun hurriedly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a medicine bottle, and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.

"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked as she received the medicine 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 someone injured him and damaged his foundation?

But your medical skills are clearly not the best. If his foundation was truly damaged, my master would definitely seek out the medical hall master!

Why does my master always come to you for treatment!

Are you two hiding something from me!"

Jiang Qingyi gripped the medicine 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 me!" 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 me, 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 medicine jar directly shattered.

Black medicinal liquid gradually spread along the cracks of the wooden floor.

The two stared at each other for a long time, until finally Jiang Qingyi said word by word, "How much longer can my master live?"

"Thirty years," Chen Yun stated a timeframe. "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 me! 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 medical 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 some darkness, her whole person seeming broken but just as Jiang Qingyi finished asking, she laughed coldly a few times, "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 become 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 method will do! I'll do anything you ask!"

"There's no way," Chen Yun shook her head. "No matter what kind of method, I've tried them all."

Chen Yun sighed, "Qingyi, you are the most important person in his life. In the days to come, spend more time with him."