At night, the group from the Taiming Sect, disguised as merchants, settled into the inn.
Jiang Ke’er went straight to Qian Yue’s room.
“Senior Sister Qian Yue, where are you injured? Let me take a look.”
Qian Yue’s face flushed slightly as she stood to close the doors and windows, then took off her upper garment.
Jiang Ke’er sat upright with a serious demeanor, harboring no improper thoughts.
To her, Qian Yue was now just an ordinary patient—that was the basic principle of a medical cultivator.
On Qian Yue’s chest, just above the left breast near the heart, there was a piercing wound.
Though bandaged, the wound still oozed blood uncontrollably. A cluster of foreign True Qi gathered around the injury, unable to dissipate, preventing the wound from healing.
Jiang Ke’er sensed that True Qi carefully and couldn’t help but frown with seriousness. “Senior Sister, this True Qi isn’t something an ordinary person could produce.”
Although its strength was only at the Five Elements Realm, the density, unique adhesion, and destructive nature were unlike anything Jiang Ke’er had ever encountered before.
Seeing that Qian Yue was unwilling to say more about the source of the injury, Jiang Ke’er wisely stopped pressing and shifted the topic. “The treatment itself isn’t troublesome. As long as you persist in receiving my nurturing daily, you can recover fully within a month, without even a scar… though the process will be a bit painful. I wonder if you can endure it.”
“Don’t worry, feel free to treat it as you like,” Qian Yue smiled.
“Then I’ll take the liberty.”
Jiang Ke’er gently placed her hand over the wound, white radiance flowing from her fingertips.
Qian Yue’s brow furrowed. As the foreign True Qi was expelled, pain surged through her body, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Yet, throughout the process, she didn’t utter a sound, nor did she cry out or ask to stop. Jiang Ke’er couldn’t help but admire her greatly.
She could imagine the pain, but Qian Yue’s silent endurance clearly showed a willpower far stronger than ordinary people.
“Senior Sister, how long have you been with the Taiming Sect?” Jiang Ke’er asked.
During treatments, medical cultivators often chat to divert the patient’s attention from the pain.
Jiang Ke’er was now trying hard to find topics so Qian Yue wouldn’t focus solely on the wound.
“Less than three days,” Qian Yue answered.
“Eh? Then you joined much later than me! Shouldn’t I be calling you Junior Sister?”
“That’s not how it’s counted,” Qian Yue smiled gently. “I rank seventeenth among the disciples of Starfall Peak, and you rank nineteenth in Lingyin Valley. So, you should call me Senior Sister.”
“What kind of strange calculation is that!” Jiang Ke’er grumbled in displeasure.
“Do you have a favorite little animal, Senior Sister?” Not dwelling on the previous question, Jiang Ke’er continued.
“Fox,” Qian Yue answered without hesitation.
Jiang Ke’er’s hand trembled slightly.
Wh-what does that mean? Could Senior Sister have seen through her true identity? This is…
“Why?” Jiang Ke’er asked cautiously.
“Because they’re cute~” Qian Yue said matter-of-factly.
“The way they sleep quietly is cute, their clumsy gestures are cute, their fierce yet adorable expressions are cute, and even their tsundere nature is cute… they’re cute all over!”
Oh? Tsundere? Then that definitely isn’t referring to me.
Jiang Ke’er immediately relaxed.
Calming herself, Jiang Ke’er pretended nonchalance and smiled, “Yeah, foxes are really adorable, I like them too. By the way, the thing I dislike most is dragons.”
“Why?” Qian Yue looked somewhat surprised.
“Their strength is too great, their talent too strong, their luck too good… and I recently heard they’re immune to all poisons,” Jiang Ke’er’s frustration grew as she spoke, her hair standing on end, “In short, dragons are absolutely terrible creatures!”
“…”
Qian Yue gave a wry smile.
No matter how you look at it, these hardly seem like flaws.
“By the way, Senior Sister, do you have any hobbies or interests?” Jiang Ke’er calmed down and let her hair soften again, changing the topic once more.
“Does cultivation count?” Qian Yue raised an eyebrow.
“Uh… no,” Jiang Ke’er shook her head.
“Hm…” Qian Yue frowned and pondered deeply, silent for a long while before finally giving up, “I can’t think of any.”
“Eh? Why not?” Jiang Ke’er was puzzled.
“Why must there be one?” Qian Yue countered.
Jiang Ke’er’s heart ached.
Born into this era, there was no right to choose how to live.
Cultivation, cultivation, a hundred boats competing in a river but only one can cross—this world, so often written and sung about in countless novels, revealed itself to be deeply sick once she personally arrived.
Violence ruled everything. To survive, one could only cultivate desperately and become the perpetrator of violence.
Jiang Ke’er had long since accepted this, but sometimes she still felt sorrow for the creatures of this era.
Especially when Qian Yue naturally countered with that question… it made her think of Qiao Xiaoxian.
What a pitiful soul that one was…
Wait, why am I trying to justify her?!
Damn Qiao Xiaoxian! Go to hell! Get out of my mind!
“Speaking of which, Qing Yi Meizi, do you have someone you like?” Qian Yue suddenly asked, pulling Jiang Ke’er’s drifting thoughts back.
“No!” Jiang Ke’er answered firmly, then added, “If you mean a Dao companion kind of affection, not yet… but if you mean friends and family, I have many.”
“Who?” Qian Yue asked curiously.
“For example, Master Yiqin, Senior Sister Mushuang, some unreliable leader, some senior who’s locked up, friends from the Rogue Guild… and you, Senior Sister Qian Yue.”
Qian Yue waited for a long time but didn’t hear the name she wanted to, and was somewhat disappointed.
Yet in the end, she did hear her own name, which made her both laugh and cry.
“Eh? Me?” Qian Yue feigned surprise.
“Yes, Senior Sister Qian Yue is exactly my type!” Jiang Ke’er admitted openly, “Completely the opposite of some terribly annoying guy!”
“I see…”
Qian Yue showed a soft, satisfied smile, making Jiang Ke’er’s heart race.
“All right! That’s enough nurturing for today!” Jiang Ke’er stood, giving one last check to Qian Yue’s wound. Seeing it much smaller, she nodded with satisfaction.
“Mm… thank you for your hard work. Do you want to stay a while longer?”
“No!” Jiang Ke’er said, “I need to make full use of my time to cultivate! There’s a hateful enemy waiting for me to defeat!”
“What kind of person?” Qian Yue asked, feigning curiosity.
“A vicious dragon! I still have many scores to settle with her!” Jiang Ke’er’s eyes sparked with a small flame, suddenly full of fighting spirit.
“Okay then,” Qian Yue covered her mouth and laughed gracefully, “Good luck~”
“Oh, right!” Jiang Ke’er suddenly slapped her forehead, “I forgot to ask earlier, Senior Sister Qian Yue, do you have someone you like?”
“Hm…” Qian Yue lightly tapped her lips with her finger, thought for a moment, then gave Jiang Ke’er a bright smile, “That’s a secret~”
“Ah! So sly!”
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