After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 9

Lin Xueqing curled his lip; he knew it!

But of course, he couldn’t give up so easily. He had to get to the bottom of it: “Why can’t he be treated? Didn’t you say that everyone in the world can be treated?”

Feng Ruyu said, “There is no ‘why.’ This is my rule.”

Lin Xueqing was half angry and half trying to provoke him, so he said, “I think you just can’t cure him! You’re afraid of ruining your own reputation, so you made up some rubbish rule.”

Feng Ruyu didn’t take the bait, however, and only looked at him with a playful smile: “Say whatever you like; regardless, I simply won’t treat him.”

“You!”

Feng Ruyu remained cheerful: “Oh, you’re getting angry.”

Lin Xueqing was still counting on this man to see to the illness, so naturally, he couldn’t say directly that he was furious.

“I am not.”

“Haha, you are definitely angry!”

Feng Ruyu pointed at Lin Xueqing and laughed.

Lin Xueqing couldn’t endure it anymore and blew his top: “So what if I’m angry? Am I not allowed to be angry? You said you won’t treat Ye Mingjing, and I’m not even allowed to be angry about it?”

Feng Ruyu seemed to feel that his laughing was a bit excessive, so he coaxed him: “Oh, come on, I was just joking with you.”

Lin Xueqing’s eyes lit up: “Does that mean you are actually willing to treat him?”

Feng Ruyu: “I am not.”

An eighteen-year-old youth is at an age where moods fluctuate constantly and faces change quickly.

Lin Xueqing’s face instantly soured: “Get out, get out, get out! If you won’t treat him, then get the hell out!”

Lin Feng and Lin Hai were terrified seeing this scene.

How could their little cousin be so brave?

A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to tell a Yuan Ying (Nascent Soul) stage Ghost Doctor to “get out”? Even if the Hua Shen (Deity Transformation) stage Lin Meimei herself were here, she would likely show the Ghost Doctor some respect.

But strangely enough, Feng Ruyu didn’t get angry. On the contrary, the smile on his face grew deeper.

“Interesting, you brat. The outside world says that the Alchemist Sect’s Lin family produced a little lecher who won’t even let go of a cripple, but as I see it today, you don’t seem to be purely lecherous like everyone says.”

By this point, Lin Xueqing was exhausted from the back-and-forth, his face wooden, completely unwilling to give Feng Ruyu any face.

He sneered, “Can rumors from the outside world be believed? I also heard that the Ghost Doctor Feng Ruyu is a benevolent physician with a compassionate heart! But seeing you today, you’re nothing but a coward.”

“Who are you calling a coward?”

Feng Ruyu’s expression changed, and he slapped the table in anger.

He shouted, “You can call me anything else, but you cannot call me a coward!”

Lin Xueqing slapped the table right back at him: “I’ll say it, I’ll say it! What are you if not a coward? You don’t even dare to see Ye Mingjing. I think you are the most cowardly coward in the world!”

“Who said I don’t dare to see him?”

Feng Ruyu’s expression stiffened, and his demeanor had clearly turned off-kilter.

Lin Xueqing sneered: “Fine, if you say you dare, then come back with me. We won’t make you treat him; just let the two of you meet.”

Feng Ruyu fell silent.

Lin Xueqing pressed his advantage: “You don’t dare, do you? You’re just weak. You’re afraid to see Ye Mingjing because then you’ll have to accept the fact that Feng Ruhui is already dead.”

“He isn’t dead!”

Feng Ruyu suddenly screamed as if he had gone mad.

A Yuan Ying cultivator is truly terrifying.

At his shout, the earth trembled, and the entire tent became precarious and shaky.

“I’ve said it ten thousand times, he isn’t dead!”

Feng Ruyu repeated it once more, his eyes bulging with rage and his sockets rimmed with blood: “I can’t be bothered to explain to you commoners, but I’m telling you, one day I will bring him back to life.”

Lin Xueqing, however, appeared very calm: “Oh, since he isn’t dead, why can’t you go see Ye Mingjing? If Feng Ruhui were here today, do you think he would also beg you to treat Ye Mingjing?”

“…”

“He would, wouldn’t he?”

Lin Xueqing said.

“After all, that is Ye Mingjing. The one who rescued him from a mountain of blades and a sea of blood, who taught him cultivation, who taught him sword techniques, and who protected him countless times.”

“If Feng Ruhui were here… he would surely rather endure all of Ye Mingjing’s injuries himself than let Ye Mingjing suffer even a little grievance.”

“Unfortunately, as his only brother, you cannot understand his heart.”

Lin Xueqing lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Feng Ruyu and Feng Ruhui.

They were a pair of famous brothers in the cultivation world.

The older brother practiced medicine, and the younger brother practiced the sword.

Although they were brothers from the same womb, unfortunately, when the two were about five years old, their parents divorced.

Feng Ruyu followed his eccentric father.

He began wandering the world and practicing medicine.

As for the younger brother, Feng Ruhui, it was thought that by following his gentler mother, he would live a better life.

However, unexpected storms arise in the heavens.

When Feng Ruhui was seven years old, the mother and son accidentally fell into a trap set by demonic cultivators.

The mother died on the spot, and because of his special constitution, Feng Ruhui was kept by the demonic cultivator to be used as a “human medicinal cauldron.”

How cruel the methods of demonic cultivators are.

Let alone a demonic cultivator who uses a child as a medicinal cauldron.

After being turned into a medicinal cauldron.

Feng Ruhui sought life but could not obtain it, and sought death but could not find it.

He thought he would be tortured for the rest of his life, until one day, Ye Mingjing was traveling down the mountain for training and discovered him while hunting an infamous demonic cultivator.

And then, just as Lin Xueqing had said.

Ye Mingjing saved Feng Ruhui and used various methods to suppress the various medicinal toxins in his body, allowing him to begin practicing the sword.

Time flew by.

Feng Ruhui transformed from the medicinal cauldron of those years into a sword cultivator capable of standing on his own, a lively and smiling youth.

The two brothers were also reunited after many years, a family together again.

However, good times don’t last.

The endings of stories often don’t go as people wish.

The Great War between Good and Evil broke out fully. Ye Mingjing felt it was his duty, and Feng Ruhui, as his subordinate, naturally followed him through his campaigns across the north and south.

There was no need to say more about what happened later.

The battlefield is heartless.

Even someone as strong as Ye Mingjing eventually ended up with his meridians severed and his golden core shattered.

How much worse was it for Feng Ruhui, whose cultivation was far inferior to Ye Mingjing’s?

On the day Feng Ruhui died in battle, his body was cut in half at the waist by a demonic cultivator, and he spat out blood.

At that time, he lay in Ye Mingjing’s arms and said only one last sentence:

“Exalted One, help me… help me say sorry to my brother. I promised him I would go home and cook dumplings to eat, but I can’t do it anymore…”

Then, he closed his eyes completely.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had already passed.

“Feng Ruyu, I won’t force you to make a decision, and I certainly won’t beg you. I only hope you think carefully about whether or not you want to see Ye Mingjing. After all—”

Pausing, Lin Xueqing said, “This might be your last chance to see him.”

“…”

A long silence.

Quiet.

The expression on Feng Ruyu’s face flickered with shifting emotions.

Countless times, his lips trembled as if he wanted to say some lethal, harsh words, terrifying Lin Feng and Lin Hai; but countless times, those words were swallowed back down.

Time passed slowly.

Until a servant from the Lin family came out to deliver a message.

Asking why the person hadn’t been changed yet, as the patients outside couldn’t wait any longer.

Finally, Feng Ruyu took a deep breath and, essentially giving up on his resistance, said:

“Fine, fine, fine! I’ll go, alright!”

Lin Xueqing was overjoyed: “Really?”

Feng Ruyu wore a sour face: “Shall I take it back then?”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t! The Great Ghost Doctor’s word is worth a thousand gold pieces; how could there be any reason to take back what you’ve said?” Lin Xueqing said very flatteringly.

Feng Ruyu was stunned: “You brat, does your face change that quickly?”

Just a moment ago, he was a cold-faced cool guy.

In a turn, he had become a flattering sycophant; this contrast… Feng Ruyu almost thought he had been replaced by another person.

Lin Xueqing, however, didn’t think there was anything wrong with this change in attitude. He said innocently, “Just now was just now, and now is now. Now that the Great Ghost Doctor has agreed to go and treat my wife, I must naturally show a more respectful attitude.”

Feng Ruyu: “That makes sense.”

Feng Ruyu smiled: “Fine, it’s been interesting meeting a brat like you on this trip out. I’ve accepted your matter. Wait for me to go back and tidy up, and after I’ve dried my medicinal herbs, I will see you at the Valley of Sustaining Heaven in half a month.”

“What? Half a month?”

Hearing this, Lin Xueqing felt like the sky was falling: “Will I even be alive by then?”

“What, is Ye Mingjing’s illness very serious right now?”

“Not exactly, the illness has always been that same illness.”

Lin Xueqing confessed honestly: “But he only gave me three days, and I’m scared.”

Feng Ruyu: “…………”

It had to be said.

Having witnessed how Ye Mingjing educated Feng Ruhui.

He understood all too well.

Thus, breaking his own precedent, Feng Ruyu didn’t care about the medicinal herbs in his hut. He simply packed his luggage and set off with Lin Xueqing.

Of course, Lin Xueqing took Feng Ruyu away.

He didn’t forget the patients still waiting in line outside.

After Lin Feng witnessed his “medical practice” process, he took the initiative to stay behind to treat everyone. Lin Xueqing not only left a large batch of spirit pills but also left all the servants to help.

As for Lin Hai, Feng Ruyu, and Lin Xueqing himself, they didn’t dare delay for a moment, traveling day and night by flying boat to rush back.

The return journey naturally involved burning spirit stones.

Seeing this, Feng Ruyu was stunned again: “Where exactly did you get so much money?”

Lin Xueqing gave a “hehe” laugh and scratched his head: “It’s alright, it’s all earned by my mother.”

There was no lack of envy in Feng Ruyu’s eyes: “Everyone says the Alchemist Sect’s Lin family does big business. I didn’t feel it before, but I really feel it now.”

“It’s okay, maybe not the richest in the cultivation world, but we can fight for second or third.”

“…Damned rich people!”

There wasn’t enough time for the second half of the journey.

Seeing Lin Xueqing as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, Feng Ruyu also lent a hand to help.

With a Yuan Ying expert helping, the speed of the flying boat naturally increased by two or three times. The good thing was that they not only caught up with time but even arrived at the Valley of Sustaining Heaven several hours early.

The downside was that the flying boat was too fast.

Lin Xueqing got motion sick.

Having been dizzy and nauseated the whole way, he naturally pitched forward when landing and fell heavily.

Fortunately, this time Lin Hai had experience.

He caught him ahead of time, so he didn’t hit his head, but his clothes were worn out a bit more.

“Cousin, why don’t you change your clothes?”

Lin Hai said.

Lin Xueqing was so anxious he couldn’t care about changing clothes, even if it were a one-click costume change. He said, “What’s there to change for? This ‘battle-damaged’ look is exactly what’s needed to show how hard I worked traveling day and night.”

Lin Hai: “?”

Why show how hard you worked traveling day and night?

Lin Xueqing didn’t have time to explain; he just turned around and pulled Feng Ruyu along, saying, “Quick, let’s not say more, we have to find Ye Mingjing immediately.”

Time was really running out.

The pigpen warning was imminent, and Lin Xueqing didn’t dare delay for a second.

But when the three of them hurried to the small courtyard where Ye Mingjing was staying, they saw the doors wide open and the inside completely empty.

Lin Xueqing felt his heart skip a beat and asked helplessly, “Where is he?”

He couldn’t have gone looking for a pigpen, could he!

At that moment, a familiar outer disciple came running in stumbling and shouting, “Young Master, Young Master, this is bad! You’re finally back!”

“What happened? Where is Sword Master Mingjing?”

The disciple was so scared his tears were almost coming out: “Sword Master Mingjing, he… he…”

“What exactly happened to him? Speak quickly.”

“He was called away by Young Master Rong. Young Master Rong said… said… he wanted to ‘exchange moves’ with him!”