The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Disturbed Mind

Inside the courtyard, the room door was opened time after time, and the bitter smell of herbal medicine drifted into the room with every opening and closing movement.

“How is he?”

As Ye Zhaoyan pushed open the door, she saw Hua Xueqiong walking toward her, who had clearly been standing outside for an unknown amount of time. The latter was frowning, not even noticing the fallen leaves on her body.

“He has a high fever; I can only use herbs to keep him stable for now.” Ye Zhaoyan shook her head gently at her.

Seeing the worry deepen on Hua Xueqiong’s face, Ye Zhaoyan explained: “The symptoms are caused by heart demons disturbing the mind. His dantian is restless; he needs an extremely cold spiritual medicine to suppress it before there can be a resolution.”

“Where can an extremely cold spiritual medicine be found?” Hua Xueqiong asked immediately.

Ye Zhaoyan shook her head, her expression grave: “This kind of spiritual medicine usually grows in places of extreme cold. It is likely hard to find in the Immortal Realm; even if it can be found, one would have to go to the North Sea. The North Sea is distant; traveling back and forth by sword would take over half a month, let alone staying to search. In his current state, he cannot wait that long.”

Hua Xueqiong fell silent.

Before Big Brother left, he had instructed her to take good care of that person and not let him lose his life, but now she actually had no solution at all…

Seeing her hang her head, Ye Zhaoyan offered comfort: “It’s not that there are no other ways. I have some cold-natured spiritual medicines on hand that can temporarily stabilize his heart meridians. Although they aren’t as good as an extremely cold spiritual medicine, they can buy some time at least enough to last until Lin Qinghan returns.”

Hearing this, Hua Xueqiong couldn’t help but turn her head away. After a long time, she said in a low voice, “I don’t know when Big Brother will return…”

“You should trust Master Lin; you know his capabilities better than I do.” Ye Zhaoyan gave her a serene smile.

Although she was also anxious in her heart, perhaps because she had spent half a month with Lin Qinghan and witnessed his strength, she instinctively felt that he could handle it and was simply waiting for him to arrive.

Hua Xueqiong froze, looking up at Ye Zhaoyan. Seeing that the other was not just offering comfort but was sincere, her restless heart gradually calmed down under that gaze.

Big Brother will always have a way, Hua Xueqiong thought.

“A-Yan! A-Yan!”

Ye Zhaoyan looked up and saw Shen Miaomiao running toward them in a hurry, clutching a large wooden box in her arms.

“A-Han is back! And he brought spiritual medicine!”

Hua Xueqiong turned her head abruptly and saw that flash of green behind the jubilant girl. Even though she knew Big Brother would be fine, her eyes still couldn’t help but redden upon seeing that familiar figure.

“I’ve troubled Miss Ye to worry.”

Lin Qinghan arrived with a slow, measured pace. He lightly patted Hua Xueqiong’s shoulder to soothe her before looking up at Ye Zhaoyan.

Seeing this, Shen Miaomiao hurriedly opened the wooden box and held it up to Ye Zhaoyan.

“I’ll have to ask Miss Ye to check for me if that Perfected One cheated me.” Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow slightly as he spoke.

Hearing his joke, Ye Zhaoyan’s expression couldn’t help but relax a bit as she turned her gaze to the wooden box. Upon seeing the contents clearly, even she, who had seen many spiritual medicines, was startled. She looked at Lin Qinghan and asked tentatively, “Is this… the Snow Spirit Ganoderma?”

Seeing her surprised expression, Lin Qinghan nodded, thinking that Perfected Yunyin hadn’t scammed him after all: “Mm.”

“Does this mean it can be used in the medicine now?” Shen Miaomiao asked at the appropriate time.

Hearing this, Ye Zhaoyan nodded to Lin Qinghan.

In an instant, the expressions of everyone in the courtyard relaxed considerably.

“Miaomiao, grind this spiritual medicine and divide it into six portions. Take one portion and fill the prescription according to this formula.” Ye Zhaoyan handed the formula to Shen Miaomiao, then looked at Hua Xueqiong nearby. “This formula needs to be brewed with the support of spiritual energy; the heat must not change for a full hour. Miaomiao’s skills are still lacking, so I’ll have to trouble the Second Sect Leader to assist.”

Hua Xueqiong agreed without a second thought.

Watching the two leave, Lin Qinghan turned to Ye Zhaoyan, about to tease her by asking what she wanted to talk to him about this time, only to see the smile vanish from her face as she stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.

“Men and women should maintain proper distance, Miss Ye.” Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow.

Ye Zhaoyan completely ignored his words, placing her fingers on his pulse, her expression growing increasingly grave.

“You underwent bone marrow cleansing?!” Ye Zhaoyan suddenly looked up at him, her tone unusually heavy.

Lin Qinghan pulled his right hand back, his expression calm: “It’s not a major matter.”

Hearing his casual tone, Ye Zhaoyan knit her brows tightly: “Not a major matter? Marrow cleansing is an act of defying destiny. One slight mistake and the foundation will be completely destroyed; in severe cases, even one’s life might not be preserved.”

“Mm.”

Looking at Lin Qinghan’s unruffled expression, the rest of Ye Zhaoyan’s reprimands suddenly stopped.

She looked up at Lin Qinghan; those eyes, which usually held a watery smile, showed no ripples because of her words.

Lin Qinghan knew the consequences of marrow cleansing, yet he went ahead and did it anyway. Ye Zhaoyan looked at him with a frown, her tone puzzled: “Why?”

Lin Qinghan avoided her gaze and gave no response.

“Because of the Gu parasite in your body?” Ye Zhaoyan asked suddenly.

“This was my own choice,” Lin Qinghan replied softly.

Ye Zhaoyan was silenced.

Seeing her silent, Lin Qinghan felt he shouldn’t have answered so directly. But since Ye Zhaoyan said they were friends, he felt he shouldn’t lie to a friend.

Regardless, whether it was Ye Zhaoyan or Shen Miaomiao, their Favorability points were no longer of much use to him. He would only be using this identity for another seven or eight days at most, so being direct didn’t matter. Lin Qinghan looked to the side, with no intention of speaking.

“Does it hurt?”

Lin Qinghan turned his head abruptly.

Ye Zhaoyan was looking at him, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Her slender eyes held no disappointment or surprise, but rather worry and heartache.

Lin Qinghan suddenly lowered his eyes: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Seeing him like this, the anger in Ye Zhaoyan’s heart turned into heartache. After a long while, she only let out a soft sigh and said helplessly, “I’ll go prepare some medicine for you later. You must take it every day; don’t forget.”

“Mm.”

With that, Ye Zhaoyan shook her head helplessly and turned to pull the room door open.

Hearing the creaking sound, Lin Qinghan lifted his head, his gaze falling on the top of Ye Zhaoyan’s head.

A massive “80” appeared prominently.

After the door closed, Lin Qinghan withdrew his gaze, stood in the courtyard for a while, and then left.

Ling Yanhe woke up in the dead of night.

No candles were lit in the room; only the hazy moonlight filtered through the window, providing a faint glow.

A surge of heat followed by a surge of cold within his body—a double heaven of ice and fire—pulled Ling Yanhe’s somewhat muddled consciousness back to reality.

His pitch-black eyes blended into the darkness, surreptitiously observing his surroundings. His gaze swept over everything nearby, stopping abruptly when he saw a faint figure beside him.

Ling Yanhe stared over there. The room was too dark, so he looked intently toward that direction, and fine threads also began to wrap around his fingertips.

Suddenly, the threads stopped.

A light breeze blew in, pushing the tightly closed window open by a crack. More moonlight poured in, hitting the person’s face.

It was Lin Qinghan.

Ling Yanhe quietly watched Lin Qinghan’s features.

He was too pale.

Whether it was because the moonlight was too white or for some other reason, Lin Qinghan’s jade-like face was illuminated into a state of even greater whiteness, appearing almost fragile and sickly.

Ling Yanhe lifted his hand, slightly pulling back the blanket over him, wanting to sit up.

But the person beside him moved.

The hand that had been reaching for the blanket paused, then stopped inconspicuously, slowly returning to the bed.

Lin Qinghan was awake, sitting by his bed right now, and those familiar eyes were looking at him, Ling Yanhe thought.

What was the other thinking?

If he were Lin Qinghan, he would not hesitate to take this opportunity to kill himself; it was an excellent chance.

But Lin Qinghan would not do such a thing.

Lin Qinghan sat for a while, then moved his gaze from the bed to somewhere further away. Afterward, he stood up, his steps light and slow, the sound growing distant.

Ling Yanhe closed his eyes. Suddenly, a familiar clear fragrance enveloped him, and a gauze-like sleeve accidentally drifted down, lightly brushing against his face.

his breathing suddenly quickened for a moment, then was suppressed by him.

But that sleeve remained draped over his face, not moving for a long time, keeping his heart suspended high.

A soft laugh fell, and Ling Yanhe’s breathing hitched.

The gauze was lifted away. A fingertip brushed over his heart, pausing for a brief second before drifting away like willow catkins.

Ling Yanhe snapped his eyes open. Lin Qinghan’s figure was already gone from the room. He turned his gaze toward the window by the bed, which was now tightly shut, without even a crack left.

He sat in the room, but his mind did not return for a long time.

What on earth was Lin Qinghan thinking?

The streets were bustling with the sound of people and constant hawking. In the noisy and lively market, two men dressed in simple, plain clothes blended in, yet they still caused people around them to look sideways.

“Big Brother.” Although Wen Leyou liked to have fun, he rarely walked on the street without even using a transformation spell. Looking at the gazes thrown their way, he wished he could bury his head in the ground. He could only quickly use his sleeve to shield himself while speaking softly to Lin Qinghan: “Is the herbal medicine Miss Ye asked us to buy enough? There are so many people here…”

“Mm.” Hearing Wen Leyou’s tactful expression of wanting to go home, Lin Qinghan responded with total disregard.

Hearing this, Wen Leyou instantly lost his steam. He could only brace himself and walk down the street, while a thousand regretful thoughts flew through his mind.

Originally, when Ye Zhaoyan suggested someone go down the mountain to buy medicine, Wen Leyou hadn’t intended to go. For some reason, since waking up from the illusion that day, he felt his feelings for Ye Zhaoyan were very strange.

It seemed… not as intense as before?

But when Lin Qinghan spoke up and said he would go, Wen Leyou, who had been about to leave, heard this and quietly raised his hand as well.

After all, he had thrown a drunken tantrum and caused a scene with Big Brother a few days ago. Although Lin Qinghan hadn’t shown anything and treated him as usual, he still felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

He thought he could use the opportunity of buying medicine to get close to Big Brother and erase the estrangement from a few days ago.

But once they reached the market, he regretted it. The estrangement with Big Brother might be gone, but his face was going to be lost along with it.

Wen Leyou looked at the undisguised gazes around them, his heart feeling like dead ashes.

“The last apothecary.” Lin Qinghan spoke suddenly, handing the paper with the herb list into his hand. “I’ll wander elsewhere. Once you’re finished buying, find a place with fewer people and wait for me.”

In an instant, Wen Leyou felt as if he had been granted a massive amnesty. Before he even had time to ask what Lin Qinghan was going to do, he grabbed the paper and ran straight in the direction Lin Qinghan pointed.

Once Wen Leyou’s figure vanished from Lin Qinghan’s sight, the latter calmly scanned the surroundings, then set off forward.

The market was crowded, and his pace was fast. In no time, that flash of green was hidden in the crowd, leaving no trace.

“Where is he?!” a man dressed in coarse cloth said to the person beside him.

But he didn’t receive a response from his companion; instead, he was met with a sharp blade across his neck.

The man’s body stiffened. He turned around rigidly and met a coldness that was unfathomably deep.

“Take me to see Concubine Xu,” Lin Qinghan said coldly.

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