Chapter 50 : Fairy Sister
Chapter 50: Fairy Sister
In the small courtyard.
Li Yunqing’s figure danced gracefully.
Explosive bursts rang out sharply through the air, and her entire being was immersed in the fist art.
Jiang Jing sat upright at the wooden table, his dark eyes following Li Yunqing’s every movement.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, producing steady ‘du-du’ sounds.
“What a good mindset!”
“If not for that little temper, no one would be able to tell she’s only fifteen!”
Thoughts surged through Jiang Jing’s mind, and he suddenly recalled the scene at the engagement banquet.
Back then, when she had been watched by nearly forty or fifty people from the major families, Li Yunqing had still remained quiet and composed, her emotions utterly steady, without the slightest ripple.
She had none of the bashfulness of an ordinary young girl, no timidity, and had not even avoided the gazes of the crowd.
It was as if the one standing on the stage at that time had not been herself at all.
Those people had all been prominent figures in Qingzhou City. If it had been anyone else under such scrutiny, it would have been impossible for them to remain so calm.
And now, he had stayed in this courtyard for a long time, watching her for a long time as well.
Li Yunqing seemed utterly unaware of him. She had not spoken a single word, and the movements of her fist art had not faltered in the slightest, as if he, a full-grown man, simply did not exist.
Jiang Jing believed that if it were any other woman, being watched by him for so long, she could not possibly remain like this.
“Am I being ignored? Or is she pretending?”
Jiang Jing simply could not see through Li Yunqing’s heart.
Although Li Yunqing was clearly right in front of him, she still gave him a sense of mystery, as though veiled in mist, making him want to explore further.
As for teasing a fifteen-year-old girl, he did not feel the slightest discomfort.
At thirty, he was at the height of his years.
Given his status and position, if he merely opened his mouth, the families of all Qingzhou City would probably send their unmarried daughters into his chambers.
Such things were entirely commonplace.
By evening, just as the sun had set, crimson clouds spread across the sky, and the entire courtyard seemed covered in a layer of golden light.
Mingyu Fist experience +97.
Mingyu Fist (Mastery 788/1000.)
As the words flashed before her eyes, Li Yunqing felt the skin all over her body tremble slightly.
It was as if countless crystalline, jade-like threads were weaving through her skin, interlacing rapidly into a single whole, like threads knitting a garment.
That tingling, numbing itch rose once more from every part of her body.
She bit her lip faintly, took a deep breath, and her body instantly tensed.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, all the strange sensations receded like a tide.
“Seventh skin tempering… so fast!”
Li Yunqing’s eyes shone, and she felt even more satisfied with the speed at which her strength was increasing.
Jiang Yu was extremely talented. His father had once said he possessed the bearing of a peerless Grandmaster, yet at eighteen he was only at the Upper Tier of the Initial Realm, perhaps on the verge of perfection at any moment.
But compared to her speed, the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.
After all, she had not even been cultivating for a full month.
Children of great families used medicinal baths from a young age to nourish their bodies and blood qi, laying foundations from the age of twelve or thirteen.
At fourteen or fifteen, they would formally take a master and begin cultivation. Counted that way, Jiang Yu had cultivated for four or five years to reach the Upper Tier of the Initial Realm.
Compared with that, her less than one month was not even worth mentioning.
Closing her eyes slightly, letting her awareness sink into her body, Li Yunqing could clearly feel the jade-white and green-jade forces intertwining within her, spread throughout her entire body.
At every moment, they were nourishing and tempering her flesh.
In particular, the green-jade force was more than half again as much as the Mingyu Force.
The combination of the two was what had given her the cultivation speed she had now.
“At most three more days, and I’ll step into the Middle Tier of the Initial Realm.”
“At that time, the Mingyu Fist will also reach perfection.”
She raised her head to glance at the sky, then called Xiaolan and headed out of the martial hall.
Forty guards surrounded the carriage as it moved grandly through the street.
“Miss, look—your future husband is really attentive to you!”
Xiaolan smiled and pointed at the armored soldiers on the street, muttering softly, “I noticed it this morning. There are a lot more soldiers on this street now.”
“They’re obviously here to protect you, Miss.”
Hearing Xiaolan’s words, Li Yunqing looked outside, smiled soundlessly, and paid it no mind.
“Miss, I heard the direct heir of the Qin Family has rented an entire restaurant on this street.”
“Every morning and evening, without fail, he sits by the window. Does he also like you, Miss?”
“Oh right, and that direct heir of the Zhou Family seems to be doing the same.”
Li Yunqing raised a hand and knocked lightly on Xiaolan’s forehead. “Stop gossiping. Put your mind on cultivation.”
“In the future, I’ll really need you to protect me!”
Qingzhou City seemed large, but the movements of those young masters from the great families spread quickly as well.
She had no interest in such meaningless matters. From beginning to end, all she had done was strive to improve herself, never daring to slacken for even a moment.
If she had few things to rely on, then she had to work hard to become stronger, until she herself became her own support.
“Miss, my talent doesn’t seem very good. Will you dislike me for it?”
At the mention of martial practice, Xiaolan looked distressed.
It had already been nearly a month. Even with a supply of Blood Qi Pills, she was still some distance away from reaching minor mastery in her fist art.
As for entering the martial ranks, it would probably be difficult to achieve in less than a year.
“I won’t!”
Li Yunqing pinched Xiaolan’s cheek. “You grew up with me. In matters close to my person, besides you, I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”
Since childhood, it had always been Xiaolan who attended closely to her—clothing, food, shelter, and daily life, never missing a single detail.
In that regard, she truly did trust Xiaolan.
“Then I’m relieved!”
The bitterness on Xiaolan’s face vanished instantly. Linking arms with Li Yunqing, she said softly, “I’ll cultivate properly.”
“What are you doing?”
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out on the street.
More than a dozen armored soldiers immediately gathered around the carriage, watching the ragged figures ahead of them with vigilance.
“Plop!”
At the sight of those fierce-looking soldiers, the group of figures all dropped to their knees and began kowtowing repeatedly toward the Li Family carriage.
“Miss, please save us!”
The weak, feeble voices instantly made the entire street noisy.
“Miss, it’s a group of commoners. They’re probably here seeking treatment!”
The carriage came to a stop at once, and Elder Xu’s voice sounded from outside.
The title of Qingzhou’s greatest beauty had long since resounded throughout the city, and her reputation as the disciple of a Divine Physician could likewise no longer be concealed.
“Seeking treatment?”
Li Yunqing’s brow moved slightly, and her awareness instantly spread outward, everything outside becoming clear in her perception.
“Please, Miss, save us! The other physicians can’t cure our illness!”
“Those physicians said Miss is the disciple of a Divine Physician and can cure us!”
Listening to those pleading cries, Li Yunqing’s awareness instantly settled upon them.
“These symptoms… an epidemic?”
Her mind suddenly recalled the Plague Qi from two days ago.
Although Qingzhou City had indeed been somewhat chaotic recently due to the purge of the God-Worship Sect believers, there had been no disasters or calamities—so how could Plague Qi have appeared?
“Grandpa Xu, buy a bucket of boiling water from the nearby shops, and borrow a few bowls as well!”
After pondering for a moment, Li Yunqing still stepped out of the carriage.
There were soldiers patrolling the street, along with her family’s forty guards and Elder Xu, so there would be no danger.
Since she had encountered them, it would do no harm to treat them.
Moreover, Plague Qi could also enhance the power of the Medicine King Force and quicken her cultivation speed.
There was no reason to turn a blind eye to a group of pitiful commoners.
She looked toward the dozen or so ragged commoners, her gaze falling on one woman who was holding a child.
She stepped forward, crouched before the woman, and looked at the little girl in her arms.
The little girl was only five or six years old, thin and frail, but her eyes were bright. The moment she saw Li Yunqing, they seemed to sparkle.
“Big sister, are you a fairy?”
“Can you save us?”
The little girl’s voice was weak, but her bright, clear eyes were full of hope as she stared unblinkingly at Li Yunqing.
“Give me your hand. I need to take your pulse before I know whether I can save you.”
Li Yunqing’s tone was gentle, and a smile appeared on her face as well.
To be born into a chaotic world of demons and monsters was already unfortunate. She might not be able to help everyone, nor did she possess any grand ambition to save the world.
But since she had encountered them, acting according to her heart—regardless of good or evil—was not wrong.
At Li Yunqing’s words, the little girl instinctively drew her hand back, shrinking further into the woman’s arms.
Her voice was very low, filled with deep fear and unease.
“Fairy sister… I’m dirty!”