Chapter 82
Chapter 82: The Heartless Curse?
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She glanced again at Su Wanqing, whose face was full of anxiety and eyes red with tears. Although the aura emanating from her body was steady and heavy, the panic and guilt in her eyes could not be hidden from anyone.
Qingyao’s gaze was extremely complex, and in the end she only sighed silently:
“Put her on the couch first.”
Su Wanqing carefully placed Lin Muyu on the couch covered with soft cushions, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a priceless treasure.
Qingyao immediately put down her medicine pestle and quickly stepped forward, placing her fingertips on Lin Muyu’s wrist pulse.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand with a grave expression and took out two lustrous and plump pills from her medicine gourd, they were clearly extraordinary at first glance.
She circulated her Wood-type spiritual energy and carefully transformed the medicinal power into threads of green silk, guiding them into Lin Muyu’s mouth.
Watching the weak spiritual power slowly circulate within her body, she finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
After completing all this, she turned to Su Wanqing with a heavy tone:
“Junior Sister, this is what you called ‘discussing’?”
Su Wanqing’s face instantly flushed bright red, as if she had been harshly slapped. She lowered her head in shame, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white:
“I… I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t mean to?”
Qingyao’s voice suddenly became stern as she pointed at Lin Muyu lying lifeless on the couch.
“Look what you’ve done to Junior Sister! Didn’t I tell you before to show restraint and wait until she was willing?”
Qingyao had watched Su Wanqing grow up and knew about the unspeakable suffering within her body.
She had thought Su Wanqing would move Lin Muyu with emotion, but never expected it would evolve into such a forced situation.
Faced with Qingyao’s scolding, Su Wanqing stood there like a child who had done something wrong, unable to say a word.
She was now the youngest Golden Core stage cultivator in Qinglan Sect, and many elders in the sect might not be her match, yet at this moment in front of Qingyao.
She was still that junior sister who would be at a loss when making mistakes.
All her pride and strength crumbled to dust before Lin Muyu’s wounds all over her body.
“Forget it, I don’t understand you young people’s affairs.”
Qingyao waved her hand, her tone softening somewhat but still carrying the disappointment of hoping iron could become steel.
“I’ve already given her the medicine. Whether she can pull through still depends on her own will.”
“You’d better think carefully about how to earn her forgiveness when she wakes up.”
Qingyao appeared young but was actually over fifty years old. Because she was devoted to medicine studies, her cultivation remained at the Foundation Establishment stage, which made her Su Wanqing’s senior sister by rank.
She had watched Su Wanqing grow from a cold little girl into the Golden Core cultivator she was today, and truly hadn’t expected her to do such a thing.
Romantic feelings between women were common enough, the sect didn’t encourage it but had never explicitly forbidden it either.
But this kind of forcing… had already crossed the line.
She estimated that Su Wanqing’s internal poison had somehow acted up early, leading to this disaster.
Thinking of this, Qingyao’s expression became stern:
“Extend your hand, let me check your condition.”
“Yes…”
Su Wanqing shamefully raised her hand, her wrist trembling slightly, not daring to meet Qingyao’s eyes.
Qingyao placed her fingers on her pulse, and a pale green spiritual energy slowly probed into her meridians. Initially her expression remained calm, but after a moment, she suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
“How is this possible?”
Su Wanqing’s heart tightened, her heart jumping to her throat:
“Senior Sister, what’s wrong? Is the… poison gotten worse?”
“One piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
Qingyao’s expression was somewhat strange, seeming both shocked and helpless.
“…Let me hear the good news first.”
Su Wanqing hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.
She was afraid the bad news would be too heavy for her to bear.
“The good news is that the poison in your body won’t easily act up again in the future.”
Qingyao spoke slowly, her fingertips still on her pulse, sensing that familiar yet strange spiritual power.
“It could even be said that it’s… no longer poison.”
“Really?”
A flash of joy appeared in Su Wanqing’s eyes, hardly daring to believe her own ears.
All her pain and struggle stemmed from this.
If the poison was gone, even if Lin Muyu hated her for now, perhaps someday she could…
“What about the bad news?”
She quickly asked, her heart filled with unease.
When things were abnormal, there must be something wrong. How could this poison that had tormented her for so long easily get better?
“The bad news is that the poison has already merged with you as one.”
Qingyao’s expression turned grave as she spoke word by word.
“It’s no longer foreign, but has become part of your spiritual power, even… part of your body.”
Su Wanqing’s heart sank heavily, her voice hoarse:
“What… does this mean?”
“It means you’re more likely to lose control.”
Qingyao withdrew her hand and sighed.
“Once you get close to Lin Muyu, you’ll lose your reason and become frenzied, just like the previous times.”
“Is there still a way to resolve this?”
Su Wanqing grabbed Qingyao’s hand, her eyes so red with urgency that her voice carried a sobbing tone.
More likely to lose control?
Then wouldn’t even getting close to Lin Muyu become nothing but a luxury for her?
“Unless you can break through to the Spirit Transformation stage, then perhaps you could completely separate this power.”
Qingyao shook her head, her tone helpless.
“Before then, you’d better keep your distance from your little Junior Sister, the farther the better.”
This sentence struck Su Wanqing’s heart like a bolt from the blue.
Was heaven unwilling to even give her a chance to make amends?
She staggered back a step, bumping into the medicine cabinet behind her with a “clang.” Many medicine bottles fell from the shelf and shattered, scattering powder all over the floor.
“Senior sister Qingyao, please think of another way…”
The usually cold Su Wanqing was now so anxious she was about to cry, grabbing Qingyao’s sleeve and gently shaking it like a helpless child.
“Stop shaking, let me think…”
Qingyao had no choice but to rack her brains as she was shaken.
Seeing Su Wanqing’s red-rimmed eyes, her heart also softened with sympathy.
This was worse than finally seeing a glimmer of hope only to face such a choice again.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up:
“I’ve got it!”
Su Wanqing immediately raised her head, her eyes full of expectation like a drowning person grasping at driftwood:
“What method?”
“I remember there’s a book on the fifth floor of the Scripture Pavilion called 《The Heartless Curse》.”
Qingyao recalled.
“The Heartless Curse?”
Su Wanqing’s heart shook, this name alone carried a chilling air.
Could it be asking her to sever all seven emotions and six desires, completely forgetting all feelings?
But as long as she could get close to Lin Muyu again, even if she became an emotionless block of wood, she would be willing to try.
“I… I’ll give it a try.”
She gritted her teeth, her heart struggling intensely, each word squeezed out from between her teeth.
Seeing her like this, Qingyao couldn’t help but laugh:
“Don’t be fooled by the name. It’s not about making you heartless.”
“It’s not?”
Su Wanqing blinked, hope rekindling in her eyes. Tears swirled in her eye sockets but stubbornly refused to fall.
“No.”
Qingyao explained.
“It’s a cultivation technique that can forcibly suppress emotions when you’re about to lose control.”