Honestly, if Xianyue’s wish had been to be with Feng Feiyang, Jiang Chan would never have accepted this mission. Whether Song Bingqing had little time left or not, coveting him had been wrong in principle.
Now Xianyue had finally let go. She no longer hoped for him herself and only wanted him and Song Bingqing to find happiness together. That surprised Jiang Chan. At heart, Xianyue was still kind.
Besides, Jiang Chan had no interest in romance. Traveling and seeing the world was the life she wanted.
To a certain extent, Xianyue’s temperament suited her very well. That was why she had chosen this world.
Song Bingqing’s health was steadily improving. Jiang Chan only needed to bring Feng Feiyang before her at the right moment, and the two would probably come together. The first two requests would then be nearly complete.
Someone with skills really could get by anywhere. Jiang Chan smiled in satisfaction. Fulfilling others’ wishes now came second. Finding things for Qingyuan was the priority.
That would be difficult. Qingyuan herself did not know what she needed. Only when Jiang Chan encountered it in person could she offer a hint. It was a demanding mission.
But traveling would have to wait until the Song family escaped its destruction. In the previous life, rumors had spread through the martial world that the family possessed a miraculous medicine capable of curing illness and prolonging life. That was why they had been massacred.
Unfortunately, Song Bingqing had never seen that medicine, even by her death. Only after she and Xianyue climbed out of the valley and investigated did they discover that the Song family’s enemies, the Bai family, had deliberately spread the rumor.
The Bai family was another major martial-arts family. If the Song family belonged to the first rank, the Bai family led the second. They had always been ambitious and eager to replace the Songs.
Somehow, they learned that the leader of the demonic sect had a beloved concubine in poor health. He cherished her as dearly as his own eyes.
Hearing the news, the demonic sect’s leader immediately grew desperate. What did it matter if the Song family was first rank? With that medicine at stake, his sect thought nothing of them.
Sure enough, one night the demonic sect attacked the Song family. Unfortunately, Song Qin and Song Qiyu died without learning who had dealt them such a cruel blow. Jiang Chan had seen all this in Xianyue’s memories. Having later helped Song Bingqing take revenge, Xianyue knew the details well.
As these thoughts passed through her mind, Jiang Chan’s hands were anything but gentle with Feng Feiyang. Even unconscious, he gave several muffled groans. She resented him. In Xianyue’s previous life, he had been the chief cause of her lonely death.
It would have been strange for Jiang Chan to treat him pleasantly. Besides, he had knocked Dongqing and Rendong unconscious, making her dislike him even more.
After finishing his wounds, she went to the rear courtyard. The children had efficiently prepared dinner. Seeing her, Rendong hurried over and hugged her legs.
“Master, did a bad person bully you?”
Dongqing lectured her solemnly. “Silly. Master is so powerful, no one could bully her. If anyone gets bullied, it would be Master bullying them.”
Their childish remarks dispelled much of Jiang Chan’s gloom. She warned her young disciples, “Have as little contact with this person as possible. Don’t tell him too much about the clinic either.”
Dongqing nodded like a little adult. “We understand, Master.”
Rendong raised her hand too. “Rendong understands!”
The moonlight was beautiful that night. Perhaps because she had basked in it so often in the last world, Jiang Chan liked sitting on the roof on nights with a full moon. Although she could no longer absorb its essence, admiring it with some pastries was a pleasant pastime.
Now she sat on the clinic roof, enjoying tea and pastries without caring about the early-winter chill. Gazing at the watery moonlight, her thoughts drifted to the previous world.
Back then, Mo Yu had accompanied her beneath the moon every night. They cultivated together. Even when they did not cultivate, simply talking was lovely. Most of the time, Mo Yu spoke and Jiang Chan listened.
Later, Feng Qiwu joined them. Their favorite place was the roof of the Sword Sect’s main hall, the highest point in the sect, where they seemed infinitely close to the sky.
Having left that cultivation world, Jiang Chan suddenly missed Mo Yu and Feng Qiwu terribly on a night like this. Were they doing well without her?
Thinking of Mo Yu, she relaxed again. That fellow knew how to look after herself better than anyone.
She tilted her head back for a sip of tea, brushed the pastry crumbs from her hands, and floated lightly down from the roof. Immortal cultivation and martial arts were completely different systems, but they still shared certain principles.
At least when she used her lightness skill, she felt weightless, like a leaf drifting on the wind, without stirring a speck of dust.
Anyone seeing it would have praised her skill. Unfortunately, Xianyue rarely fought others and later lived in seclusion with the Feng clan, so her abilities had never become known in the martial world.
Had she traveled, her looks and martial arts would surely have attracted countless admirers. Unfortunately, her limited experience had left her fixated on Feng Feiyang for a lifetime.
It was getting late, and tomorrow she still had to give Song Bingqing a medicinal bath. Yawning, Jiang Chan returned to her room. Lonely nights did make one remember the past.
By now, she had forgotten all about her uninvited guest. To her, Feng Feiyang belonged to Song Bingqing and had nothing whatsoever to do with Xianyue.
She wondered whether curing Song Bingqing would stop the Bai family from spreading that rumor. But that was years away. Who could predict the future?
After all, Jiang Chan’s arrival was a butterfly whose slightest movement could change the original course of events.
Although she had stayed up late admiring the moon, she rose early. Martial artists had abundant energy. She practiced in the courtyard while Dongqing and Rendong, their little faces serious, stretched their arms and legs and worked on the skills she had taught them.
The children had suffered before and were physically weak. She did not dare begin with fierce, forceful techniques. For now, she simply had them cultivate their internal breath and patiently strengthen their bodies.
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