Saving the White Moonlight Chapter 62

The Heavenly Heart Lotus Seed’s repair was far from over. After Su Qian’er stopped bleeding, the pain in her body did not stop. Instead, it dug deeper into her bones.
This was not an exaggerated description. She could already feel her bones starting from her spine, breaking inch by inch and being crushed into mud by a strange force.
Su Qian’er even thought that perhaps she should not have wished to cultivate. Maybe simply dying would be better.
Sweat blurred Su Qian’er’s eyes, and her mind went blank from the pain. Someone was speaking beside her ear, telling her she absolutely could not fall asleep, that she had to hold on until the end, and that her body would definitely be repaired.
Su Qian’er thought that with this much pain, even if she wanted to faint, it probably would not be possible.
More frightening than breaking and crushing bones was regrowth. In the places that had shattered earlier, new bones grew out of nowhere. The feeling of gradually filling the gaps, that numb itch of new bone and flesh growing, was enough to drive a person mad.
Su Qian’er’s blurry eyes looked toward the two women anxiously guarding beside her bed. If their attitudes had not been so sincere, Su Qian’er would have suspected they were deliberately harming her.
Had she been too naive to trust these two so easily?
Seeing Su Qian’er in such pain, Yun Mixue could not bear it. She had not expected repairing an inborn defect with a Heavenly Heart Lotus Seed to be this painful.
“It is reshaping her whole body,” Yan Zhuguang said while watching Su Qian’er’s condition. This kind of complete transformation and repair did look rather frightening. “The pain now is temporary. Once she endures this, she will be reborn.”
Su Qian’er heard it and took a while to react. Then she thought negatively that saying this from the side was easy. Why not try it herself and see what it felt like? Su Qian’er even felt that she might be tortured to death by the pain.
Right now, Su Qian’er did not feel comforted at all. She only felt the other person did not understand because she was not the one suffering.
She was truly muddled by pain to have such thoughts.
Yan Zhuguang did not know that Su Qian’er’s heart was now full of resentment because of the pain. Even if she knew, she would not care.
Did Yan Zhuguang not understand because she was not the one suffering? What did she not understand? In her last life, she had come through this same way. She had experienced worse pain than this.
Was it not only changing blood and bones? After the bones shattered, they would be repaired again. What was there to fear?
To Yan Zhuguang, as long as it helped her cultivation, what did a little pain matter? Had Su Qian’er been protected too well? Was she unwilling to suffer even this little hardship?
The system felt a little sympathy for Su Qian’er. It had watched how Host ruthlessly dealt with her own body. This level of pain probably could not stir even the slightest sympathy from Host.
This repair lasted quite a long time, long enough that the Qiao family members could not help coming to ask.
Hiding it would only draw suspicion. Su Qian’er had already taken the Heavenly Heart Lotus Seed, and the Qiao family could no longer stop it, so Yun Mixue told the Qiao family members about the matter.
The Qiao family members could not help coming to check. They found that although Su Qian’er looked pained, her body was indeed improving, so they half-believed Yun Mixue and Yan Zhuguang.
The Qiao family left some people here to wait with the two of them, and someone else sent a message to Qiao Zhenbang.
Yun Mixue and Yan Zhuguang had acted first and reported later, catching the Qiao family off guard. But in the end, they had good intentions, and aside from looking like she was in great pain, Su Qian’er showed nothing abnormal. The Qiao family could only pinch their noses and accept it.
Only, when the Qiao family members asked what spiritual medicine they had given Su Qian’er, Yun Mixue stayed silent, while Yan Zhuguang played dumb and only said it had been entrusted by an old friend. She claimed not to know anything else.
This made things difficult for the Qiao family. They at least needed to know what she had eaten. Since childhood, Su Qian’er had wasted countless spiritual pills and medicines to no use. What spiritual medicine had these two brought that actually worked?
The Qiao family members cared about Su Qian’er’s spiritual medicine and refused to give up. Yan Zhuguang would not give in no matter soft or hard pressure and refused to say anything. Yun Mixue said nothing and only protected Yan Zhuguang in front of her. The two sides fell into a stalemate.
No matter how powerful the Qiao family was, only the upper levels of the main family had the right to speak equally with Fenghua Immortal Sect.
Yun Mixue and Yan Zhuguang were, respectively, Fenghua Immortal Sect’s titled eldest disciple and an inner sect disciple. Among the Qiao family members here, not one could compare with them.
Putting aside the difference in status, even in terms of strength, Yun Mixue’s Nascent Soul cultivation stood here. A few Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators had no right to point fingers at them.
Although showing power in someone else’s home was not exactly proper, they had been entrusted by Su Qian’er’s birth father, and Su Qian’er herself had agreed to take the spiritual medicine. To protect Yan Zhuguang’s secret from leaking, Yun Mixue could only show some authority.
The Qiao family was somewhat dissatisfied with Yun Mixue and Yan Zhuguang. Their Qiao branch family had indeed suffered a great disaster, but they still had the main Qiao family behind them. Su Qian’er was their family’s young lady. These two from Fenghua Immortal Sect had privately brought medicine for Su Qian’er and refused to reveal anything. It was far too high-handed.
The mood between the two sides became very subtle.
Only when Su Qian’er’s pain eased did the pressure between them soften a little.
Su Qian’er groaned softly and suddenly sat up from the bed. The sudden strength filling her whole body startled everyone in the room.
She ignored the strange mood in the room, grabbed the blanket on the bed, and roughly wiped away the filth expelled during her body’s transformation.
She raised her arm, where some pale skin showed, and looked at it. Then she clenched her fist hard and squeezed her own arm. Her eyes were full of joy.
She jumped off the bed and hopped around on the floor. “I’m better, I’m better, I really am better!”
Su Qian’er excitedly announced it to everyone. Seeing her filthy appearance, Yan Zhuguang kindly offered her a dust-cleansing talisman.
Su Qian’er took the talisman and slapped it onto herself without thinking, cleaning away the filth on her body and dress. Then she happily jumped to Yan Zhuguang’s side and held one of Yan Zhuguang’s hands with both of hers. “Thank you, thank you, Miss Yan! You gave me a new life!”
She paused and looked at Yun Mixue. “Senior Yun, thank you too.”
Yun Mixue looked at the hand she was using to hold Yan Zhuguang’s. Seeing that Yan Zhuguang was quietly trying to pull her hand back but could not break free, Yun Mixue smiled at Su Qian’er. “Miss Su, there is no need to thank us. This matter was also entrusted by an old friend. The spiritual medicine was not mine either. It was Zhuguang’s.”
Su Qian’er withdrew her gaze and solemnly thanked Yan Zhuguang again. “Thank you, Miss Yan. I can feel that I can cultivate now. You do not know how important this is to me.”
She seemed made of water. As she spoke, tears filled her eyes and spilled over in the next moment.
Yan Zhuguang’s hand was being held, so she could not pull it away too forcefully. She also could not stand seeing others cry. Now, facing Su Qian’er’s direct attack, her heart went numb, and she was completely at a loss.
Su Qian’er kept thanking Yan Zhuguang. Yan Zhuguang followed along and comforted her a few times, but it did nothing. She could not help turning her head to ask Yun Mixue for help.
Yun Mixue originally felt it was a little improper for Su Qian’er to hold Zhuguang like this. But seeing Zhuguang rarely look so helpless, she could not help finding it funny.
This little troublemaker, who was usually afraid of nothing under heaven, was actually afraid of someone crying. Yun Mixue had finally found Yan Zhuguang’s weakness.
Of course, Yun Mixue still helped Yan Zhuguang out. She said to Su Qian’er, “Miss Su, now that you have recovered, why not send a message to Family Head Qiao? He will surely be very happy to receive the news.”
Su Qian’er froze. She let go of Yan Zhuguang’s hand and only then remembered. “Right, I need to send a message to Grandfather. He should be very happy.”
Yan Zhuguang’s hand was finally freed, and she let out a strong breath of relief.
The system covered its mouth and rolled around in the system space, afraid that if it accidentally laughed aloud and Host heard, she would become angry from embarrassment. It was rare to see Host so stifled. Why was it so happy?
Yan Zhuguang moved closer to Yun Mixue’s side. If Su Qian’er tried to grab her again, she would hide behind Senior Sister.
Seeing her rare cautious appearance, Yun Mixue could not help smiling and moved cooperatively.
Su Qian’er looked at the Qiao family members who, after she became lively, had only come forward to show concern and had said nothing else. “I want to send a message to Grandfather. I will have to trouble you brothers and sisters to help.”
One Qiao family member said, “The family head has already been notified. He will arrive soon.”
Su Qian’er frowned. “I want to tell Grandfather myself.”
“Miss, you still cannot carve a message onto a transmission talisman.”
“Do you have no other way?” Su Qian’er twisted the edge of her clothes. “I only want to tell Grandfather myself. Just a few words are enough.”
“What does Qian’er want to tell Grandfather?” With a creak, the door opened. Qiao Zhenbang pushed it open and entered. Seeing Su Qian’er lively and rosy, he was pleasantly surprised. “Qian’er, you are better?”
Su Qian’er came to Qiao Zhenbang’s side and nodded. “Mm. Grandfather, look. I am already better.”
Qiao Zhenbang held Su Qian’er’s wrist and sent spiritual sense into her body to scan it. Finding that her body, once born lacking, was now truly whole and unharmed, Qiao Zhenbang became very excited. He held Su Qian’er’s shoulders with both hands and patted them, moved as he said, “Good, good, very good!”
The grandfather and granddaughter were happy for a while. Only then did Qiao Zhenbang apologize to Yan Zhuguang and Yun Mixue. “I was so happy for a moment that I neglected you two. I was rude.”
“Thank you both for the gift of medicine.” Qiao Zhenbang bent and bowed to Yun Mixue and Yan Zhuguang.
Yun Mixue and Yan Zhuguang avoided it with great understanding. Yun Mixue said, “Family Head Qiao need not do this.”
Yan Zhuguang said, “It is good that Miss Su could recover.”
After Qiao Zhenbang straightened, his face carried some hesitation. He bowed to Yun Mixue again. “This junior hurried back also because I had an unreasonable request. Now that Qian’er’s body has recovered, this junior will thicken his face and say it.”
“Senior knows that my Qiao family is now unstable. Qian’er’s cultivation was delayed for more than ten years because of her body. If I keep her by my side, not only will I need to ask someone to look after her, I also will not feel at ease.”
“This junior dares to ask Senior Yun to bring Qian’er back to Fenghua Immortal Sect. Although she could not cultivate since childhood due to her body, her spiritual root talent is actually an excellent heavenly spiritual root. Now that her body has recovered, she will not disgrace your noble sect.”
The moment Qiao Zhenbang said this, Yan Zhuguang frowned. She viewed Su Qian’er, whose origin was unclear, as trouble and wished to avoid her. Yet Qiao Zhenbang wanted to stuff her into Fenghua Immortal Sect. How could that be allowed?
“This…”
Yun Mixue also hesitated. Su Qian’er was different from Yan Zhuguang. She was involved with the Qiao family, and the Qiao family was not Fenghua Immortal Sect’s subordinate family. Taking her into Fenghua Immortal Sect did not fit the rules.
But… Su Qian’er also had another identity. Her true identity was the former sect master’s daughter. By reason and feeling, she should be brought into the sect.
Yan Zhuguang was unwilling, Yun Mixue hesitated, and Su Qian’er herself firmly and loudly refused. “Grandfather! I do not want to go to Fenghua Immortal Sect!”