Chapter 2879

Cheng Jin thought this, and a salty taste filled her mouth as she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Qian Huansheng had been watching calmly, but when he saw Cheng Jin spit blood, his expression changed slightly. For some reason, his heart gave a sudden, sharp tug.

Qian Huansheng looked coldly at the willow spirit. "I originally intended to spare your soul so you could reincarnate properly. Now, it seems unnecessary. Since you choose to die, then die."

She waved her hand, and a wave of oppressive pressure surged toward the willow spirit. The spirit’s eyes showed decisive terror. Such pressure should not come from a mortal, yet it came from Qian Huansheng. This proved she was no ordinary person.

The willow spirit stared at Qian Huansheng for a long moment before finally collapsing to the ground, turning into a piece of dead wood.

Qian Huansheng walked to Cheng Jin’s side and took her pulse. Cheng Jin smiled weakly. "Just a slight internal injury. It’s nothing serious."

"Don’t be so reckless next time," Qian Huansheng said calmly. she helped her up and turned to Mr. Gong. "Do not touch that dead wood. I will handle it tomorrow. Although the spirit is gone, the wood still retains demonic energy. Ordinary people will suffer if they get close."

"Understood. I will have people guard it to keep others away," Mr. Gong said. Seeing Qian Huansheng’s display, he now held him in high respect.

Qian Huansheng nodded slightly, then said to Cheng Jin, "Let’s return to the hotel. I will heal your injuries there."

Cheng Jin wanted to refuse, but before she could speak, she coughed again, bringing up more streaks of blood.

"I must have suffered internal injuries," Cheng Jin said with a bitter smile. In all her years of cultivation, this was the first time she had been internally injured.

"Don’t worry." Seeing this, Qian Huansheng frowned slightly. she simply picked her up in her arms and left with her.

Back at the hotel, Qian Huansheng told Cheng Jin, "Go to sleep first. I will prepare medicine and bring it to you once it’s boiled."

"Okay." Cheng Jin thought that since most of the matter was resolved, she might as well rest. Although she hadn’t done most of the work herself, she still felt she had contributed.

After seeing Cheng Jin rest, Qian Huansheng went to prepare the medicine, borrowing the hotel’s kitchen to boil it.

Watching the medicine simmer, he thought about that moment when he saw Cheng Jin spit blood. The feeling in his heart—that sharp tug—seemed like heartache.

Qian Huansheng paused, realizing that without noticing, he had grown accustomed to Cheng Jin being by his side.

Cheng Jin had no other intentions toward her. Precisely because of this, she had ignored her identity as a woman, allowing her to be unusually close to her.

Qian Huansheng smiled bitterly. So, he too could fall into an emotional vortex. He had originally thought he was merely training a Yin-Yang Heavenly Master. Now he realized that although he hadn’t understood his own heart at the time, his actions had already made a choice for him.

She felt a bit of regret in making her a Yin-Yang Heavenly Master, as this meant she would eventually belong to the Underworld. However, they had reached this point. If she stopped now, it would be equivalent to ruining her.

Most importantly, he could not bear to ruin her.

Looking at the medicine, she wondered what she would do if she went to the Underworld.

She would probably follow her there. After all, the Underworld would not affect her much.

Most importantly, she could not bear for her to destroy her cultivation because of her.

Qian Huansheng paused, surprised that he was considering someone else’s well-being, and that someone was a woman.

She became somewhat distracted, feeling conflicted about how to handle her feelings for Cheng Jin.

Should he face it or avoid it?

The answer came to him when he returned to the room with the medicine and saw Cheng Jin sleeping. He decided to give himself a chance.

Since it was inevitable, he would not try to avoid it. Instead, he would face it.

Having clarified his thoughts, Qian Huansheng stopped overthinking.

She walked to Cheng Jin’s side and carefully placed the medicine on the bedside table.

Then he called softly, "Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin."

Cheng Jin felt a headache. "Don’t call me. Let me sleep a bit more."

Qian Huansheng was startled. Seeing her unusually red face, she reached out to check her temperature. Indeed, due to the internal injury, Cheng Jin had developed a fever.

Qian Huansheng immediately sat by the bed, half-supporting and half-holding Cheng Jin. "Xiao Jin, come, take the medicine."

Perhaps Qian Huansheng’s voice reassured her. She unconsciously opened her mouth and drank the medicine in small sips, then fell back asleep.

Qian Huansheng took out a suitable pill from his storage ring for Cheng Jin to take and fed it to her.

This pill was refined by Zhu Yan. Qian Huansheng usually would not use it, but just now, seeing Cheng Jin’s feverish state, she suddenly could not bear for her to suffer.

In truth, he did not know that the feverish Cheng Jin was merely dreaming and felt no pain.

In her dream, Cheng Jin found herself as a child. Her childhood had been happy, but not for long. Her father passed away, and her mother remarried.

They say a stepmother brings a stepfather, but for Cheng Jin, it was the opposite. Although her stepfather did not love her deeply, she did not dislike her. However, her mother began to resent her.

The bond between mother and daughter slowly grew distant.

Cheng Jin realized she grew up in loneliness, as if loneliness had become her only companion.

After graduating from university, she tried several jobs and finally saved enough money to buy a second-hand apartment. It was small, only about fifty square meters, but she was happy.

She had become a homeowner, finally having a place of her own.

Then she found a job as a clerk. The salary was not high, but it was stable. Later, by chance, she met a young man.

She could not see the man’s true face clearly, but strangely, she felt at ease with her.

There was a familiar feeling about this man, as if she had seen her somewhere before.

Cheng Jin and the man often went on dates, occasionally watching movies or eating out. Their relationship seemed to stabilize, but Cheng Jin felt something was missing.

She tapped her head. What was missing?

During a trip, the man proposed, and she agreed. They went to register their marriage.

Looking at the marriage registration form in front of her, Cheng Jin paused. Strange, that odd feeling appeared again, as if she had overlooked something.

What was it that she had overlooked?

"Xiao Jin, fill out the form. Why have you stopped writing?" The man opposite her looked at her, still gentle.