11: Chapter 11 I can help you repair your spiritual root

The two bridal chambers in the backyard of the Jiang Family were separated by only a thin wall.

The atmosphere inside was completely different.

In the room on the right, the candlelight was a warm yellow.

The room was very quiet, with only the occasional soft popping sound of the candle wick audible.

Lin Yueyao sat upright on the bed draped with crimson brocade cushions.

Her legs were crossed, and she did not wait quietly like a typical bride.

Her hands were forming the hand seals for the Qingyun Sect's basic breathing technique.

However, her Spiritual Root was shattered.

Her Dantian could not store Spiritual Qi.

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi would dissipate the moment it drew near.

Moreover, every time she forcefully operated her Cultivation Technique, a sharp, needle-like pain would shoot from deep within her Dantian.

Yet, she refused to stop.

This was the last vestige of her obsession, as a former dual-Spiritual Root Prodigy, refusing to bow to fate.

She had agreed to marry into the Jiang Family.

It was, after all, a transaction with a clearly marked price.

It was so that her father, Third Master Lin Changqing, could stand tall in the Lin Family and no longer be bullied.

She was willing to become a concubine.

She was willing to fulfill her duty of bearing children.

But she did not want to completely lose her own Dao.

Even if she never cultivated even a shred of cultivation in her entire life.

She still wanted to hold onto this thought.

She would absolutely not become a walking corpse at the mercy of others.

Creak.

The soft sound of the door being pushed open broke the dead silence of the room.

A figure walked in.

Jiang Feng was gently supporting his lower back with one hand.

His pace was not fast, but he stood straight.

He did not look like a sixty-year-old man at all.

He had just come out of Zhang Yuniang's room.

Even though the System had strengthened his physique, it was inevitable that he would feel a bit tired late at night.

But Jiang Feng's eyes were clear and bright.

He appeared very composed, not at all like an ordinary Level 5 Qi Refining Cultivator.

Jiang Feng did not make a sound.

He stood quietly in front of the bed.

His gaze fell upon the red figure on the bed, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Lin Yueyao's body stiffened.

Her fingers, still forming the hand seals, suddenly stopped.

It was Jiang Feng.

During the wedding procession in the daytime, she had only caught a fleeting glimpse of Jiang Feng through the curtain of the bridal sedan.

Now that they were truly face-to-face, she could vaguely see his appearance through the red bridal veil.

There were some white hairs at his temples.

There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

But his face was not withered.

His eyes were very calm.

There was not the slightest hint of frivolity.

And certainly not the appearance of a dying old man that others had described.

On their wedding night, her husband had entered the room.

Her heart tightened.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but the feeling was quickly suppressed by the disappointment in her heart.

She was clear about it.

Jiang Feng was merely here to fulfill the rules of the wedding night.

For the sake of the phrase "As long as she can bear children."

Jiang Feng did not engage in unnecessary pleasantries.

He raised his hand and gently lifted the crimson bridal veil from Lin Yueyao's head.

The red silk slid down.

An exquisitely beautiful face was completely revealed before him.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist.

Her eyes were like autumn waters rippling.

Her nose was delicate, her lips like cherries, and her skin was as white and lustrous as jade.

Even wearing simple wedding attire, it was hard to conceal the unparalleled elegance in her bones.

That proud figure made it even harder for people to look away.

Yet in those beautiful eyes, one could see sorrow, unwillingness, and a touch of stubbornness.

Jiang Feng looked at her stubbornness regarding cultivation and spoke softly.

His voice was low and gentle, but the words he spoke caused her heart to ache.

"Your Spiritual Root is completely shattered, and your Dantian is damaged."

"If you continue to forcefully operate your Cultivation Technique like this, you will only damage the last bit of vitality you have left."

"Is such futility really meaningful?"

Jiang Feng saw it very clearly.

He also felt a hint of pity.

Such an outstanding woman should have shone brilliantly on the path of cultivation.

Yet she had fallen into such a state and still refused to give up, which truly made one pity her.

Lin Yueyao raised her eyes to look at Jiang Feng.

The shyness in her eyes had disappeared, and her gaze became very firm.

The flush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and her tone did not show the slightest concession.

"I just want to try."

"I promised to marry into the Jiang Family, and I will fulfill my duty and bear your children."

"But I do not want to be a piece of Trash for the rest of my life."

"Cultivation is the only obsession of my life."

"Even if I cannot Cultivate a single shred of Spiritual Qi, I still want to persist."

"I beg Second Master to grant me this."

Her voice sounded like she had lowered her posture, but the meaning behind her words was very firm.

She did not expect Jiang Feng to understand her past as a Prodigy.

She only hoped he could leave her this little bit of dignity.

And not let her completely degenerate into a tool that only knows how to bear children.

Jiang Feng looked at the longing and stubbornness in her eyes, and his heart stirred slightly.

He took half a step forward.

His gaze fixed directly on her.

His expression was very sincere, without any hint of joking.

He spoke slowly.

He said something she had dreamed of hearing but would never dare to hope for.

"What if I said that I could help you repair your Spiritual Root and reshape your Dantian?"

"Let you Cultivate again and return to the Peak?"

This sentence made Lin Yueyao tremble violently, nearly falling off the bed.

Repair her Spiritual Root?

Reshape her Dantian?

She stared fixedly at Jiang Feng.

Her eyes were wide open.

Her pupils contracted violently.

Her breathing instantly became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

How could she dare to forget!

Back when her Spiritual Root was shattered.

A Nascent Soul Elder of the Qingyun Sect had personally examined her.

And in the end, could only shake his head and sigh.

He asserted that her Spiritual Root was completely destroyed and her Dantian and Meridians were severed.

There was no possibility of repair in this lifetime.

Her path to cultivation was completely severed!

That was a severe injury that even a Nascent Soul Master was helpless against.

It was an incurable disease recognized by the entire Spirit Realm!

The person before her was nothing more than a Mortal old man over sixty with only Level 5 Qi Refining cultivation.

He hadn't even touched Foundation Establishment.

How could he possibly say such big words?

After a brief shock, her heart went cold.

The bit of spirit that had just appeared in her eyes vanished again.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Her eye sockets reddened slightly.

"Second Master, there is no need to comfort me."

"I am clear about my own injuries."

"Why must you coax me with something even a Nascent Soul expert cannot do?"

She did not blame Jiang Feng for lying to her.

She just felt that this well-intentioned deception was somewhat cruel.

The glimmer of hope that had just ignited was ruthlessly shattered again.

It made her chest tighten with pain.

But when she raised her eyes to look at Jiang Feng.

She saw that Jiang Feng's gaze was still calm and determined.

There was not a hint of joking.

That sincerity did not seem fake.

And it certainly didn't look like he was deliberately deceiving her.

That's right.

What would he gain?

She was already a piece of Trash.

Marrying him was inherently a transaction.

He had no need to tell such a lie to please a useless concubine.

A glimmer of expectation could not help but rise in her heart again, and her heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

Lin Yueyao's voice trembled uncontrollably.

It carried a crying tone, yet it was very solemn.

"If... if you can really help me repair my Spiritual Root and let me step back onto the path of cultivation."

"I, Lin Yueyao, will give you my life from this moment on!"

"I will be your slave and servant, at your beck and call, without a single word of complaint!"

"For all eternity, I will never betray you!"

To her.

Repairing her Spiritual Root was more important than her own life.

That was the entire meaning of her existence.

Jiang Feng looked at her reddened eye sockets.

He looked at the glimmer of hope that had been lost and found again in her eyes.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

His tone was very direct, without the slightest falsehood, and without any intention of threatening her.

"I do not want your life, nor do I want you to be a slave."

"I only want you to stay by my side with peace of mind."

"And bear my children."

It was a simple sentence.

But the weight was heavy.

There were no harsh conditions.

There were no hypocritical pleasantries.

It was so direct that Lin Yueyao trembled all over, and her heart was not at peace.

He could have used this to demand anything.

At this moment, Lin Yueyao could no longer suppress the expectation in her heart.

She stared fixedly at Jiang Feng.

Her eyes were filled with unbelievable hope.

That heart for cultivation, which had been silent for years, began to beat wildly once more.

She suddenly realized.

This sixty-year-old man she had married was not at all the piece of Trash that others described.

Perhaps he was hiding some earth-shattering secret!

Jiang Feng looked at her moved expression, and understood in his heart.

A gentle smile, carrying a hint of doting, tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The woman before him was a Prodigy who had fallen into the dust in the past.

The stubbornness and softness intertwined between her brows and eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.

He did not say anything more.

He reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Lin Yueyao's slender and soft waist.

A warm sensation came from his palm.

His tone sounded a bit urgent, but very sincere.

"A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold."

"Bearing children is what matters."