"Yes, yes, yes!"
A few doctors, feeling the dreadful killing intent enveloping them, shuddered with their hair standing on end. Trembling, they stepped forward to diagnose the Empress.
However...
Soon, one after another, they knelt to the ground.
"Your... Your Majesty, the Empress appears to be in her prime, yet for some reason, she is severely depleted in qi-blood... It has reached the point of being incurable!"
"..."
"Incurable?!"
Chen Sansi frowned and said in a deep voice, "How can that be? Is it that only the most extremely rare treasure medicine is effective? Just tell me, thereās no medicine in this world that I, the emperor, cannot find!"
The few doctors, trembling like fallen leaves, were scared their heads would roll if they insisted she was incurable, so they took a dead-horse-becomes-living-horse attitude and mentioned a few virtually impossible-to-find treasure medicines.
To their surprise, within two days, Chen Sansi had found them personally; however, after administration, they still had no effect.
"Are you people doing this on purpose?!"
He was suddenly overwhelmed with anger: "Someone, drag them out for me..."
"Your Majesty."
Gu Xinlan spoke softly: "Donāt make things difficult for these people anymore."
Hearing the Empressās voice, Chen Sansi realized he had lost control; in his desperation to save her, he too was at a lossāwhat could these mortal doctors do?
"Gentlemen, my apologies."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath: "Nian Xia, have them sent back, and remember to give them more silver..."
After sending off the doctors, Chen Sansi sat down in front of the bed, his voice calm: "Sister Lan, rest assured, Iāll think of another way; the world is full of wonders, thereās nothing that canāt be resolved."
"Your Majesty, could you..."
Gu Xinlan said, "Bring Gui Ti?"
"Gui Ti?"
Chen Sansi nodded.
He had not been in contact with this sister-in-law for many years. About twenty years ago, he had helped Sister Lan inquire about her, learning she had left Yunding Palace and joined Purple Sun Palace, becoming a True Disciple.
"Iāll send someone to find her, as well as Duhe."
More than two months later.
Shen Guiti, at the Middle Stage of Core Formation, finally arrived. Upon seeing her sister on the sickbed, a trace of sorrow flashed in her eyes, but her expression remained largely unchanged.
Chen Duhe hurried back as well, falling to his knees beside the bed with a "thud."
"Sister, Duhe..."
Gu Xinlan smiled, conversing with them both.
"Father!"
Chen Duhe solemnly took out two books from his robe, one detailing the Corpse Refining Technique from the Immortal Leader Sect, and the other, the Ghost Cultivation Technique from the Yin Soul Sect.
He said, "Which one should I let Mother cultivate?"
Chen Sansi was taken aback, then sternly reprimanded, "Nonsense! Do you want to turn your mother into a blood-drinking, man-eating monster neither human nor ghost?!"
"Father, youāre confused!"
Chen Duhe argued, "Sheās dying, why think so much about it?"
"No way!"
Chen Sansi refused.
These cultivation techniques, he had studied long ago, required a Spirit Root to cultivate, and must be cultivated from a young age.
If one forced cultivation without a Spirit Root, it might extend life slightly, but the realm couldnāt be advanced, requiring constant human nourishment until completely losing sanity, becoming a bloodthirsty monster.
Without sanity, she would no longer be the same person.
"Father! There will be a way in the future! There are countless evil techniques, even if we canāt, those from the Evil God Sect, Demon Cult surely can."
Chen Duheās voice grew louder: "You didnāt care when Mr. Xu passed, are you not going to care about Mother now?
"If you donāt, I will!"
As he spoke, he attempted to storm into the chamber with the techniques.
Chen Sansi held him down: "Stop right there!"
Without a word, Chen Duhe drew a dagger from his waist, trying to stab at his fatherās abdomen to break free.
But how could he possibly be a match for Tian Wu, ending up firmly pinned to the ground.
"Father!"
Chen Duhe ceased struggling, instead crying, screaming his lungs out: "Save Motherā"
Chen Sansi trembled, gazing at the scattered techniques, momentarily wavering.
"Creakā"
At that moment, the hallās door opened; Gu Xinlan, draped in a cloak and supported by her maid, appeared, saying: "Duhe, whatever evil techniques these are, Mother wonāt practice them, donāt make it difficult for your father, or donāt blame Mother for being angry."
"Mother!"
Chen Duhe only sobbed bitterly.
"Perhaps thereās still a way..."
Chen Sansi remembered seeing at Buddha, those Incense Fire Divine Dao cultivators, who could use special divine skills to heal mortals.
He immediately dispatched the blue bird, asking her to find Master Miaotan, ready to owe a favor if they could help.
Upon hearing this news, Meng Guangxin, a senior brother who once cultivated on Sumeru Mountain, volunteered.
Before long, Master Miaotan truly arrived in Great Han, yet still without a positive outcome. After examining, she raised one hand, chanting Buddhaās name: "Amitabha Buddha, Mr. Chen, your wifeās condition is not a sickness, but rather her mortal lifeās end, you should have discerned that."
Chen Sansi knew all too well, yet he held onto a sliver of hope.
"Though I possess heavenly abilities, thereās no way to extend a mortalās life, at most, employing a spell to relieve her pre-death suffering."
Master Miaotan said.
Chen Sansi sank into the chair, crestfallen, without speaking for a long time.
"Master Miaotan, please go rest."
Dongfang Jingxing, perceptive as ever, escorted her out of the chamber.
The hall became as silent as a needle drop.
"Your Majesty."
A gentle voice broke the silence: "Come here, I wish to speak with you."