My Wife Might Be a Saintess

Chapter 343: Chapter 342: From Now On, I Will No Longer Smith

Chu Qing’s father paid Po Xiao no mind. He couldn’t possibly bet his son’s future on some mysterious stranger.

He then moved to pick up Chu Qing again.

But before he could reach him, Chu Qing stepped in front of her father.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Chu Qing’s father demanded sternly. "I can tolerate your usual antics, but what is this? Are you trying to completely ruin your brother?"

Chu Qing shook her head. "That’s not it. Uncle Po Xiao wouldn’t lie.

Sister Xiao said that when we’re away from home, we must listen to Uncle Po Xiao. That we have to trust him, no matter how hard it is.

Sister Xiao wouldn’t lie to me."

"So your Sister Xiao wouldn’t lie to you, but I, your father, would harm my own children? Pull her away." Chu Qing’s father’s voice was stern and commanding.

Chu Qing’s Mother pulled Chu Qing aside. "Be a good girl. This isn’t the time to be stubborn."

"But, but..." Before Chu Qing could finish speaking, she was pulled away.

But just as Chu Qing’s father made another move, someone else appeared in front of him.

This time, he really felt like slapping them. It was as if they had no respect for him whatsoever.

The one blocking his path this time was none other than Liu Yiyi.

"Miss Liu, this concerns my son’s health. Are you going to interfere?" Chu Qing’s father’s expression was grim.

Liu Yiyi looked awkward. She was influential, yes, but this was ultimately another family’s private matter, and she felt uncomfortable interfering.

"Um, Fellow Daoist Po Xiao is really quite skilled. Why not just trust him this once?"

"If it were your son, would you trust him?" Chu Qing’s father asked.

"Well..." Liu Yiyi knew she was asking the impossible. It was a request no one could reasonably be expected to accept.

But she felt that Fellow Daoist Po Xiao wasn’t one to make empty promises.

After all, the man still had his head down, preoccupied, completely unconcerned whether Chu Qing was taken away.

He had already spoken his piece. Given Po Xiao’s personality, he certainly wouldn’t say anything more.

Resigned, Liu Yiyi could only turn to Po Xiao. "Fellow Daoist, maybe you could say something?"

Jiang Zuo said plainly, "Not interested."

Liu Yiyi was speechless.

Chu Qing’s father was also at a loss for words. "...Miss Liu, my apologies."

"Wait a moment." It was Mo Yan’s voice.

At this point, Chu Qing’s father was absolutely livid.

Just as Mo Yan was about to speak again, Liuyue Xue and Chi Xue Child each placed a hand on her shoulder.

Blade Master Hai Bian said, "Fairy Mo Yan, don’t cause trouble right now."

Other than Liu Yiyi, none of them had the standing to intervene.

The man was a powerful senior. They had neither reason nor strength on their side; stepping forward was just asking for a beating.

But Mo Yan was completely oblivious to this. She said, "Let go of me. How am I causing trouble? I just wanted to tell them to call the people at the Celestial Spirit Nine Peaks and ask.

Who knows, maybe they’ll have the self-awareness to admit they can’t cure him either."

Liu Yiyi immediately smiled. "That’s right! Senior, you should try it. If they do have a solution, you can give them a heads-up to prepare.

I can put in a good word for you then, too.

We’re good friends with Xiaomo, and Chu Qing is a good kid. Of course we wouldn’t want to harm him."

Liu Yiyi felt mentally exhausted. ’Why did I even get involved in this?’

’Those four shameless people actually pushed me out to do this.’

’At least I haven’t messed things up yet. Chu Qing really might not be able to leave this place. If he does, it’ll be too late for regrets.’

But their words weren’t convincing enough. Po Xiao himself had no credibility to speak of.

Asking a Tier Seven senior to trust a Tier Two Junior Cultivator was simply impossible.

No matter how extraordinary the junior was, it was impossible.

It was like believing a second-grader could help you with your college entrance exams and guarantee you’d pass with flying colors.

Would you believe it?

If you did, you’d have to be insane.

At this, Chu Qing’s father frowned. What that Demon Cultivator said did make sense, and Liu Yiyi’s willingness to help was also useful.

In the end, he compromised. It was better to ask and understand the situation.

He quickly dialed a friend’s number and explained the situation.

Then he used a special Magical Treasure to scan Chu Qing’s body, apparently transmitting the details of his son’s condition.

It was a bit like the sensory abilities of Xiao Xiaomo and the others.

Before long, the person on the other end came to a conclusion: "It’s incurable."

Chu Qing’s father was stunned. "Incurable?" he asked in disbelief. "Why?"

"It’s simple. The injury struck the very root of Chu Qing’s foundation. His constitution is extremely special.

It’s as if his body contained an extra water balloon that others don’t have. Now, that balloon has burst, and the water has leaked out.

Even if we could patch the balloon, the water has already spilled," came the calm explanation from the other end.

"Can’t the water be injected back in?" Chu Qing’s father asked anxiously.

’Incurable? Then what would happen to his son?’

"Setting aside the fact that we don’t have the technology for that, even if we did, we have no way of knowing what the foundation actually is. The ’water’ is just a metaphor.

Furthermore, there’s no way to know if that ’foundation’ can even be recaptured.

However, Chu Qing’s life isn’t in danger. If you’re still worried, you can bring him here for me to examine personally.

It’s just that he will have an ordinary constitution from now on."

Then, the call ended.

The person on the other end had made it clear enough. There was nothing to be done.

But hearing this news, Liu Yiyi and the others couldn’t feel happy. Chu Qing’s special constitution was gone?

Wasn’t that a devastating blow to his future?

Chu Qing’s father said nothing. He still intended to take Chu Qing to be examined. Solution or not, he had to go, if only to prevent any lingering side effects.

But this time, Chu Qing once again blocked her father’s path. "Leave Chu Qing here. Uncle Po Xiao said he’ll be fine."

"And what if there is a problem? What if he can’t be cured?" Chu Qing’s father demanded.

Chu Qing looked up at her father. At that moment, her eyes were perfectly clear, without a trace of confusion or any of her usual manic energy. It was as if she were her old self, from before she ever started blacksmithing.

Chu Qing’s father froze the moment he saw the look in her eyes.

Then Chu Qing spoke, her voice filled with resolve. "If anything happens to my brother, Chu Qing, I will stop smithing forever. I will cultivate diligently and protect him."

Chu Qing’s father was utterly stunned. Even Chu Qing’s Mother stared at Chu Qing in disbelief.

’Chu Qing, who loved smithing more than life itself, was actually... actually saying she would give it up?’

But before they could snap out of their shock, Xiao Xiaomo ran in, panting.

Seeing Chu Qing’s unusual state, she immediately ran over, took Chu Qing’s head in her hands, and hugged her. "Don’t force yourself. I’m here."

Chu Qing collapsed into Xiao Xiaomo’s arms, called out, "Sister Xiao," and fainted.

After laying Chu Qing down gently, Xiao Xiaomo turned to Chu Qing’s Parents. "What kind of parents are you? Smithing is Chu Qing’s life! Forbidding her from smithing is like taking her life away!"

Indeed, just a moment ago, Chu Qing’s mind had been on the verge of collapse. If Xiao Xiaomo hadn’t arrived by chance, she likely would have had a complete breakdown.

An obsession like that isn’t so easily overcome. Especially an obsession with smithing. It had taken even Jiang Zuo a very long time to deal with his own.

Achieving a moment of Enlightenment is one thing, but being forced to abandon what you love is an unbearable pain.