Chapter 6 The Medicine Hall Fairy

The Qingyun Sect medicine hall sat near the eastern cliffs, far from the noisy training grounds and sword arenas that dominated the rest of the sect.

Compared to the chaos of the outer market, the atmosphere here felt almost peaceful.

The air carried a faint herbal fragrance.

Spirit cranes rested quietly near the rooftops.

Even the disciples walking through the courtyard spoke more softly than usual, as though afraid of disturbing the calm environment.

Tang Hui immediately felt out of place.

Mostly because she had spent the entire walk mentally calculating how many spirit stones Gu Beichen still owed her for emotional labor.

The moment she stepped inside the medicine hall courtyard, several disciples looked toward her curiously.

Tang Hui recognized a few of them from the outer sect.

Apparently, even medicine cultivators occasionally needed gossip.

“Junior Sister Tang?” one girl asked in surprise. “Why are you here?”

Tang Hui smiled professionally. “Personal consultation.”

The disciple’s eyes widened slightly.

Clearly, rumors about the matchmaking stall had already spread farther than expected.

Before Tang Hui could speak again, movement suddenly stirred near the inner corridor.

A young woman carrying a tray of spirit herbs stepped into the courtyard.

For a brief moment, even Tang Hui understood why half the sect apparently liked Lin Qingyue.

She was beautiful in a very soft, effortless way.

Not the overwhelming type of beauty that made people nervous.

Instead, she looked calm.

Gentle.

Like someone who would patiently explain medicine while saving your life.

Her pale green robes moved lightly in the wind, and several loose strands of dark hair had fallen beside her face, likely from working all morning.

Most importantly—

when she noticed an injured disciple nearby struggling to carry medicine jars, she immediately walked over to help without hesitation.

Tang Hui watched the scene thoughtfully.

Ah.

This woman truly had the temperament of a saint.

No wonder Gu Beichen lost his mind after receiving basic kindness.

“Senior Sister Lin,” one medicine disciple called out happily, “someone’s looking for you.”

Lin Qingyue turned slightly.

Then paused after noticing Tang Hui standing in the courtyard.

For a moment, confusion flickered across her face before she walked over politely.

“You are… Junior Sister Tang?”

Tang Hui immediately smiled brightly. “Senior Sister Lin knows me?”

Lin Qingyue hesitated slightly. “Recently… many people have mentioned your matchmaking stall.”

Tang Hui felt strangely proud.

Excellent.

Her reputation was growing.

The nearby medicine disciples also looked increasingly interested.

One of them immediately dragged over chairs.

Another silently brought tea.

Tang Hui suddenly realized these people enjoyed gossip just as much as everyone else.

Cultivators truly were all the same.

Lin Qingyue sat across from Tang Hui with calm politeness. “May I ask why Junior Sister Tang came here today?”

Tang Hui studied her carefully.

No nervousness.

No panic.

No visible hostility.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Tang Hui leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice mysteriously.

“I’m here regarding Senior Brother Gu.”

The effect was immediate.

Lin Qingyue nearly dropped her teacup.

Nearby medicine disciples instantly stopped pretending not to listen.

Tang Hui’s eyes narrowed.

Oh?

That reaction was extremely informative.

Lin Qingyue quickly regained composure, though her fingers still tightened slightly around the cup. “…Senior Brother Gu?”

Tang Hui nodded solemnly. “Gu Beichen.”

A dangerous silence filled the courtyard.

Several nearby disciples openly leaned closer now.

Tang Hui calmly took a sip of tea before continuing.

“He came to my matchmaking stall.”

Lin Qingyue froze completely.

Tang Hui watched her carefully.

The girl’s expression remained mostly calm, but the tips of her ears had quietly turned red.

Interesting.

Extremely interesting.

“He… visited your stall?” Lin Qingyue asked softly.

Tang Hui nodded again.

“He sought romantic advice.”

A medicine disciple nearby inhaled sharply.

Another nearly spilled tea onto herself.

Lin Qingyue herself became completely motionless.

Tang Hui could practically see emotional chaos forming behind her calm expression.

Honestly, this was becoming easier than expected.

After several long moments, Lin Qingyue finally lowered her gaze slightly.

“…Why are you telling me this?”

Tang Hui rested her chin against her hand.

“Because the man is hopeless.”

The nearby disciples immediately nodded despite having no right to agree.

Tang Hui sighed dramatically. “Senior Sister Lin, do you know what he said after you treated his injuries?”

Lin Qingyue went still.

Then she answered quietly, “…He said my bandaging technique required improvement.”

The surrounding medicine disciples looked horrified.

One girl slapped the table in outrage. “I knew it!”

Another looked deeply offended on Lin Qingyue’s behalf. “Senior Brother Gu really said that after Senior Sister stayed awake caring for him for three days?”

Tang Hui blinked.

Three days?

Oh.

Gu Beichen was even more doomed than she thought.

Lin Qingyue quickly looked embarrassed by the sudden outburst from her fellow disciples. “It wasn’t that serious…”

“It absolutely was,” one disciple argued immediately.

“You cried afterward!”

The entire courtyard fell silent.

Lin Qingyue’s face instantly turned red.

Tang Hui slowly turned toward her with deep shock.

Wait.

Cried?

Lin Qingyue looked like she wanted spiritual ascension to occur immediately.

“That was only because I was tired,” she said weakly.

Nobody believed her.

Tang Hui suddenly felt emotionally exhausted.

These two people were somehow suffering from mutual affection while simultaneously destroying themselves through terrible communication.

Cultivators truly were unbelievable.

Tang Hui sighed before speaking honestly.

“Senior Sister Lin… Senior Brother Gu likes you very much.”

The courtyard became silent again.

Lin Qingyue froze completely.

One nearby disciple dropped an entire tray of spirit herbs onto the floor.

Nobody cared.

Because everyone was staring at Lin Qingyue now.

Tang Hui continued calmly, “He genuinely thought you disliked him.”

Lin Qingyue immediately looked up. “I don’t dislike him.”

The words escaped too quickly.

The moment she realized what she had said, her face turned even redder.

The surrounding medicine disciples instantly exploded into chaos.

“I knew it!”

“Senior Sister likes him too!”

“This is painful to watch!”

Lin Qingyue covered her face in complete humiliation.

Tang Hui, meanwhile, felt profound satisfaction.

Excellent.

Progress.

Actual progress.

After several moments, Lin Qingyue finally lowered her hands slightly and looked at Tang Hui helplessly.

“…Does he really like me?”

Tang Hui almost laughed.

This woman had apparently spent months emotionally suffering because Gu Beichen’s communication skills belonged in a sealed forbidden realm.

“Yes,” Tang Hui answered firmly. “Unfortunately, he simply expresses affection like a sword manual.”

Several medicine disciples burst into laughter.

Even Lin Qingyue failed to suppress a small smile.

Ah.

There it was.

Tang Hui suddenly understood Gu Beichen completely.

That smile truly was dangerous.

Not seductive.

Not overwhelming.

Just warm enough to make emotionally isolated sword cultivators completely lose rational thought.

Tang Hui sighed internally.

This job was becoming far too troublesome.

Still—

looking at Lin Qingyue now nervously twisting her sleeves while trying to hide her smile…

Tang Hui suddenly felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

Maybe matchmaking really was a respectable profession after all.