Long Yuanchong stood at the door, hesitant to go in. He was genuinely nervous, a nervousness that Qin Chuan noticed, and he saw something unspeakable in it.
Long Yuanchong truly liked, even loved, his junior sister, but his methods were too extreme, unacceptable to most. Perhaps this was his love, even if it was immoral and incomprehensible.
Qin Chuan didn't understand; after all, loving someone could drive them mad for so many years—no one could comprehend that. It was selfishness, causing the one he loved to become like this for his own sake.
But sometimes love is like that; love truly is selfish. Great love is selfless, like the love of parents for their children.
Love between men and women is often the most direct, and also the most selfish—to love someone is to possess them.
Buddhism speaks of the suffering of unfulfilled desires; loving someone but not being able to be with them is truly painful.
However, these cannot be excuses for doing whatever one pleases. So, no matter how well it's explained, Long Yuanchong's actions were wrong.
Just then, his junior sister slowly walked out of the Martial Medicine Sect, looking at Long Yuanchong, her gaze fixed on him.
Approaching step by step, Long Yuanchong, who had previously been able to meet his junior sister's gaze, now slowly lowered his head.
Before, his junior sister seemed unconscious, after all, she was a madwoman. But now she was better, lucid, and Long Yuanchong was terrified and worried.
Everyone has their own concerns, regardless of good or bad, and Long Yuanchong's feelings for his junior sister were indeed deep.
Qin Chuan stood at a distance between them, not too close, not too far. He wasn't worried that Long Yuanchong would harm his junior sister; although he had kept her insane for so many years, he would never kill her.
His junior sister stopped only when she was right in front of him. Long Yuanchong lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at her.
Bang!
His junior sister calmly struck out with a palm strike, not fast enough for Long Yuanchong to dodge. She aimed for his heart, a vital spot capable of killing.
Long Yuanchong had time to dodge, and could have dodged, but he didn't. For some unknown reason, he simply didn't dodge.
The Martial Medicine Sect, renowned for its martial arts and medicine, possesses an exceptionally thorough understanding of human anatomy. Given their strength, they could be easily killed under certain circumstances.
For example, right now, if Junior Sister's attack were intended to kill Long Yuanchong, it wouldn't be difficult, unless Long Yuanchong possessed a special treasure.
Long Yuanchong did!
A golden light flashed!
The protective treasure's effect activated. This seemed unsurprising; Long Yuanchong likely had a protective shield, which was why he didn't dodge.
However, Junior Sister attacked again, this time slower than before. Long Yuanchong still had time to dodge, but this time he didn't move.
At the moment Junior Sister's hand struck Long Yuanchong, it slightly shifted, and that slight movement saved his life.
Bang!
Long Yuanchong coughed up blood, but his face bore a happy smile—a smile of relief and indescribable joy.
Junior Sister's attacks were normal; the first time was a direct kill, knowing he had a life-saving ability, but the second time she didn't intend to kill him.
Long Yuanchong wasn't fearless; he simply felt guilty towards his junior sister. If she were killed by him, perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad outcome.
Reaching this point was already quite an achievement, so he was overjoyed to have survived. He struggled to his feet, his face deathly pale, blood trickling from his lips, yet he smiled like a child.
His junior sister's eyes were slightly red. She had actually considered killing Long Yuanchong, she had considered it, but now that it was truly at this moment, she found it incredibly difficult to bring herself to do it. What good would killing him do?