Chapter 22: How Do You Cure Illness?

After Li Ruhai left, Ye Xue was extremely curious about the relationship between Ye Chen and the richest man in Cloud City. She walked up to Ye Chen and asked, “Brother, what exactly is going on here? Sister Qin said this man is the wealthiest person in Cloud City, so how did you come to know him?”

“And what’s the story behind all these gifts?” Ye Xue glanced at the yard filled with presents…

After years of cultivation, Wei Jiang excelled in little else, but his hearing and sight were sharp—his eyes, especially, shone like a thief’s, keen and bright, almost like those of someone with the legendary Fiery Eyes. From afar, he could see in a sunflower-shaped bronze mirror, a woman within lightly brushing her brows, her rouge blooming with shyness, coloring her cheeks, rivaling the evening glow.

Ruan Fu and Jiang Guanlan thought it over, deciding that as a sixteen-year-old, he ought to know this news; after all, they couldn’t keep it hidden from him forever.

On Friday afternoon, Chen Zhu paid a special visit to Ruan Fu, bringing her a gift, saying it was a birthday present personally chosen by Jiang Guanlan.

Seeing his eyes, Yan Chaoyu was speechless and simply nodded instead. He nodded, withdrew his hand, and then it was Lin Yi and Zhou Xu’s turn.

Still, she pondered inwardly—she had always respected Shen Yanchu as a brother, someone she could trust with her life, a friend to stand by her through fire and water, willing to take a blade for her.

Shen Yanchu sat at the table, her features reflected in his eyes. His heart warmed, and he savored the moment, nodding gently.

Just moments ago, when the Capricorn Sanctuary collapsed with a thunderous roar, the divine brilliance of the Shennong chessboard sparked, blocking the space above Yun Xingchen’s head.

Poor Chen Changsheng had spent a sleepless night, unable to think of any good solution; the next day, he called Wei Jiang to his side.

Every grand event, each peak could only be chosen once, and those selected had no right to refuse. So far, Cai Yi had already failed five times; in the past, on the sea-view pavilion on the Prince’s lakeside island, Cai Yi had lost two rounds of Go against Yun Xingchen, forfeiting two chances.

Just as the Soul-devouring Ant was about to approach the Soul-nourishing Flower, the ground suddenly trembled. A shadow burst from beneath the earth and bit at the God-devouring Ant.

As she spoke, Cang Lan couldn’t help but shed a single tear, making her look even more pitiful.

When the nine-colored spiritual light faded, everyone bowed repeatedly towards the City God Temple. Only after a long time did they rise.

Luo Yao realized that what she wanted to say wasn’t this; she probably didn’t want to burden herself, thus she changed her words.

The Nascent Soul-stage ghost cultivator said something to the group of Foundation-stage ghost cultivators, then waved his hand, causing mist to rise around them.

Zhao Yang sent away a few lackeys and entered the cave residence. Zhao Lili lay on the bed, her gaze vacant, and only when Zhao Yang entered did she show a trace of life, her face suddenly contorting with rage.

Xue Pan thought of his mother and sisters crowding the room, endlessly praising him, the maids and matrons joining in, boasting that Madam and the girls enjoyed his blessings. He couldn’t help but chuckle foolishly.

The most terrifying thing was that once the underlying code was altered, his own program would instantly become someone else’s.

Mo Bai found them still useful, so he instructed the servants to treat them well, providing good food and drink, but only met with them once.

Meanwhile, those gathered around the cauldron didn’t idle; like Zhu Li, they sat cross-legged and began to pray with closed eyes.

The two warriors who cast ice spikes were set ablaze by fireballs, rolling on the ground in agony. Feng Yicheng stepped forward without hesitation and thrust his sword into the chest of the warrior frantically beating out the flames.

Kim Hyun-ah glanced back at her dumbfounded companions, a thunderous black line popping up over her head.

The golden lightning gradually faded, wisps of white smoke drifting up from the ground. The space once filled with red poisonous mist returned to peace.

She was probably worried that after he became an entertainer, the spotlight would blind him, making him unable to see her anymore.