Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Ruan Fuxi smiled and nodded.
I was short on some medicinal herbs, and since Yan Zhou had them, I had to muster the courage to come and ask for them.
Old Master Sheng listened attentively, "What herbs do you need? Do you require anything else? Fuxi, don’t hesitate to ask."
Ruan Fuxi chuckled lightly, "Uncle Sheng, I only need thirty-year-old Rehmannia, fifty-year-old Angelica, and one or two decades of Goji berries. That will be enough."
Old Master Sheng glanced at his younger son with a knowing smile.
That rascal was quite generous. If he claimed he had no feelings for this girl, Old Master Sheng wouldn’t believe it.
One or two decades of Goji berries were incredibly precious; he himself only had one plant, which he had carefully preserved for treating his leg.
And now, the boy had casually given it away.
However, giving it to his daughter-in-law wasn’t a big deal. It was only right to be generous with family.
Sheng Yan Zhou met his father’s gaze but discreetly looked away.
Not just these herbs; he would give even more if needed. He just hoped that Little Xi wouldn’t refuse.
Old Master Sheng smiled warmly at Ruan Fuxi, "That’s good to hear. If you need anything else in the future, just let me know without any hesitation."
Ruan Fuxi nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Sheng."
The more Old Master Sheng looked at her, the more he liked her. Just then, the voice of Butler Jin came from outside the door.
"Master, the masters say they are available now; would the young master like to meet them?"
Butler Jin's words trailed off, but both Sheng Yan Zhou and Old Master Sheng knew why those masters had come to the estate today.
Old Master Sheng remained silent and turned to look at Sheng Yan Zhou.
This rascal had recently refused him and sent those masters away.
Sheng Yan Zhou secretly glanced at Ruan Fuxi again, feeling a wave of inferiority rise within him.
If he remained a cripple, how could he ever be worthy of pursuing Little Xi?
After seeing her again, he found that he no longer wanted to calmly accept his flaws and wait for death as he had before; he wanted to try once more.
"Let the masters in," Sheng Yanzhou said in a low voice.
Old Master Sheng was both surprised and delighted to hear this; finally, the boy had agreed. He shot a glare at his younger son. How could that brat change his mind? Just a moment ago, he had insisted that the masters be sent away.
Sheng Yanzhou looked over calmly. Upon seeing Xiao Xi, he felt that perhaps there was still hope for salvation.
Outside the door, Butler Jin was equally overjoyed by the sound. After responding, it wasn't long before several robed figures entered.
"Master Sheng, Mr. Sheng."
Ruan Fuxi stood to the side, curiously observing these guests. At this moment, she had already guessed that they were here today for Yanzhou's leg and fate.
The instant she laid eyes on Yanzhou, Ruan Fuxi realized that his life was hanging by a thread. But with her presence, she was determined to ensure he would live long.
Thinking this, Ruan Fuxi remained silent, not wanting to interrupt the masters. She wanted to assess the level of expertise among these practitioners of metaphysics and see if they could save Yanzhou.
Seated in his wheelchair, Sheng Yanzhou watched as the masters approached one by one to examine his condition. His expression was calm, making it difficult for others to gauge his emotions. Only he knew how much more anxious he felt this time compared to any previous occasion.
One by one, the masters performed their assessments—reading fortunes and calculating birth charts—only to ultimately wear heavy expressions and sigh deeply.
Once everyone had finished their evaluations, Old Master Sheng immediately asked, "Masters, is there any way to resolve this?"
The masters exchanged solemn looks and shook their heads. They were unaware of the cause of Yanzhou's leg injury; it was neither due to illness nor demonic forces, leaving them at a loss for how to treat it. As for fate, the length of one's life was predetermined by heaven. Even as cultivators, they had no power to alter such destinies.
Comment 0 Comment Count