novelraw Chapter 1075: His Majesty Joins Hands with Qingqing, Two Great Luck! (1)
Chapter 1075: His Majesty Joins Hands with Qingqing, Two Great Luck! (1)
Chapter 1075: His Majesty Joins Hands with Qingqing, Two Great Luck! (1)
Ji Longtai suddenly fainted, startling Madam Ji.
At first, she thought the monk had used some underhanded means. But as the dizziness surged through her nerves, she finally panicked.
“Master! Master, save me!” Mrs. Ji clutched the monk’s robe, pleading, “Master...”
Despair and fear filled her eyes, and her voice abruptly halted, the rest of her cries stuck in her throat.
As her vision was engulfed by darkness, she too collapsed unconscious.
The young monk had only sneaked out with his master for some barbecue and had never witnessed such a scene.
...
His legs felt weak, and he clung tightly to the monk’s sleeve, panic-stricken. “Master! Master, are they dead?”
“No, they’ve merely fainted,” the monk reassured him. “I warned them long ago, but they didn’t take me seriously.”
It had only been a couple of months since then.
The young monk was still frightened. “Master, since they’re unconscious, shouldn’t we help them? Don’t you have some powerful technique?”
“What era are we in? We must believe in science,” the monk coughed lightly, adopting a serious tone. “If Buddha could save people, why would we need doctors? Of course, we should call for an ambulance. It’s not like we can take them to the shrine and chant sutras together, right?”
The young monk nodded in confusion.
He had a nagging feeling that something was off, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.
Yet Ji Qingwei showed no gratitude.
Having her luck forcefully taken away only meant death.
Ji Qingwei was aware of this as well.
“They have nothing to do with me, and I can’t save everyone,” Si Fuqing frowned. “I’m more concerned about Qingyao.”
Though Ji Qingyao had severed ties with the Ji family with the help of the Thousand Army Alliance, Ji Qingwei’s godfather possessed formidable skills, and who knew what he might do?
“So you were truly robbed of your luck?” Yu Xiheng suddenly turned his head. “The Zuo family and the Ji family as well?”
Si Fuqing looked at him. “Brother Nine?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Yu Xiheng’s tone was cool. “Miss Si?”
This was the first time he had addressed her like this.
Though he used a respectful term, it carried a sense of distance, as if they were separated by countless chasms.
Si Fuqing was taken aback.
“I apologize,” Yu Xiheng closed his eyes briefly, letting out a soft sigh. “I was a bit harsh; I’m just worried about you.”
Worry was an understatement; he felt the creeping dread of what could go wrong.
Though he wasn’t well-versed in the aspects of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, he had learned some from JI Chunyuan.
In the past, the barbarian tribes had attempted to destroy the dragon veins to seize the luck of the Great Xia.
The luck of an entire dynasty was far more immense than that of a single person.