Chapter 16: Applying the Medicine

A scar on the body is an immense burden on a woman's heart. Even someone as accomplished as Su Ruoxi was no exception.

"Miss Ruoxi, you just need to apply a little of this to the scar," Lin Yu explained.

With a hand dipped in the medicated water, Su Ruoxi gently dabbed it onto her scar. Her cheeks flushed, for out of the corner of her eye...

For example, one hundred low-grade spirit coins could be exchanged for a single mid-grade coin, and it took either one hundred mid-grade coins or ten thousand low-grade coins to equal a single high-grade spirit coin.

Seeing her press her hands together in supplication, Bai Yu, never one to meddle unnecessarily, nodded. "I can keep it from our parents, but I will tell Second Brother. There should be no secrets between husband and wife, especially those involving family."

It was clear the photo had been taken through a window; at first glance, the angle made it seem as if the photographer was truly in the mountains.

Now, with the arrival of the new boss, even department managers had been dismissed in droves. Naturally, her own job was far from secure, so she wanted to make a good impression.

The three of them were all underclassmen to Yang Wei. Absurd as it seemed, it hadn’t led to any trouble. The reason they had only just woken was due to some advice from Xia Na, from which Yang Wei had ultimately chosen one suggestion.

Though Xin Er found the man a headache, he began to amplify his own defenses and enhancements to their maximum, abandoning his usual spell attacks in favor of pure physical assault.

Outside, snow was still falling, but it was no longer the red flakes from before—now, large, white snowflakes danced through the air like goose down.

When the green soul-fire shot toward him like a streak of light, he showed no intention of dodging. Instead, he drew in a deep breath, and as the soul-fire approached, he opened his mouth and spat out a jet of black-red demonic flame.

Better to savor this excellent tea, he thought, watching the pained expression on his lord’s face. Such fine tea might not come again.

So, while most of their classmates enjoyed an unexpected dinner gathering, Xia Hanqing, Tang Zheng, and Wang Yanqiu remained in the large classroom on the first floor of Teaching Building Two, participating in a fruit platter competition.

"Yuanxia must be in there!" Cao Jiang was furious beyond measure. He had no idea who had rescued Yuanxia, but whoever had spoiled his plan could not be allowed to escape.

Colin’s question struck at the heart. Jing Jian could not evade it; otherwise, his credibility would be destroyed, and instead of bolstering his reputation, he would be left infamous.

Old Tan suddenly tossed his cigarette to the ground, stamped it out gently, and released a long sigh.

"Never considered Jingda?" Zhu Guoliang asked with a smile. "Jingda and Huaqing are like family." Unlike the playful rivalry between the students, the deep connection between these two universities ran long and deep; professors often moved between them, and there was little sense of rivalry.

Lin Hai handed the control rope to the sand crab, thinking he was fortunate not to have made a grave mistake—otherwise, his master would have punished him again. The sand crab looked strangely familiar, especially the eyes on either side of its broad forehead.

Before Long Tian could make sense of what was happening, he heard the night owl give a hoarse cry—"Gaa~~"—then, with a flap of its wings, it was already gone, disappearing toward the National War Passage.

The use of "felt" here was because, from a visual and spatial perspective, the long-haired man hadn't gone far, though the sensation was otherwise.

"But what will you do in the future? You'll be at a disadvantage when it comes time for assignments." Seeing Jing Jian's indifference, Chu Yueting grew even more worried.

At the time, Jing Jian felt guilty. Since Zhao Xia wanted it, he gave it to her. He hadn't expected her temperament to be exactly the same in this life.

Zhao Xin was ever so unceremonious; upon entering, she assumed an air of superiority and then went straight to my bed.

"So you really are unharmed." Upon seeing Yue Yi’s calm and unruffled expression, Meng Li’s heart sank. Her Rakshasa Mirror’s attack had failed to inflict any real harm—Yue Yi was truly formidable.