Chapter 17: Unable to Repay, Offering Herself in Return

Su Ruoxi clutched the thin prescription tightly in her hand, her eyes betraying an excitement she could barely contain. She carefully examined the ingredients listed on the sheet—every single one was an ordinary herb she knew well, nothing strange or hard to find.

Lin Yu’s voice echoed in her ear, “That’s right. All the materials you need are simple herbs. You can buy them easily at any herbal shop…”

“Well, beauty, you know me?” Xia Lianqiang showed no fear of Destiny Nine, even though he knew that anyone who could enter the Nie family and become the granddaughter-in-law was not just an ordinary person.

A young man gripped the child tightly—the one Destiny Nine had saved earlier, Yan.

She slipped the number 200 token from the computer desk into her pocket, changed into everyday clothes, and went out.

Soon after, the sounds unsuitable for children echoed again from the room, accompanied by Su Shanjun’s heartfelt confession.

That year, Wang Cheng’en, Li Ruolian, Zhu Yujian, Gu Dayong—all the trusted aides were still there. The world had not yet fallen into despair, Zhu Youjian had not developed his taste for flesh, but now, the Chongzhen Emperor had completely turned dark, so much so that even he no longer recognized himself.

Elder Zhong nodded ruthlessly, already thinking of how to deal with those two disciples from the Yue family. He had even devised the best way for them to vanish without a trace.

“Everyone, enjoy yourselves. We’ll discuss the treasure after the feast,” Ji Yuhen glanced at the vibrant faces around him, smiled faintly, stopped drinking, and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Every time she visited a new place, she would take photos with unique features and post them on Weibo. But to avoid her mood being affected by public opinion, she would log out immediately after posting.

“I was thinking of doing something myself, but it seems unnecessary now. Why do Yue’s two brothers seem like heroes with nowhere to put their talents?” Sang Jincheng touched his nose as he spoke.

With so many thoughts crowding her mind, she completely ignored Destiny Nine, who was following behind her son, smiling gently at the mother and child.

The Immovable Buddha was a veteran in the Buddhist order, having joined during the era of the Investiture of the Gods. He practiced the Immovable Battle Method, and the Immovable King of Lingshan was his junior disciple. The Immovable Buddha’s cultivation was just a hair’s breadth away from the King Buddha.

Once again she realized her own selfishness—which child does not yearn for the love of both parents? Yet, because of a moment’s hesitation, she had deprived her son of a father’s presence for seven years.

Another crucial point to mention is the influence of radio on American children. Wireless radio replaced parents as the primary teacher for preschoolers. This “teacher” needed to make money, so children growing up in the 1920s became the first true “consumers.”

Seeing Xiao Yu’s phone call and remembering certain things, he felt a wave of irritation. Watching the two of them appear as if they were lovers, his anger inexplicably grew. He kissed her only to embarrass and teach her a lesson, but unexpectedly, it only made him feel worse.

Shi Huang shouted loudly, unwilling to expend any more effort in vain. Facing Lü Tianming, a prodigy of monstrous talent, his innate magical weapon was of little use.

The Earth Walker said, “Now it’s my turn.” He spun around and suddenly disappeared into the ground, his figure vanishing.

Lu Chen was in no hurry, watching him idly. He believed the Great Emperor of the Temple would make his choice.

Su Yusheng’s lips parted as if to speak, but Night Shallow let out a low laugh. Under the mask, her lips gleamed, curling into a wicked smile. Su Yusheng frowned slightly, but Night Shallow moved closer to Bai Li, staring intently at her phoenix eyes that glimmered like jade. A chilling voice followed.

I truly hope she will return in the end. After all, Peach Blossom Island, once the dream fades, is still home to us all.