Jiang Ruoxu Breaks Down in Tears Mo Lianxing Plans to Take More Than Her Share

"Such a chatterbox. This so-called fairy doesn’t seem all that impressive!"

"Honestly dragging down the prestige of the cultivation world."

Jiang Che let out a yawn.

That’s right—he could hear Mo Lianxing’s inner thoughts!

As a divine-tier skill, 'Divine Listening' was far beyond ordinary abilities like 'Heart-Reading.'

While 'Heart-Reading' could pick up a woman’s thoughts, it failed the moment Mo Lianxing hid inside her soul-nurturing ring.

But the upgraded 'Divine Listening' could perceive the voices of all living beings, making eavesdropping on Mo Lianxing’s thoughts child’s play.

And hearing inner voices was just the simplest function of this skill. If Jiang Che’s guess was correct, 'Divine Listening' was likely derived from the abilities of 'Diting,' the mount of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.

It could discern truth from falsehood in all things, especially excelling at reading hearts. Legend had it that during the 'True and False Monkey King' episode in Journey to the West, Diting had already identified the impostor when the two quarreled in the underworld.

Of course, if Jiang Che’s speculation was accurate, then his Villain System’s authority must be extraordinarily high.

If it could strip away the skills of Ksitigarbha’s sacred beast, what wouldn’t his system dare to do?

But Jiang Che couldn’t be bothered to dwell on it. He was a laid-back guy—no ambition, no drive.

Ten acres of modest farmland, a harem of beauties, and a trillion in the bank? That was enough for him.

......

"Master, what’s a supreme-grade spirit field? I feel like my cultivation has stabilized even more," Jiang Ruoxu communicated mentally with Mo Lianxing.

[Supreme-grade spirit field? Well, you’ve never seen one anyway, so explaining it would be pointless. Just know it’s incredibly rare—even at my peak, fields of this level were hard to come by.]

Mo Lianxing’s tone carried a trace of arrogance, as if clinging to it could momentarily distract her from the humiliating reality of being reduced to a wisp of a remnant soul.

Jiang Ruoxu sighed inwardly. His master was often unbearably haughty, constantly belittling and scolding her little disciple.

But what could he do? She was his master, after all. It wasn’t like he could rebel and overthrow her.

"If my brother has something as amazing as a supreme-grade spirit field, he must have Soul-Nurturing Pills too, right?"

Mo Lianxing scoffed.

[With that Five-Layer Spirit-Locking Array set up at his home, plus the supreme-grade spirit field... There’s no doubt he’s backed by an immensely powerful elder. Even at my peak, I’d have to address such a figure with reverence...]

[You think someone like that wouldn’t have Soul-Nurturing Pills? Forget flawless-grade—he could probably even produce transcendent-grade ones.]

[Once you meet your brother, butter him up a little. Maybe we can score a transcendent-grade pill...]

Jiang Ruoxu: "......"

He had plenty of criticism to unleash, but he swallowed it all.

At least there was hope now. If Jiang Che was this formidable, even if he didn’t have the pills, he’d surely have another way to save his master, right?

The weight in the young man’s heart lightened slightly.

His master might be sharp-tongued, but she’d sacrificed everything, burning her own soul to save him. That alone made her his master for life!

...

"Young Master Jiang, done admiring? Our master has been waiting for you."

The voices of two maids snapped Jiang Ruoxu back to reality.

"Oh—right!"

He nodded hastily, gulped, and followed them inside.

[Disciple, ask your brother if we can take just a tiny bit of the spirit field soil. A small bowlful—he wouldn’t mind, would he?]

Mo Lianxing hadn’t even met Jiang Che yet, but she was already scheming to pocket some of his treasures.

Jiang Ruoxu winced. Master... We’re here to beg for help, not to loot the place!

Thankfully, Jiang Che hadn’t heard—his dignity would’ve been obliterated.

Little did he know... Jiang Che’s 'Divine Listening' had captured every word.

...

Inside the Jiang residence, the grand hall was staffed by six or seven stunning maids in Gothic-style uniforms.

The household had tidied up for the guest.

Though it was daytime, and Yu Wan'er, Ye Mengyao, and the others were in class, plenty of girls remained at home.

For instance, at that moment, Jiang Che was lounging on the sofa with the cat Huangdoufen in his arms and Dong'er by his side.

The sprawling villa housed no males—not even a single male mosquito—except for Jiang Che himself.

Legs crossed, one arm draped around Dong'er’s waist, Jiang Che exuded a roguish charm as he glanced at Jiang Ruoxu.

"Tsk tsk. Got your ass kicked, didn’t you?"

Though Jiang Ruoxu looked fine on the surface, his meridians were severely damaged.

Those attackers from the other side were genuine Heaven-Shattering Realm experts—how could he possibly win?

Surviving a few slaps was sheer luck.

The mention of the beating made Jiang Ruoxu’s nose sting. The memory of those arrogant bastards, flaunting their overwhelming power and nearly killing him, flooded back.

He hadn’t dared to tell his family, fearing they’d be dragged into the mess.

But now, seeing Jiang Che’s overwhelming prowess, he felt an instant surge of security—like he’d finally found his anchor.

He burst into tears.

"B-Brother... You’ve got to stand up for me! They almost killed me!"

[Ding! Host has staged a 'pitiful act,' earning 250 show-off points.]

Jiang Ruoxu paused, then wailed even louder.

Even as a chosen protagonist, he was still just a 16-year-old kid, crying his heart out.

Jiang Che’s lips twitched. This kid... needs to toughen up.

"Beaten up? You’re already a Grandmaster late-stage martial artist. The only ones who could threaten you... must be Heaven-Shattering Realm experts. There are only a handful of those in the country. Were your attackers from the Chosen Ones’ Association?"

Propping his chin on one hand, Jiang Che effortlessly elevated his own prestige with just a few words.

Of course, this performance wasn’t for Jiang Ruoxu—it was for the master hiding in that ring.

[What? He knows about the Chosen Ones’ Association? Is he one of them?]

[No, probably not. The Association spans realms and dimensions, but with a backer this formidable, he’d naturally know of them.]

[Still, I’d better stay hidden. If he is connected to them, I’ll never escape.]