After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

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.

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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.

Scratching his bald head, he thought for a long time without arriving at an answer, so he decided not to dwell on it and cheerfully said, “Master, let’s hurry to eat barbecue. You said that thing called beef tripe is delicious, right?”

“Disciple, I have some matters to attend to. Go to the pedestrian street and buy a candied hawthorn stick. Here’s some change,” the monk said, pulling out a few coins. “And remember to bring me a jar of wine on your way back.”

After successfully sending the young monk away, the monk dialed an emergency number while checking on Ji Longtai and his wife.

The more he examined, the more shocked he became, gasping, “So ruthless!”

He could clearly see that the Ji family members all had signs of an early demise.

He had not expected that the cause would be the depletion of their luck.

And in just a few seconds, they had been completely drained, leaving nothing behind.

Even if they were sent to the hospital, they would likely not survive more than seven days.

Incidents of borrowing and robbing luck were common, and the monk had encountered a few during his cultivation.

But this method of robbing luck was unheard of, making his scalp tingle.

The monk pulled out his newly released smartphone and pondered for a moment before dialing Si Fuqing’s number. “Amitabha, Female Benefactor, how are you?”

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At this moment, aboard the flight to Sijiu City.

Si Fuqing had her phone on speaker as she listened to the monk’s account. “I understand. I’ll head over immediately. You go to the Thousand Army Alliance and say you’re looking for Ji Qingyao. Don’t worry; you’ll be compensated well.”

After ending the call, Yue Jian raised an eyebrow. “Ji Qingwei is quite ruthless; after all, those are her relatives. She can just act against them like that.”

Even if Ji Longtai and his wife valued profit above all, they had raised Ji Qingwei for many years, giving her everything, spending billions just to find medicinal materials for her.

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.