Ruan Ruoyin’s hand, which had yet to pick up the potato chip, froze in place: “”
No, Zaizai, Mom was just joking!
Why are you seriously contemplating life?!
Ruan Ruoyin hurriedly tossed the potato chips aside and poked at the round, plump bubble, hoping to pop it.
But no matter how much she poked, those two words remained stubbornly and annoyingly centered on the screen.
Damn it!
Zaizai, let me tell you, even if you die, I can spend money to revive you!
Overwhelmed by sorrow, Ruan Ruoyin curled her thumb against her index finger and flicked it toward the Chibi Character.
Fu Ruheng, who had been leaning against the tree, was suddenly struck by a powerful gust of wind that rushed toward him with thunderous force.
Before he could react, he was knocked to the ground.
Fortunately, he landed on his back, distributing the impact evenly, so it didn’t hurt too much.
Fu Ruheng’s long hair splayed out around him, and his dark eyes momentarily lost focus.
He pressed a fist to his lips, coughing lightly to suppress the metallic taste in his throat.
After a moment, he let out a soft laugh.
How childish.
Did that person notice his desire to die and was warning him?
Did he/she not want him to die?
Somehow, Fu Ruheng had a strange premonition: if he truly acted on any suicidal impulse, that person would urgently stop him, just like before.
This premonition was absurd, but Fu Ruheng believed it.
He straightened up, the wind lifting his long hair and brushing past his beautiful eyes and brows. The tranquil scenery of Tianjian Mountain Forest faded into the background as his thin, attractive lips curved slightly upward.
Distracted by that person’s intervention, he no longer wanted to die.
He still wanted to know why that person was constantly by his side.
He couldn’t bear to die now.
Ruan Ruoyin raised an eyebrow, watching as the Chibi Character was flicked to the ground and silently stood up again. She felt both vindicated and heartbroken.
“If you ever think about dying again, I’ll…”
She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Forget it, Zaizai is already so pitiful. If I bully him any more, he’ll be devastated.
And besides…
Ruan Ruoyin’s gaze fell to the center of the screen, where the round bubble with the words “want to die” had already vanished.
This meant Zaizai was no longer feeling pessimistic!
Ruan Ruoyin felt reassured.
Her appetite for snacks returned.
She grabbed the bag of potato chips, hugged it to her chest, and began munching on one with relish.
Good Zaizai, live well. Whatever you want, Mom can buy it for you!
Speaking of “spending,” the reason she could splurge so lavishly in the game was because Ruan Ruoyin had an unlimited Black Card.
The Black Card was her cheat code after transmigrating into an early-era tragic novel.
The Black Card was bound to her, and even if she threw it away, it would reappear by her side the next day.
This Black Card was also the reason Ruan Ruoyin could confidently cut ties with the Ruan family.
As for why she severed ties with the Ruan family…
Ruan Ruoyin, who knew the plot well, shook her head and sighed. The Ruan family had many children and had never cared about Ruan Ruoyin. If it weren’t for her kidney matching Shen Qingxue’s later on, the Ruan family would have treated her as invisible.
Thinking about how the Ruan family would later hypocritically pressure Ruan Ruoyin to donate her kidney to Shen Qingxue, and their ugly attempts to cozy up to Ji Minchen, Ruan Ruoyin couldn’t help but laugh.
Aren’t her kidneys just as valuable as anyone else’s, even though she’s also a child of the Ruan family?
Besides, to save Shen Qingxue, it wasn’t absolutely necessary to use Ruan Ruoyin’s kidney. While her kidney was literally the most suitable match, how could such a vast world lack a kidney compatible with Shen Qingxue? According to the plot, Shen Qingxue’s biological mother’s kidney was also a match for her.
Even Shen Qingxue’s own biological mother pretended to be deaf and mute, refusing to speak up. Yet they expected Ruan Ruoyin, who had never even met Shen Qingxue, to “donate” one of her kidneys? Were they out of their minds?
Ruan Ruoyin angrily crunched the potato chips in her mouth, while the little figure in her mind furiously whipped two boards labeled “the Ruan Family” and “Ji Minchen.”
What a bunch of scumbag family members! And that trashy man!
Just as Ruan Ruoyin was enjoying her mental whipping session, she noticed the water ripple in the center of her phone screen shimmer slightly.
The screen instantly became shrouded in mist.
Huh?
Was Zaizai heading to a new area?
Ruan Ruoyin immediately snapped back to attention, her watery almond eyes glued to the screen.
After resting, Fu Ruheng left the Heavenly Sword Mountain Forest before nightfall.
He needed to sell the Bloodlotus flowers and purchase the remaining medicinal herbs required to rebuild his Spiritual Root.
Those herbs weren’t particularly rare; they could be bought as long as one had spirit stones.
Not far from the Heavenly Sword Mountain Forest was a city called Heavenly Sword City, which housed many medicinal herb shops.
He could first auction off the Bloodlotus flowers and then use the spirit stones he earned to buy the herbs he needed.
Knowing it was unwise to flaunt wealth, Fu Ruheng bought a black cloak from a street vendor, completely covering himself in it. He also purchased a pair of black gloves to conceal his slender, pale, and elegant fingers, leaving no trace of skin texture that could reveal his age.
Having been the Demon Lord for tens of thousands of years, Fu Ruheng exuded an overwhelming, dark aura, with killing intent that seemed to flood the surroundings.
Whenever someone passed by him, they would show signs of fear and hastily run away.
Even though the cultivation level he displayed was zero, no one dared to look at him with curiosity.
They could only assume that this black-cloaked figure had reached a certain realm of power, one where he had returned to simplicity and purity.
Thus, when Fu Ruheng arrived at the medicinal herb shop, the shopkeeper trembled in fear, worried that Fu Ruheng might destroy his entire shop in a fit of displeasure.
He repeatedly smiled apologetically, his attitude exceptionally respectful. “Customer, what do you need?”
Fu Ruheng tossed a ring to the shopkeeper, his voice deliberately lowered to conceal his age. “Take fifty Bloodlotus flowers from inside and exchange them for an equivalent amount of spirit stones.”
As long as the owner of the Storage Ring didn’t set up any restrictions, others could freely store or retrieve items from it.
Fu Ruheng had no cultivation level and couldn’t open the Storage Ring on his own, so he had to hand it over to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper had actually prepared himself for extortion, never expecting this powerful figure to simply be selling medicinal herbs.
Trembling, he took the ring and probed into its spatial interior, feeling utterly shocked.
Inside the ring’s space was an endless expanse of black mist, making it impossible to gauge its size. A hundred Bloodlotus flowers were neatly stacked inside, releasing a surging and intense spiritual energy.
Hiss, this ring, this staggering number of Bloodlotus flowers…
“Customer, please wait a moment,” the shopkeeper respectfully bowed. The black-cloaked figure before him was undoubtedly a top-tier expert.
With such an aura, he wouldn’t be surprised if this person hadn’t killed tens of thousands of people.
The shopkeeper valued his life and knew that powerful individuals disliked being bothered by the weak. Trembling, he took half of the blood lotuses from the red jade ring and deposited an excess amount of spirit stones into it.
Wiping the sweat that had unknowingly beaded on his forehead, he spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum, “Sir, it’s all done. Please check the amount of spirit stones and see if there’s anything you’re dissatisfied with.”
Fu Ruheng had no intention of making things difficult for the shopkeeper. He had written down all the medicinal herbs he needed on a piece of paper and handed it over.
“Do you have all these medicinal herbs?”
“Pack them into the ring according to the list, and deduct the spirit stones at your prices.”
The shopkeeper took the paper, glanced at it, and nodded happily. “Yes, yes, yes.”
With so many medicinal herbs, even if they were all common ones, he could still make a decent profit.
The shopkeeper was grinning from ear to ear, now looking at Fu Ruheng as if he were a god of wealth.
“I’ll go fetch the medicinal herbs for you right away. Please take a seat in our private lounge and wait a moment.”
Fu Ruheng was ushered to a private lounge on the second floor.
The second floor was spacious, adorned with an antique charm, and each table was equipped with a white jade teapot.
After sitting down, Fu Ruheng slightly bent his long legs. He had no interest in drinking tea. Through the mask, his strikingly beautiful and intense peach blossom eyes habitually swept over the layout of the second floor with an air of indifference.
Aside from him, there was another table of people on the second floor.
Two men and two women.