Chapter 458: Are you really a damn celebrity?? (2)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 458: Are you really a damn celebrity?? (2)
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“Luck transfer?” Old Master Ji’s expression changed. “A forbidden formation like that has appeared?”
“Oh, I’m just asking.” Ji Xingzhi said casually. “Been learning some new stuff lately.”
He might be unreliable, but he understood what mattered.
Anyone capable of setting up a luck-transfer array was definitely a powerful Yin-and-Yang master.
If it involved someone from the Ji family, that would be bad.
“If it’s been more than ten years, then there’s no way.” Old Master Ji paced with his hands behind his back. “After ten years, the stolen luck has already fused with the thief. It can’t be reclaimed.”
And since they went to such lengths to set up a formation like this, the thief and the victim must share certain similarities. That’s the only way luck can be transferred smoothly. It’s like fitting a round cake into a round mold—try to force a square one in, and something will always be missing.”
Ji Xingzhi scratched his head. “But what if the luck gets taken back, and the thief just… croaks?”
Old Master Ji clapped his hands. “Then it means a massive stroke of luck suddenly descended upon that person—they’re a child of luck!”
“That’s the same as saying nothing.” Ji Xingzhi was speechless. “Forget it. You’re old and useless. I’ll figure it out myself.”
Old Master Ji glared, about to retort, when the butler arrived carrying a box.
“Master, all the finest items are here. I’ve also brought the mask the young master asked for.”
“Let me see, let me see.” Ji Xingzhi washed his hands and picked up the black-and-gold mask from the top. “Damn—no wonder it’s an antique. This thing’s beautiful.”
“Emperor Yin?” Ji Xingzhi was puzzled. “Why would the Emperor Yin wear a mask?”
“That’s because you never read history, you little brat.” Old Master Ji said resentfully, disappointed at his lack of effort. “It’s written right there in your middle school history textbook. When the Emperor Yin was twenty, he personally led a campaign beyond the frontier. A barbarian princess fell in love with him at first sight and insisted on marrying no one but him.
So afterward, to avoid trouble, the Emperor Yin started wearing a mask.”
Ji Xingzhi muttered, “He must’ve been ridiculously handsome.”
“Hurry up and go find Master Yu Wu,” Old Master Ji shoved him. “Change your clothes and stop hanging around the house—you’re an eyesore.”
“Master?” Ji Xingzhi said as he went to wash up, muttering to himself. “Oh—did I forget to tell him my big brother is actually a woman? Whatever, it's not important.”
At that level of combat strength, what difference did gender make?
Not even human, really.
**
That evening, in the villa courtyard.
“Brother Jiu,” Feng San appeared soundlessly. “The matter with Ming Wenxian was handled by the Supernatural Management Bureau. Miss Si didn’t even need to warm up.”
Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, unsurprised, his voice calm. “Mm. He’s an evolver.”
Feng San froze for a moment and looked up at the projected screen ahead.
The camera had just swept past Xie Yu in the center position.
He jolted. “He—he’s an evolver?”
You’re an evolver and you came to the entertainment industry?!
Who’s the lunatic here?
“Yes.” Yu Xiheng’s gaze was indifferent. “A-rank.”
Feng San was stunned again. “A-A-rank?!”
The Mo family’s lineage had produced quite a few evolvers over the years.
Having the evolutionary gene didn’t necessarily mean high combat power, but among their brothers, only Chen Ying was a B-rank evolver.
And now there was an A-rank?!
Feng San felt dazed. “Th-then Miss Si…”
Yu Xiheng’s eyes shifted slightly as he was about to speak.
There was a knock at the door, and then it opened.
A girl poked her head in cautiously.
Yu Xiheng set down his teacup. “It’s windy outside. Come in.”
“Oh, boss.” Si Fuqing dragged a suitcase in. “I got a lot of medicinal herbs from the Pei family. I’ll help you up and change your dressing.”
Yu Xiheng smiled. “Weak, am I?”
“No!” Si Fuqing reacted instantly, her expression solemn. “Boss, you’re immensely strong—strong enough to lift a cauldron!”
Feng San’s mouth twitched.
It seemed that all the flattery Miss Si would ever give in her lifetime had been spent on Brother Jiu alone.
“These medicinal ingredients are pretty good,” Si Fuqing said as she adjusted a few prescriptions. “Boss, you should be able to feel the strength in your legs steadily returning lately.”
Yu Xiheng fell silent for a brief moment, then gave a quiet hum in response.
Feng San was overjoyed. “Brother Jiu can finally stand again—this is great!”
“Yes. Boss still gets periodic pain in his legs every month,” Si Fuqing said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “I adjusted the formula with a few herbs. A medicinal bath once every three days and at most three months, and he’ll make a full recovery.”
“Oh, I’m just asking.” Ji Xingzhi said casually. “Been learning some new stuff lately.”
He might be unreliable, but he understood what mattered.
Anyone capable of setting up a luck-transfer array was definitely a powerful Yin-and-Yang master.
If it involved someone from the Ji family, that would be bad.
“If it’s been more than ten years, then there’s no way.” Old Master Ji paced with his hands behind his back. “After ten years, the stolen luck has already fused with the thief. It can’t be reclaimed.”
And since they went to such lengths to set up a formation like this, the thief and the victim must share certain similarities. That’s the only way luck can be transferred smoothly. It’s like fitting a round cake into a round mold—try to force a square one in, and something will always be missing.”
Ji Xingzhi scratched his head. “But what if the luck gets taken back, and the thief just… croaks?”
Old Master Ji clapped his hands. “Then it means a massive stroke of luck suddenly descended upon that person—they’re a child of luck!”
“That’s the same as saying nothing.” Ji Xingzhi was speechless. “Forget it. You’re old and useless. I’ll figure it out myself.”
Old Master Ji glared, about to retort, when the butler arrived carrying a box.
“Master, all the finest items are here. I’ve also brought the mask the young master asked for.”
“Let me see, let me see.” Ji Xingzhi washed his hands and picked up the black-and-gold mask from the top. “Damn—no wonder it’s an antique. This thing’s beautiful.”
-mask
“Emperor Yin?” Ji Xingzhi was puzzled. “Why would the Emperor Yin wear a mask?”
“That’s because you never read history, you little brat.” Old Master Ji said resentfully, disappointed at his lack of effort. “It’s written right there in your middle school history textbook. When the Emperor Yin was twenty, he personally led a campaign beyond the frontier. A barbarian princess fell in love with him at first sight and insisted on marrying no one but him.
So afterward, to avoid trouble, the Emperor Yin started wearing a mask.”
Ji Xingzhi muttered, “He must’ve been ridiculously handsome.”
“Hurry up and go find Master Yu Wu,” Old Master Ji shoved him. “Change your clothes and stop hanging around the house—you’re an eyesore.”
“Master?” Ji Xingzhi said as he went to wash up, muttering to himself. “Oh—did I forget to tell him my big brother is actually a woman? Whatever, it's not important.”
At that level of combat strength, what difference did gender make?
Not even human, really.
**
That evening, in the villa courtyard.
“Brother Jiu,” Feng San appeared soundlessly. “The matter with Ming Wenxian was handled by the Supernatural Management Bureau. Miss Si didn’t even need to warm up.”
Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, unsurprised, his voice calm. “Mm. He’s an evolver.”
Feng San froze for a moment and looked up at the projected screen ahead.
The camera had just swept past Xie Yu in the center position.
He jolted. “He—he’s an evolver?”
You’re an evolver and you came to the entertainment industry?!
Who’s the lunatic here?
“Yes.” Yu Xiheng’s gaze was indifferent. “A-rank.”
Feng San was stunned again. “A-A-rank?!”
The Mo family’s lineage had produced quite a few evolvers over the years.
Having the evolutionary gene didn’t necessarily mean high combat power, but among their brothers, only Chen Ying was a B-rank evolver.
And now there was an A-rank?!
Feng San felt dazed. “Th-then Miss Si…”
Yu Xiheng’s eyes shifted slightly as he was about to speak.
There was a knock at the door, and then it opened.
A girl poked her head in cautiously.
Yu Xiheng set down his teacup. “It’s windy outside. Come in.”
“Oh, boss.” Si Fuqing dragged a suitcase in. “I got a lot of medicinal herbs from the Pei family. I’ll help you up and change your dressing.”
Yu Xiheng smiled. “Weak, am I?”
“No!” Si Fuqing reacted instantly, her expression solemn. “Boss, you’re immensely strong—strong enough to lift a cauldron!”
Feng San’s mouth twitched.
It seemed that all the flattery Miss Si would ever give in her lifetime had been spent on Brother Jiu alone.
“These medicinal ingredients are pretty good,” Si Fuqing said as she adjusted a few prescriptions. “Boss, you should be able to feel the strength in your legs steadily returning lately.”
Yu Xiheng fell silent for a brief moment, then gave a quiet hum in response.
Feng San was overjoyed. “Brother Jiu can finally stand again—this is great!”
“Yes. Boss still gets periodic pain in his legs every month,” Si Fuqing said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “I adjusted the formula with a few herbs. A medicinal bath once every three days and at most three months, and he’ll make a full recovery.”
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