Turning Life Around

The first reading had said: Xu Yi would die before coming back to life, blessed with a long and prosperous future.

The second had said: a deadly predicament with no chance of survival.

The two readings had seemed contradictory, but now the contradiction had unraveled.

A deadly predicament with no chance of survival—didn't that describe Xu Yi's current state? Five of his Seven Souls were gone; he was practically a dead man.

Dying before coming back to life, blessed with a long and prosperous future—this most likely foretold that he, Young Master Duck, could unravel Xu Yi's current death trap.

Once he did, Xu Yi would surely repay him with everything he had, considering the service he'd rendered.

What delighted him even more was that following a man with an endless supply of Precious Medicine and wealth without equal meant a bright future was all but guaranteed. Young Master Duck wouldn't have to exhaust himself searching for another patron.

As for Yan Zi's rude offense, he couldn't be bothered with it. In his eyes, that madwoman Yan Zi probably wouldn't survive anyway.

"Quack, quack. Though we've gathered all the Precious Medicine, saving your young master won't be easy. I have a Wedding Dress Divine Art that can transfer Life Source Power. This divine art consumes a tremendous amount of vitality. I'll have to give it everything I've got, but the key lies with you. The transfer will use your Life Source Power to replenish that brat Xu Yi. Once it begins, I won't be able to control it. Given his condition, he'll probably drain you dry. When it's over, you'll be nothing but an empty husk. Don't say I didn't warn you, quack, quack..."

Ruiya knew that with Yan Zi's level of madness, no matter how terrifyingly he described the