Chapter 27: Another Blow to Dai Mubai

Zhu Zhuqing followed him out, then backhandedly closed the door, and anxiously asked the imperial physician: "Doctor Wu, will the Second Prince's injury affect his future cultivation?"

Doctor Wu shook his head and said: "Most likely not; the Second Prince's physique is excellent. He'll recover soon."

Receiving the affirmative answer, Zhu Zhuqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, opened the door, and returned to the room.

At this moment, Dai Xiyu sat on the bed, his expression calm.

Originally, he thought he had not suffered any backlash.

But he never expected the power of fate to be so overbearing.

Even someone with such a robust physique, and being the attacker, could suffer a rebounding fracture.

Looking at the bandages wrapped around his right leg, Dai Xiyu couldn't help but recall the previous banquet.

At the banquet, he punched Dai Mubai into a fracture, yet suffered no backlash himself.

Thus, Dai Xiyu understood.

As long as he doesn't deliver a killing blow, even if his aim is to cripple, no backlash will occur.

But if he does deliver a killing blow, fate will automatically protect the Son of Fortune, turning danger into safety.

This is also why, in the original story, the Shrek Seven Monsters are like indestructible cockroaches, able to turn every crisis into an opportunity.

And those villains, merely because their fate is inferior to the protagonist's, can only end up being overturned.

"Dai Mubai's fortune still has 17 million left. If we kill him, we can plunder 8.5 million of it at once."

"But then the remaining 8.5 million would be wasted… This is perfect; we can slowly play with him, no need to rush to kill him."

Thinking this, Dai Xiyu broke into a smile.

Not only is she the Daughter of Fortune.

Even if he is the Son of Fortune as an enemy, he is still my reserve of fortune.

Whether it's Dai Mubai, or Tang San, Oscar, or Ma Hongjun—these protagonists—their fortune will ultimately all be mine.

Rather than killing them too early and wasting fortune, it's better to find a way to collect all fortune into my pocket.

Having read the entire original work, I have foreknowledge of the plot; that is my advantage.

Thinking this, Dai Xiyu's mood lightened.

That night, he used the need for care as an excuse to keep Zhu Zhuqing behind.

Although he could only obtain fifty thousand in one night, Dai Xiyu didn't want to waste it.

Moreover, Zhu Zhuqing can store up to four hundred thousand in a single night; this fortune will eventually all belong to Dai Xiyu.

After the injury, three days quickly passed.

And on the evening of the third day.

Dai Mubai, awakened.

After his consciousness returned from the dazed darkness, Dai Mubai opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling.

Beside him, a maid stepped forward immediately, delighted: "Your Highness, you've awakened!"

Upon her saying that, a nearby attendant also hurried over to look.

Dai Mubai recalled his previous ordeal, furrowed his brows, and asked: "How long was I unconscious?"

The attendant from an earl's household immediately replied:

"Your Highness, you've slept for three days. Earlier that doctor said you injured your cervical spine, making it highly unlikely you'd ever wake again; fortunately, you are blessed by heaven."

Turning his head, Dai Mubai glanced around the bedroom and asked: "What about those two?"

The attendant's expression was somewhat unnatural as he scratched his head and said: "The Devil King was injured, returned to the duke's manor to recuperate, and still hasn't recovered."

"Chen Gao… he hasn't come these past few days, though I once happened to see him lingering at the… at the Second Prince's door."

Hearing the attendant say that, Dai Mubai gritted his teeth but didn't say anything else.

Seeing this, the attendant hesitated and asked: "Your Highness, what should we do next?"

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes and said: "Since Dai Xiyu has been hiding his strength all along, we have only to wait for Dai Weisi to return."

"Besides, I didn't suffer this injury for nothing. Just half a month ago I barely broke through; after this injury, my soul power has increased and now stands at rank seventeen."

Upon hearing Dai Mubai say that, the attendant's eyes lit up: "Congratulations, Your Highness, on another breakthrough!"

Saying this, the attendant seemed to recall something and hurriedly added:

"By the way, Your Highness, there's one more thing. I heard that after the Soul Duel ended, the Second Prince also got injured, apparently a fracture."

Dai Mubai, upon hearing this, was invigorated.

"If that's true, that's simply wonderful!"

He slowly sat up, slightly shaking his stiff neck.

Unexpectedly, there was no feeling of any bone injury.

Dai Xiyu's fierce strike, he recovered from in just three days, and even broke through his soul power in the process.

In contrast, Dai Xiyu, with a single kick, even shocked himself into a fracture.

From this, it's clear that Dai Xiyu's strength is not terribly formidable.

The effect of that millennium second ring is not as fearsome as it appears.

Thinking this, Dai Mubai coldly snorted:

"Since we can't deal with him for now, let's wait for Dai Weisi. When the two contend, we fishermen will reap the benefit."

"Speaking of which, after the academy's final Soul Duel ends, in just a few days it will be the annual Noble Grand Soul Duel. Dai Xiyu won't be able to act arrogantly for long…"

Mid-sentence, the bedroom door was suddenly flung open from outside.

Immediately afterward, several people filed in one after another.

Dai Mubai had just lifted his head when he saw that most hateful face.

After three days of recuperation, Dai Xiyu's fracture had also fully healed.

Today, he came just to handle the bets.

Dai Mubai betting all his property — Dai Xiyu certainly hadn't forgotten that.

After entering, Dai Xiyu looked left and right, and happened to see Dai Mubai sitting up on the bed, already awake.

Then he smiled and said, "I happened to come at just the right time; I didn't expect such a serious injury — you'd wake up in three days."

Dai Mubai's forehead veins bulged as he spoke with a false smile:

"That's natural. It's also thanks to you that I could break through my soul power again in just half a month."

"I forgot to tell you, I'm already level seventeen now. As for you, you seem to have kicked yourself into a fracture — how ridiculous."

Dai Mubai said that just to anger Dai Xiyu and regain a bit of face.

After hearing Dai Mubai finish, Dai Xiyu couldn't help but sigh.

As a child of fate, he can turn life‑and‑death crises into opportunities.

Not only was his body unharmed, but he also unusually broke through his soul power.

However, this instead gave Dai Xiyu more of a chance to strike back.

He only saw his smile undiminished, speaking boastfully:

"I did indeed get injured. But thanks to this injury, I now have the chance to enjoy Zhu Zhuqing's attentive care every day."

"Oh right, I also forgot to tell you: not only have my injuries healed, but I also jumped two levels in soul power thanks to it, and now I'm at level twenty‑five."

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Dai Xiyu; hearing this, her face involuntarily flushed.

She also secretly raised her left hand and gently pinched Dai Xiyu's waist.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai almost gritted his teeth to pieces; his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and he was so angry his vision nearly went black.

And just then, a prompt appeared in the upper left of Dai Xiyu's field of view.

(End of chapter)