Chapter 632: Brother's Leg Is Healed!

Shangguan Rong gave a cold smile, a scheming glint flashing in her eyes.

Ye Qingran already has a man, even a child; she helped Nangong Mo court Ye Qingran, the purpose being to publicly shame Nangong Mo and Ye Qingran.

"My child may be physically weak, a cripple, and not young anymore, but he's actually quite outstanding. I even dream of him settling down soon; that would fulfill one of my wishes!"

Shangguan Rong wiped at the corner of her eye—though no tears existed—feigning sincerity as she said.

Around them, more and more Academy disciples gathered, each looking at Ye Qingran with awkwardness.

Who doesn't know that Instructor Ye already has a family? The child can even fetch soy sauce!

"I may disappoint the Young City Lord's Wife; I'm already taken, and my child is already six!"

Shangguan Rong replied dismissively: "What's the big deal? I think Mo'er wouldn't mind! Besides, someone like Mo'er, a cripple, has no room for choice."

"A cripple?"

If Shangguan Rong learned that the so‑called cripple she mentioned had already recovered, her reaction would surely be interesting, wouldn't it?

"Is that so? But I do mind!"

Shangguan Rong's expression changed, her tone deepened as she questioned: "Before coming to the Shen Zhou Academy, I heard you and Mo'er were close; now it seems not so! Can't you, for his unwavering devotion to you, abandon your husband and child for him?"

Ye Qingran narrowed her eyes, a dark glint flashing in her gaze.

"Abandon husband and child?"

"Fine, Shangguan Rong, you've already arranged your own ending!"

Before Ye Qingran could speak, Shangguan Rong continued: "Ye Qingran, be honest—do you despise our Mo'er for being a cripple?"

"A cripple? If Nangong Mo were a cripple..." Ye Qingran's gaze shifted, landing again on Nan Gong Han, "Then wouldn't he be... even less of a cripple?"

Shangguan Rong's face darkened sharply.

This bitch actually dared to say her son doesn't measure up to the cripple Nangong Mo?

"Ye Qingran!"

A sharp voice came from behind the crowd; Ling Xueyao, veiled, pushed through the people and strode toward Ye Qingran.

Those eyes stared fixedly at Ye Qingran, seething with poison.

"Yao'er? Why are you here?"

"Han, today I will see Ye Qingran die with my own eyes, no matter what! Otherwise I can't swallow this grievance!"

Nan Gong Han frowned slightly; though a bit displeased, he said nothing.

"Ling Xueyao, I never expected you'd have the nerve to come out after I ruined your looks and crippled your cultivation?"

"What?"

The watching Academy disciples were all stunned.

Since few disciples witnessed that scene at the ancient battlefield ruins last time, not all disciples know about it.

At first hearing Ye Qingran's words, many showed shocked expressions.

You should know Ling Xueyao is the heiress of Dan Valley and the Young City Lord's Wife of Huangjin City—does Ye Qingran just cripple her like that?

Ling Xueyao already harbored a bellyful of anger; hearing Ye Qingran say that made her even more incensed.

"Ye Qingran, I will kill you!" Ling Xueyao snarled, lunging at Ye Qingran, completely forgetting that she was already a cripple and could never match Ye Qingran.

"Yao'er, calm down!" Nan Gong Han grabbed Ling Xueyao.

Seeing Ling Xueyao in that state, Shangguan Rong couldn't help but furrow her brows, her eyes full of disgust.

The old Ling Xueyao matched her son well, but now she no longer suits him! It seems she must quickly find another woman for her son!

"Ye Qingran, you earlier said you could heal my brother's leg—so, does your earlier remark mean it's already healed?"

Nan Gong Han gave a half‑smile, his eyes brimming with sarcasm.

"You're right," Ye Qingran nodded, openly admitting.

Nan Gong Han was slightly taken aback, but then thought it impossible. Not to mention Nangong Mo's leg is beyond any medicine; even if Ye Qingran, as Pill Emperor, had the ability, she couldn't make him stand again in such a short time!

Thus, he concluded that Ye Qingran was lying!

"Mother, did you hear? Brother's leg is healed!"

Shangguan Rong let out a series of cold laughs.

Back then she was determined to cripple Nangong Mo, even begging the Valley Master of Dan Valley to obtain top‑grade poison from the Western Extremity Sacred Realm and combine it with mysterious gu; the Valley Master himself said Nangong Mo would never stand again in his life!

That cripple Nangong Mo is destined to sit in a wheelchair all his life, looking up at his son!

Mentioning Nangong Mo, Ling Xueyao calmed a bit.

Sure enough, without comparison there is no hurt. She originally thought she was miserable enough, but Nangong Mo is even worse off.

Nangong Mo, at a tender age, witnessed his biological mother's gruesome death, had his legitimate heir status stripped, lost both legs, was expelled from Huangjin City, and endured cold stares...

"Nangong Mo? That cripple will never stand again in his life!"

Ling Xueyao laughed wildly and recklessly.

"Is that so?"

A cold, stern voice cut off her laughter.

Everyone was stunned, then instinctively looked toward the direction of the voice.

The onlookers spontaneously cleared a path; Nangong Mo sat in his wheelchair, with the loyal Qingshu behind him.

The wheelchair didn't move, just staying there.

Originally Nan Gong Han and Shangguan Rong and a few others were shaken by Nangong Mo's words, but seeing him still seated in the wheelchair, they let out a sigh of relief.

"Mo'er, you're here?"

Shangguan Rong showed a fake smile, looking like a kind mother.

Nangong Mo's gaze shifted, landing directly on Shangguan Rong's face; his eyes grew increasingly deep, his expression calm on the surface, while inside a storm brewed.

Nangong Mo's hand, which had been resting on his leg and hidden in his sleeve, gradually clenched, veins bulging.

Shangguan Rong!

How many years has it been since he last saw her?

He can't remember!

But he clearly remembers that back then, it was this woman who, right in front of him, subjected his poor mother to every kind of torture!

Pao luo, skinning, boiling...

Finally, they sliced her alive!

He will never forget his mother's agonized expression and her piercing, tragic screams at that time!

He hates so much!

He hates his own powerlessness, watching his birth mother be murdered by others! He hates Shangguan Rong even more, for she alone caused their mother-son tragedy, yet the chief culprit roams free!

Mother, your unfilial child has been unable to avenge you all these years.

But this time, it won't happen!

He will make Shangguan Rong go and never return!

A surge of extreme killing intent poured from the depths of Nangong Mo's eyes; Shangguan Rong felt it, yet she dismissed it. She knows Nangong Mo longs to kill her, but what of it? A mere trash, how could he possibly kill her?

"Qingshu."

Nangong Mo shouted softly, and Qingshu understood instantly, pushing Nangong Mo toward Ye Qingran's side, completely ignoring Shangguan Rong.

"Miss Ye."

Nangong Mo gave Ye Qingran a faint smile, as serene as a gentle breeze and bright moon.

Your timing is just right.

Nangong Mo lightly shook his head. "Actually, I've long been prepared."

He knew Shangguan Rong would come, so he recently had people keep watch; as soon as she appeared at the Academy, he rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Older brother, Instructor Ye said your leg has healed and you can walk freely, so why...?" Nan Gong Han said ambiguously.