Chapter 17 That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics?
Ji Qingshan frowned: "Don't talk nonsense. When I calculated it, your brother's life depended on you."
“Life is a fickle thing, Father, would you like to calculate it again?” Ji Huaizhi tilted his head.
Ji Huaiming's heart was beating very fast.
He himself had calculated that his chances of survival lay with Ji Huaizhi. Could there really be one?
Grandpa Ji asked in confusion, "Your algorithm just now?"
"It's my own creation. There's still one copper coin that hasn't returned. Whoever it chooses will have their heart matched with Ji Huaiming's." Ji Huaizhi smiled at Ji Huaiming and said, "Don't forget to thank me."
"Dad, don't believe him. I already calculated it back then." Ji Qingshan didn't believe him: "If you just don't want to give your heart to your brother, then don't talk nonsense."
Ji Huaiming didn't speak, he just stared intently at him.
Ji Huaizhi coughed again: "Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll know once you see it."
Bai Yun suddenly returned with red eyes and pleaded with the old man: "Dad, please fix Yuan Yuan's severed finger. She's still so young."
"Grandpa, I was wrong. I don't want to become disabled." Ji Huaiyuan also returned.
Old Master Ji frowned as he looked at her kneeling on the ground, his face clearly showing displeasure: "Didn't I tell you to take her away?"
"Why did you come back again?"
Baiyun also cried: "She's a girl, she can't be without fingers. Qingshan and I will teach her a lesson and reattach her fingers."
"Grandpa, I was really wrong!" Ji Huaiyuan knelt on the ground and cried.
She cannot be disabled.
"Grandpa, please."
"I will definitely change in the future, I will definitely change."
Ji Huaizhi couldn't help but laugh.
Hearing his soft chuckle, Ji Huaiyuan, who was kneeling on the ground, clenched her fists.
She will remember today's humiliation, and she will definitely avenge herself.
But the most important thing now is to get the fingers back on.
It took her a while to realize that the hall was very quiet and no one had made a sound. She slowly raised her head and found that everyone was looking at her with surprised expressions.
To be precise, they were looking above their heads.
Just as Bai Yun was about to plead for mercy, Ji Qingshan stopped her.
They all stared intently at the copper coins that kept spinning above Ji Huaiyuan's head.
Closest relatives?
"Is it her? Is it true?"
"I don't know, is this revenge?"
"But I think it's indeed possible. After all, they are siblings. If Ji Huaizhi can do it, then Huaiyuan should be able to as well."
"Tsk tsk, what a show."
Ji Huaiyuan didn't understand everyone's expressions.
They didn't even know what was going on.
The pain in her fingers made her face pale, preventing her from thinking much.
She kept looking at her grandfather pleadingly, trying to awaken his familial affection.
Ji Huaiming's expression was also quite subtle.
Old Master Ji's eyes gleamed: "Go and rest first. Put the broken finger aside for now."
"Why do we have to wait?" Ji Huaiyuan gritted her teeth. "Grandpa, you can't be so cruel to me."
Ji Huaizhi smiled and said to her, "Because there is something more important than your severed finger now, and that is Ji Huaiming's heart."
Chi Huai-yuan: "Hasn't his heart always been like this? Can my fingers wait?"
Ji Huaiming felt somewhat dissatisfied upon hearing her words.
Baiyun asked, puzzled, "What do you mean? And what's that copper coin on Yuanyuan's head?"
Ji Huaiyuan then realized what was happening, looked up, and saw a copper coin that was constantly spinning: "What is this?"
"Weren't you worried about your brother? His heart has been matched again." Ji Huaizhi made no attempt to hide his schadenfreude:
"That is—your heart."
"This is what I just calculated. Since you two have such a good relationship, you should be very willing to save your brother, right?"
Everyone knew that Ji Huaizhi was acting with malice.
But others were indeed curious about Ji Huaiyuan's reaction.
Ji Huaiyuan was also taken aback: "You're just getting revenge on me. You were clearly my brother's only chance of survival, and now you're blaming me?"
"You're just running away; you don't want to save my brother!"
“Yes, I never wanted to save your brother in the first place.” Ji Huaizhi said matter-of-factly.
"You two siblings are complete strangers to me, and you even spoke rudely to me. Why should I save him?"
"But since you two have such a good relationship, you should be very willing to save your brother, right?"
Ji Huaiyuan clenched her fists, unable to utter the words that she truly wanted to.
Looking at her brother, she found that he was also looking at her expectantly.
Impossible. If I could, my dad and the others would have figured it out long ago.
Besides, her parents love her so much, and that good-for-nothing Ji Huaizhi doesn't even have two more years to live.
Even if they were matched with someone, they definitely wouldn't want to give up their own.
"Of course I'd like to. He's my brother, we're blood-related siblings. How could someone as selfish as you understand?"
Ji Huaizhi reached out, and the copper coin flew back into his hand:
“Everyone has heard about it. You can take them for a screening to find out if they are really a match.”
Ji Huaiyuan got up: "Who knows if what you're saying is true?"
"You're just deliberately getting back at me. Even if we're a match, my brother wouldn't let me donate my heart to him."
Turning his head, he asked, "Right, brother?"
Ji Huaiming's eyes betrayed no emotion: "Yes, you are my only sister."
Baiyun frowned.
She felt that Ji Huaizhi was lying and didn't want to give his heart to Huaiming.
The people at Wan'an Taoist Temple are indeed very selfish.
Ji Qingshan felt embarrassed. As the head of the Ji family, he couldn't bear to have his brothers see his family's messy affairs.
Whether Yuanyuan is truly a match still needs to be determined.
We cannot make a final decision based solely on Ji Huaizhi's words.
"Alright, that's enough for now," Ji Qingshan said. "Huaiming, take your sister to her room to rest."
Ji Huaiyuan realized that they had completely ignored the matter of her fingers.
Before he could say anything more, Ji Huaiming gave him a wink.
Ji Huaizhi also got up. He had almost finished watching the show, but the best was yet to come.
Grandpa Ji thought he would say goodbye before leaving, but he didn't expect him to just turn around and leave.
Ji Yao also stood up: "Dad, I'll go down first too. You should get some rest."
Ji Qingshan stayed; he wanted to chat with Old Master Ji for a while longer.
Ask him what he really thinks?
"Huaizhi, do you want to chat for a while?" Ji Yao caught up with Ji Huaizhi and said.
Ji Huaizhi: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."
Ji Yao raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with you? Do you have some misunderstanding about your uncle?"
Ji Huaizhi smiled and said, "I have no misunderstanding about you. We just have different paths and cannot work together. You don't need to go to great lengths to get close to me, and you don't need to worry that I will reveal your secrets in public."
Ji Yao's lips curled down: "I underestimated you. You've been on the mountain for so long, I thought you were really that 'naive'."
Ji Huaizhi smiled and said, "Uncle, you're not bad either. I bet not many people know you're a heretical cultivator, right?"
After saying that, he went upstairs with a smile, and Ji Yao immediately dropped his loving demeanor.
People with different principles cannot work together.
Ji Huaizhi.
You are definitely different from your good-for-nothing father.
"Brother, my hand." Ji Huaiyuan cried pitifully, hoping her brother would plead for her.
Ji Huaiming: "Do I not know you? Grandpa was only getting angrier the more I tried to persuade him. I've already sent someone to secretly look for your severed finger."
Hearing this, Ji Huaiyuan was deeply moved, her eyes welling up with tears: "Brother!"
"Brother, you are so kind."
“Your wound is bleeding again. Have someone bandage it again. Once we find your severed finger, have him bring it to you, and then have the spiritual healer treat you.”
Ji Huaiyuan nodded: "Thank you, brother. I knew you were the best to me."
"Silly girl, you're my sister. If I'm not good to you, who will I be good to?"
Ji Huaiming wiped away her tears with his fingertips, his eyes filled with an ambiguous coldness.
"But Yuanyuan, your brother is so good to you. If your heart is a match, would you be willing to give your heart to your brother?"
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