Fulfilled Omen and Annoying Blood Disaster

Felix Fuller knew that if he didn’t explain, he wouldn’t be able to leave. So he had no choice but to speak: “Alright, I’ll tell you... The reason I showed up just in time and saved Serena—well, it really wasn’t a coincidence.

It was raining and I had nothing to do, so I casually cast a hexagram at home. The divination showed that Serena needed a benefactor’s help. I didn’t know what trouble she was in, so I brought people toward Feng Manor. On the way, I heard she’d taken a wolf and left the city, so I headed out as well—and just happened to arrive in time..."

Felix Fuller knew that, aside from himself, no one would probably believe this reason. But it was the truth. As a descendant of the Divine Temple, he really did understand hexagrams—he just couldn’t reveal his true identity.

Sure enough, Dorian Owen (Doudou) refused to give him any credit: "A hexagram? Are you saying you predicted it?"

Did he have ‘easy to fool’ written on his face or something? Why did everyone treat him like he was gullible—so annoying!

"I told you, you wouldn’t believe me even if I explained." Felix looked helpless, quietly glancing toward the door.

It was getting dark. If he didn’t leave soon, he wouldn’t be able to see the road—who knew, maybe that ‘blood disaster’ would really come true.

"Believe you? I’d have to be a ghost to believe you." Doudou scoffed, walking right up to Felix. "Do I look like someone who’s easy to fool?"

"I’m not lying to you. I’m telling the truth." It’s just that you refuse to believe it—how is that his fault?

"Truth, my ass! When you cast your hexagram, did you see anything about a blood disaster today?"

Bang—before Doudou finished speaking, he swung his fist at Felix. Felix reacted instantly, dodging aside and saying, "The hexagram showed that if I go home late, I’ll have a blood disaster."

What rotten luck—who had he offended? He just wanted to wait for Serena to wake up so he could make sure she knew he’d saved her. Instead, he didn’t get any thanks, just this walking disaster.

"Really? Then you’re not just a con-man priest, you’ve actually got some skill. If there’s a blood disaster, let me help you fulfill that hexagram!" Doudou threw another punch. Felix couldn’t dodge and had to meet him head-on. The two started brawling right at Feng Manor’s gate.

"Decent martial arts." That was Left Shore’s evaluation.

"An interesting child." That was the Valley Master’s comment.

But as Doudou and Felix kept fighting, both grew more and more alarmed. Since coming to the Nine Provinces Realm, Felix hadn’t met anyone who could beat him except Nolan Dongling. Likewise, Doudou hadn’t expected that after all this time, he still hadn’t made Felix bleed. It was bizarre.

There weren’t many young people in Jianghu who could beat him. Nolan Dongling didn’t count, Left Shore didn’t count, Sean Shaoqi didn’t count, that Bu Jingyun didn’t count, XX and XX didn’t count. Take those out, and there weren’t many who could stand up to him.

"Priest, are you using magic tricks or something?" Doudou, exhausted, backed off to catch his breath.

He’d been fighting all afternoon and was dead tired.

Felix shot Doudou an exasperated look. Realizing how hard Doudou was to shake off, Felix decisively sidestepped him and said to Left Shore and the Valley Master, "It’s getting late. I should head back. As for everything else, I’ll explain to Serena myself." So, could you please get this idiot out of my way and stop letting him harass me?

"Young man, you’d better head home early. If you really end up with a blood disaster, it’ll be our fault." The Valley Master smiled benignly while saying words full of menace. Felix shivered and felt a pang of regret.

If only he’d just played the hero and left right away. Now, not only had he failed to show up as Serena’s savior at the first possible moment, he’d ended up getting hounded and embarrassed instead.

Felix glanced at Doudou, then hurried out, afraid Doudou would latch onto him again. He could handle anyone, but when it came to natural-born idiots like Doudou, he was helpless.

Lost in thought, Felix didn’t notice the tear in his saddle. As he swung up onto the horse, his finger caught on the cut and was gashed open—blood poured out, soaking his palm.

"So the blood disaster came true after all." Felix looked at the wound, both amused and exasperated. He wrapped it with a cloth and stopped the bleeding.

Felix didn’t know that right after he left, Serena woke up. Hearing the butler’s report, she immediately understood Felix’s little scheme, smiled, and said nothing.

She knew Felix hadn’t lied—when a Divine Temple descendant casts a hexagram with real intent, there’s no way they’d get something like this wrong. As for the benefactor part...

Was Felix trying to say he was her benefactor? Being Serena’s benefactor wasn’t so easy. Felix sure had a big appetite.

Serena smiled and let it go. Felix was not someone who ever lost out—she’d make sure to repay this debt, with interest.

Serena’s injuries weren’t serious. The gash at her waist hadn’t hit anything vital, though she’d lost a lot of blood and felt weak. After being soaked by rain and battered by wind, she’d just caught a chill.

After taking medicine and sweating it out, Serena Feng felt much better. When she heard that Dr. Marcus Guile’s injuries had worsened—his wound inflamed, his whole body unconscious—she ignored the maids’ attempts to keep her in bed and insisted on getting up.

When Serena arrived, the Valley Master had already gone next door to rest, leaving a Yun family clinic doctor on watch. Serena dismissed him and went to check on Dr. Guile herself.

The Valley Master had already treated Dr. Guile’s wound—there was no major issue, and medicine had been administered. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Dr. Guile to pull through.

The Valley Master’s work was excellent. Serena’s job now was to hang anti-inflammatory infusions for Dr. Guile to prevent the wound from worsening, and then to give him a blood transfusion.

After the wound reopened, Dr. Guile had lost a lot of blood. His face was as white as paper, and mere rest alone would take far too long to recover.

Serena first hung the anti-inflammatory drip for Dr. Guile, then took out her equipment from the Smart Med-Pack and tested his blood.

AB blood type wasn’t especially rare. Serena had the servants search, and they actually managed to find two AB donors. She drew 400cc from each and transfused it into Dr. Guile.

Afterwards, she kept Dr. Guile on IV fluids all night. By the time she finished, dawn had broken.

Dragging her own injured and feverish body, Serena stayed up tending to Dr. Guile the entire night. She felt completely depleted; when she got up to leave, her vision went black and she nearly collapsed.

Serena caught herself on the doorframe, waiting several seconds before her sight cleared.

“I’ve really taken a hit. I need a proper recovery.” Serena knew her body wasn’t seriously injured, but she couldn’t afford to be careless—if she didn’t rest now, she’d pay for it in chronic illness when she was older.

The Valley Master, anxious about Dr. Guile’s injuries, woke early and came over, only to find Serena slumped against the doorframe, looking like a sick beauty—a sight that instantly annoyed him.

“You’re a patient yourself—what are you running around for?” The Valley Master strode forward and took Serena’s pulse. As soon as he checked, his face darkened. “Severe qi and blood depletion. What have you been doing? And you call yourself a doctor, yet you can’t even treat your own problems.”

Serena shrank back a little, guilty. “Too much has happened lately. I’ve been busy.”

She’d bled once at sea and again in this ambush—if her qi and blood weren’t depleted, it’d be a miracle.

“You young people just know how to rush around all day, like nothing in the world can move without you. So what if you’re busy? No matter how busy, you have to take care of yourself. If you work yourself into illness, you’ll never get to enjoy the results.” The Valley Master glared at Serena. “You’ve spent so long with Ninth Royal Uncle, but you haven’t learned his good habits—only his bad ones.”

When it comes to neglecting one’s health, Ninth Royal Uncle might not be first, but he’s certainly second.

These past two years have been better, but before that, Ninth Royal Uncle was practically gambling with his life. Covered in blood one day, immaculate the next—if he weren’t so cold and aloof that no one dared talk to him, he’d have been exposed long ago…