My Wife Might Be a Saintess
Chapter 92 - 91: Afflicted with the Misfortune Coin?
Su Qi stood sulking on a main road in a suburban villa district. ’I’m so pitiful. So what if I broke a few things, making my senior sister and master’s injuries worse? And I only bumped into some stuff that just so happened to land on them.’
’I’m the one who’s unlucky. How can they blame me for that?’
’It’s all the Misfortune Coin’s fault. Couldn’t they be a little more understanding? They actually kicked me out.’
"Seriously. When they told me to come, it was a strict order. Now they’re sending me away like it’s some kind of joke."
Then Su Qi sighed. "How am I supposed to get back? Run?"
To be honest, she was a little scared to run. She had just been about to run back, but not knowing the way was one thing. More importantly, she was likely to fall if she ran.
She had already fallen once just now.
Her nose was already red.
But her phone was dead, and no one was coming to pick her up.
After a moment’s thought, Su Qi began searching the area for a lost wallet. If that didn’t work, she’d go back to her senior sister’s house to charge her phone, and then head home.
’I don’t want to stay at the villa anyway. Home is so much better.’
But after searching for a long time, she found nothing. With her current luck, it seemed hopeless.
Su Qi was seething quietly. Just as she decided to head back to the villa, a car suddenly pulled up beside her.
A man got out of the car. The moment she saw him, Su Qi broke into a smile, then excitedly ran over and threw her arms around him.
It was Jiang Zuo. He’d been flipping a coin for a long time to find Su Qi; she was surprisingly hard to locate.
Su Qi hugged Jiang Zuo, nuzzling her head against him. "You finally found me."
Jiang Zuo looked helpless. ’You say that as if you’d be lost forever if I hadn’t found you.’ Still, being hugged so tightly by Su Qi felt a bit strange to him. He wasn’t quite used to it.
’How many years has it been since I’ve been this close to a woman?’
’It always felt a little uncomfortable, but thankfully, it was Su Qi, so he could adapt quickly.’
Then, Su Qi looked up into Jiang Zuo’s eyes and asked in surprise, "How did you find me?"
Jiang Zuo said nonchalantly, "I just looked around."
Su Qi: "..."
Then she thought for a moment and said, "That’s true. You were always really good at finding me in the past."
Her words gave Jiang Zuo pause. On reflection, it did seem to be true. ’This must be one of my hidden Talents,’ he thought. ’Although, is it really that strange to find someone at the same school?’
Afterward, Jiang Zuo successfully brought Su Qi back home. On the way, Su Qi complained about all sorts of things: how her senior sister and the others were inhuman for kicking her out, how unlucky she was, how she’d lost this and tripped over that.
How hard her life was.
Hearing Su Qi’s complaints, Jiang Zuo figured the Holy Land probably hadn’t suffered any major losses. It also meant her mood hadn’t been too badly affected.
Back home, Jiang Zuo looked at her nose and asked, "From a fall?"
Su Qi nodded, saying pitifully, "Yes, and it hurts a lot. And you’re only asking me about it now?"
Just then, a CLATTERING sound reached their ears.
Su Qi was startled. She glanced toward the balcony and was horrified to discover Sweet Potato hanging there, suspended by an extremely cruel method.
She immediately went over and took it down, then looked at Jiang Zuo. "Did you do this?"
Jiang Zuo replied, "...It broke your Vase. I was making it atone for its crime with its life."
"..."
Su Qi’s expression froze for a moment. "Oh, the Vase broke? Is that so? In that case, hang it back up."
Jiang Zuo: "..."
In the end, Sweet Potato was put back in its tank, but not before receiving a cold warning from Jiang Zuo.
The warning was simple: if it happened again, he would make it sleep next to the Sun Flame Stone every night. This terrified Sweet Potato.
Then, Su Qi ran to rummage through the refrigerator, only to find nothing but apples inside.
"Weren’t you on leave for the past few days? Why didn’t you buy any groceries to cook?"
Jiang Zuo said nonchalantly, "You know what my cooking is like, don’t you?"
"Fair enough." Su Qi could understand. "Well, I’ll go downstairs and buy some groceries to cook for you. What do you want to eat?"
After a moment’s thought, Su Qi added, "Actually, on second thought, you should go. My luck has been so bad lately that I’d probably buy instant noodles and find the seasoning packet missing."
Jiang Zuo froze when he heard that.
’Why does that sound so familiar?’
A shocking realization suddenly hit Jiang Zuo.
At first, he hadn’t thought much of it. Su Qi falling down, bumping into things, being unlucky in every possible way...
Jiang Zuo had initially assumed it was just a temporary string of bad luck.
But under normal circumstances, would Su Qi’s luck ever be this bad?
’Of course not.’
Previously, Jiang Zuo might have believed it. But Su Qi was a Holy Land Disciple and even knew the Saintess.
This inevitably reminded him of the Misfortune Coin he had prepared.
The possibility that Su Qi had been afflicted by it was extremely high.
Jiang Zuo walked over to Su Qi, took her hand, and tried to find any trace of the Misfortune Coin.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t detect a thing.
Misfortune, like luck, is an exceptionally unique power in the world. It is invisible and intangible. Unless one has attained the Great Dao, it is impossible to perceive even a sliver of it without that profound foundation.
Otherwise, no one could see it clearly.
An activated Misfortune Coin and an inert one were two completely different things.
In his past life, he could have seen the misfortune easily, but now, he was powerless to do so.
He didn’t even have a way to suppress it.
Seeing Jiang Zuo holding her hand without letting go, Su Qi asked, "What’s wrong?"
Jiang Zuo snapped out of it. "It’s nothing. I’ll go buy groceries."
Su Qi was baffled. "Okay, well, I’m going to go change. Remember to be quick, I’m hungry."
Jiang Zuo nodded and headed out to buy the groceries.
The moment he stepped outside, however, Jiang Zuo’s brow furrowed. He had truly miscalculated this time.
’The trap I set for others actually caught my own wife, and it’s one I can’t even undo myself.’
He wasn’t certain, but it was a safe bet.
"If she ever finds out about this, is she going to kill me?" Jiang Zuo shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
Still, he was also a bit relieved. Thankfully, it was just an ordinary Misfortune Coin. Otherwise, it would be too late for regrets.
Because of Su Qi, Jiang Zuo no longer dared to casually target people from the Holy Land.
After Jiang Zuo went downstairs, he saw a middle-aged Daoist pestering a woman up ahead. "Benefactress, this humble Daoist sees that the spot between your brows is dark and shrouded in misfortune! A bloody calamity is sure to befall you!"
SMACK!
"Pervert!"
The woman didn’t hesitate for a second. After landing the slap, she turned and walked away.
Jiang Zuo watched from the side with great interest. He’d seen this Daoist before—more than once, in fact.
But every time, his Cultivation level was different. This time, for instance, he surprisingly had no Cultivation fluctuations at all.
Jiang Zuo watched him, and as the man turned, clutching his face, his eyes met Jiang Zuo’s.
The instant he saw Jiang Zuo, his brow twitched involuntarily.
’What rotten luck,’ the Daoist thought. ’It’s this black-hearted, ruthless bastard again.’
The Daoist wanted nothing to do with Jiang Zuo. In short, this was not the kind of person he wanted to provoke. Retreat was the best option.
"Wait," Jiang Zuo called out just as the Daoist was about to leave.
"Benefactor, this humble Daoist has urgent matters to attend to and cannot stay."
Jiang Zuo immediately asked, "I just want to know, can you really see the aura of misfortune?"
The Daoist gave Jiang Zuo a profound look, then adopted the air of a lofty expert. "But of course."
"Is there a way to get rid of it?"
The Daoist held out his hand. "One Fifth-Grade Spirit Stone."
Jiang Zuo produced the Spirit Stone without hesitation.
After accepting the Spirit Stone, the Daoist said with a straight face, "There is not."