The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 50 Jiangcheng 8 Why Live?

When they returned to the Zhao residence, Aunt Song had already come back, but Xie Xiao was late in returning until late at night.

He said he had been searching the streets for a long time because he couldn't find His Highness. This explanation was full of holes. Anyone with a brain would have gone back to the mansion to check if they couldn't find him, instead of returning late at night.

However, everyone should have their own things to do, and few people care when they come back.

The next morning, Wen Li bumped into Wen Mingzhu as soon as she stepped out the door.

Wen Mingzhu looked at Wen Li with a smug expression, as if waiting for her to ask something. Wen Li, however, refused to comply and walked past her.

"Hey! Aren't you going to ask me what's making me happy?"

Looking at Wen Mingzhu blocking her way, Wen Li couldn't help but straighten her back and look down at Wen Mingzhu: "Miss, are you sick? Or do you want to be beaten?"

"Wen Li, let me tell you, don't even think about bullying me again. I've already written to my cousin, and she's heading to Danli soon. Once she gets there, she won't let you off the hook!"

Wen Li scoffed, "Why would I be afraid of that simple-minded, muscle-bound idiot Liang Tiantian? It's fine if she goes back to her hometown; I'll make her lose face on her own turf!"

Wen Li looked down at Wen Mingzhu, her disdain evident in her eyes.

"Of course, and you shorty too, I'll beat you up too."

After saying that, Wen Li pushed Wen Mingzhu away and strode away.

Wen Mingzhu staggered, staring viciously at Wen Li's retreating figure. Her cousin had specially concocted numerous pills and poisons to deal with Wen Li. This trip to Danli was sure to be a one-way trip for Wen Li!

Wen Li's steps only slowed down after she was out of Wen Mingzhu's sight.

"Host, why were you standing on tiptoe just now?"

Si Xiaxia's voice startled Wen Li, who jumped back in fright. Realizing what she had said, she flew into a rage: "Si Xiaxia, you've really become more and more elusive lately! And where did I stand on tiptoe?"

“Just now, when you were confronting Wen Mingzhu, and when you left, you were also tiptoeing. I’m not making this up, I really saw it.”

Si Xiaxia sounded somewhat innocent.

Wen Li clenched her fists and roared in her mind, "Si Xiaxia, get back to your management bureau right now! I don't need you supervising this!"

Wen Li paused for a moment and continued, "Also, I didn't stand on tiptoe and I didn't need to. I'm a full 8.2 centimeters taller than her."

Wen Li's tone was full of murderous intent, which frightened Si Xiaxia so much that she quickly ran away. This host has a really bad temper; she won't even let you tell the truth.

Wen Li walked calmly through the Zhao residence, her face expressionless the whole way. Servants made way for her, but Xie Xiao greeted her from the front: "Wen Li, where are you going? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"A glutton? Does he need to eat every single meal?"

Xie Xiao was completely bewildered by the scolding; after all, meals are meant to be eaten every day.

Watching Wen Li walk out of the Zhao residence gate, Xie Xiao was a little confused. Where was she going so early in the morning?

Only after confirming that Si Xiaxia had been banished from her mind did Wen Li appear at the shoe shop in Jiangcheng.

She called the waiter over and whispered, "Find me all the shoes in the store, the ones with high soles and thick soles, I want them all."

Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately removed his mask, picked at his ears, and asked with wide eyes, "You want them all? You're not even picky about the shoe size?"

Wen Li looked around, then touched the mask on her face: "Money's no object, hurry up!"

Wen Li was incredibly grateful for the mask she received yesterday; it turned out to be quite useful.

"This way, sir, please help yourself."

The shopkeeper knew that people who came to buy a lot of things usually had either a spatial storage or a Qiankun bag, and few of these cultivators were poor.

Wen Li followed the waiter to a warehouse, which was filled with all kinds of shoes. The waiter led her to a shoe rack.

"These are all top-quality platform shoes, with thick insoles, specially made for shorter people. But young lady, you're by no means short."

Wen Li was too lazy to say anything more to him, so she casually tossed him two gold ingots and gestured for him to leave.

The waiter was overjoyed to receive the money, nodded, and left. The money was enough to buy the entire shop.

Wen Li used magic to put all the shoes into her Qiankun bag.

It's been so long since I've seen that big, silly Liang Tiantian; I even forgot to bring some shoes.

Although Wen Li and Wen Mingzhu are half-siblings and enemies, Wen Mingzhu is actually ranked behind Liang Tiantian in terms of their mortal foes. Wen Mingzhu's cultivation, temperament, and scheming are completely inferior.

In contrast, although Liang Tiantian's cultivation level was lower than hers, she became the head of the Liang family at the age of twelve, making her the youngest and only female head of the demon-hunting family. At such a young age, she managed the Liang family in an orderly manner, and her methods and temperament were no less than Wen Zhi'en's. In the world, no one could rival her in alchemy and magic arrays.

Liang Tiantian is four years older than her, and ever since she returned to Beijing, she has constantly tripped her up and humiliated her, especially regarding her height!

What woman can grow to be 1.8 meters tall?

Wen Li used to not care about her height, but every time she argued with Liang Tiantian, the way she tilted her head back made her feel like she had lost without even fighting.

Height is a source of confidence when facing off!

Once Wenli had collected enough platform shoes, she could finally leave feeling refreshed.

As soon as I stepped out of the store, someone bumped into me without me noticing! I almost fell!

The man was a tall and strong fellow, at least a head and a half taller than Wen Li. He bumped into her and ran away without even apologizing.

Not only him, but several other people on the street were also running frantically forward.

Wen Li, seething with anger, yelled at the man's retreating back, "Are you blind?! Are you so tall but don't you have a brain?!"

"You bumped into someone and didn't even apologize? You're asking for trouble!"

"Girl, please stop cursing. That person was trying to steal life-saving medicine," a kind old lady selling wontons nearby advised.

"What does that have to do with me! There are plenty of pitiful people in this world!"

The old woman was wearing a veil, so her face couldn't be seen, but one could clearly sense the force of her shaking her head and sighing.

"You old hag! What are you sighing for! I misspoke!"

"So young, how can you have such a bad temper, and you even claim to be cultivating immortality?" The old lady's tone was very sarcastic, and she shook her head regretfully.

Wen Li gripped the sword at her waist, trying to scare her: "Knowing I'm a cultivator, you still dare to mock me, old woman, are you looking for death?"

The old woman gazed at the sword the young woman wore, her eyes reluctant to leave: "I envy you, young lady. There are not many cultivators in this world, and female cultivators are even rarer. In my whole life, I have envied those of you who can cultivate immortality the most. It's not that I envy your strength, but that I envy your ability to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, and save the world. You are very lucky, young lady, but you must live up to your luck."

Me? Lucky?

Wen Li never imagined she would be associated with those two words. She lost her mother at a young age and was rejected by her own father. She grew up amidst the world's scorn and was burdened with an incredibly difficult case of her family's massacre.

She thought she probably wasn't the worst off, but she was still pretty bad off.

So she said to the old woman, "I am not a lucky person. If I could, I would rather set up a stall on the street like you than hold this sword in my hand."

The old lady was so angry upon hearing this that she didn't even put down her spoon before walking around to Wen Li and pointing her finger hard at her head.

Wen Li was shocked when she was called out. She touched her forehead and thought, "How can this person be even more rude than me!"

"Girl, you're so foolish!"

"Old lady, if you don't know anything, don't talk nonsense. I'm a pitiful person too, okay?"

The old woman tried to calm herself down and pointed at Wen Li with her spoon, asking a question.

"Girl, let me ask you, have you ever read books? Do you know why you live?"