She must have lost her mind to rank up right at this moment.
Yue Qingqing could only absorb Spiritual Power continuously with the mutton-fat jade, forcefully storing a small portion of it around her body in the jade pendant.
The sensation of ranking up finally began to fade slowly.
Yue Qingqing dodged into the bathroom.
The old lady, displaying agility that belied her age, rushed in upon hearing the noise and sat down on the ground when she saw the spirit tablet on the floor.
"You vile woman, what have you done!"
Liu Pingxiu stared blankly at the spirit tablet.
She had no idea what had happened either and could only guess that she hadn’t set the tablet down securely earlier.
Coming out of her initial daze, she felt that—
Perhaps, this was fate’s plan.
The old lady lunged forward and began fighting with her daughter-in-law.
"You killed my grandson; you murdered him."
"It was you who killed him years ago!"
Years of pent-up resentment in Liu Pingxiu finally found an outlet, and the two fiercely grabbed each other’s hair.
Just as Yue Qingqing was planning to slip away, she heard footsteps coming from the living room.
"Liu Pingxiu, what are you doing!"
It was Liu Pingxiu’s husband who had returned.
He hurriedly stepped forward to separate the two, but Liu Pingxiu’s face had taken several slaps, and half of it was swelling up.
The old lady kept cursing relentlessly and wailing over her grandson.
The man’s face turned shades of ashen and pale, "Why?"
He did not understand why Liu Pingxiu would knock over their son’s spirit tablet.
Liu Pingxiu laughed bitterly, "Why? Our daughter is still lying in the hospital, and I haven’t slept for days, but you, one of you only visited briefly, while the other lights incense for the tablet at home every day. I am filled with hatred!"
"If I don’t work, where is the money for Ruorui’s treatment going to come from? I know it’s hard on you, but I really have no other choice."
"And her?" Liu Pingxiu pointed to the old lady, with tear-stained face, who was on the floor trying to piece together the grandson’s spirit tablet.
The man was left speechless, and he ultimately just sighed.
"You know, since Binbin died, Mom hasn’t been able to get over it. After all, she is my mom, and you should be more tolerant."
After all, she is my mom, and you should be more tolerant.
Liu Pingxiu had lost count of how many times she had heard such words since marrying him.
The woman suddenly wiped the tears from her face calmly, stood up, and grabbed her suitcase.
Her husband suddenly panicked, "Pingxiu, where are you going?"
"Let’s divorce, and I’ll take the child."
Liu Pingxiu stepped on the shattered spirit tablet, eliciting a heartrending wail from the old lady.
"Pingxiu, listen to me, Ruorui is still sick. I understand how you feel, but you can’t just say things out of anger."
The man tried to get up to chase after her, but his mother grabbed him tightly.
"My grandson, my grandson is dead," the old lady seemed to realize this news for the first time.
Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
The man urgently shouted, "Quick, come back, Mom has fainted; we need to get her to the hospital quickly, Pingxiu! Come back!"
But the response was the sound of the door being slammed shut.
Yue Qingqing had slipped away as soon as the man entered the room and was naturally unaware of the events that followed.
By the time she returned home, it was already dark, and gratefully her grandmother had made some excuse, so no one at home found it unusual.
Zhang Ying had warmed up the dinner she had saved, and affectionately patted the little one’s head.
"How was it doing homework at a friend’s house, did you have fun playing? Eat up and then go take a bath and sleep."
Yue Qingqing suddenly felt as if a thunderbolt had struck a clear sky.
She knew she had forgotten something—it was the homework...
And so, a cultivator, after dinner, miserably caught up on her homework.