“Stop causing trouble for yourself and others. That person is about to take the big exam, is a top student, and has a bright future ahead. As for the two who died or were injured, everyone knows what kind of people they were...”

“Yes.”

The older police officer glanced at the young man and continued eating his noodles.

……

Back in the bedroom, before starting today’s cultivation, Grace Brooks’s thoughts drifted far away again.

That was half a year ago.

David Thompson and Henry Grant were his classmates. To say they were very close wouldn’t be accurate, but not distant either. Usually, they’d go to the arena together to play games, which was always fun, and sometimes they’d grab a meal together on the way or at the arena. Grace Brooks quite enjoyed hanging out with these two classmates.

Sometimes Lily Carter would check in on Grace Brooks’s studies, and they would help cover for Grace Brooks, though of course, they could never really fool Lily Carter.

But one time, as they were leaving the arena and crossing the street, still discussing where to hide next time to avoid being found by the witch, two headlights came speeding toward them.

The driver didn’t even try to slow down.

Grace Brooks was agile, but the two classmates who hadn’t yet opened their spiritual seas couldn’t dodge in time. Grace Brooks only managed to pull the closer one, Henry Grant, out of the way.

The headlights shattered into fragments, blindingly bright.

David Thompson died despite emergency treatment.

Henry Grant was seriously injured and was discharged from the hospital a few days ago.

Thanks to advanced medical technology, while bringing the dead back to life was impossible, healing flesh and bone was no big deal.

Grace Brooks went to visit him. It shouldn’t affect his future life or cultivation much, but repeating a year was unavoidable.

The perpetrator was about their age, drunk and high, and fled the scene, causing death. Although he came from a wealthy family, he was sentenced to twenty years in prison.

In this world, people live longer, so twenty years isn’t that long. At the time, Grace Brooks thought, well, that’s about right—though it was a vibrant life lost, a classmate who should have had a bright future, a decent family, but at least the perpetrator got the punishment he deserved, right?

That’s what the law says, after all.

Until a few months ago, Grace Brooks saw him again.

Guess what? He was out for medical treatment.

And had a new car, too.

Sometimes it’s really hard to understand how people like this exist. At the end of life lies the ultimate equality among humans. In this era, who isn’t a cultivator?

Grace Brooks still hadn’t forgotten what David Thompson said to them before he died: “Don’t let him get away with it...”

He nodded at the time.

Henry Grant said the same—don’t let him get away with it.

Henry Grant meant not to sign the letter of forgiveness to reduce his sentence. David Thompson probably meant the same. So Grace Brooks did just that, firmly refusing to sign the forgiveness agreement.

Later, Grace Brooks filed complaints, petitioned, and even tried to seek help online, but it didn’t do much.

The rule of law in Yiguo still lags behind his previous life, but fortunately, scholars with national reputations in certain fields still have some social standing and are respected. Grace Brooks didn’t face much trouble during the process. On the other hand, Henry Grant’s family was ordinary and faced a lot of pressure when supporting him. Tsk, just talking about it feels dirty.

Grace Brooks really is a lazy person.

If he’d known it would be such a hassle, he wouldn’t have agreed in the first place. After all, David Thompson was going to die anyway, so just muddle through and call it done.

But he’d already agreed—what else could he do?

There was no other way.

Living a second life is truly not easy; you have to live well.

Not just survive, but live well: eat well, play well, sleep well, keep your mind clear, and your heart at peace.

Pretending nothing happened—your mind just can’t get past it, your heart can’t be at peace, you can’t even sleep.

But now, it’s all good.

Richard Thompson died in an accident, and everyone’s happy.

Thanks to the Prolo people.

Heaven has eyes.

“Whew...”

Grace Brooks let out a long breath, cast aside distracting thoughts, and began his cultivation plan for the day.

The Yiguo cultivation method is used worldwide. Strictly speaking, it’s a type of capturing method, using soul power to actively absorb suitable spiritual energy from the chaotic energies of heaven and earth, while filtering out those that don’t match, making the conversion process easier.

It’s a cultivation method superior to the breathing and attracting methods.

After four hours, the spiritual energy is then infused into the crystal.

This crystal is no ordinary crystal.

Grace Brooks had seen it since he was very young, back when he hadn’t yet awakened many memories of his previous life and was still a fairly normal child. He remembered his parents thinking it was some trinket he’d picked up somewhere. He remembered losing it, throwing it away, but it always came back on its own.

Only later did he gradually recall that he’d seen it in his previous life and had known it for a long time.

After long exploration, he discovered some of its wonderful uses.

A few days later.

Morning.

Finally, a Prolo civilian organization stepped forward to claim responsibility for the two recent attacks, gaining a huge wave of die-hard fans in their own country.

Grace Brooks didn’t pay much attention to this. After breakfast, he sat down at his computer and logged into the deep web’s “Wide and Narrow Alley.”

He couldn’t be bothered to go to an internet café.