The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 352

Chapter 352

Malcolm laughed wildly, throwing taunts at the heavens, even cursing them.

After his rant, he glanced back at Madison, expecting her to react with anger. Instead, she remained calm, her expression unwavering.

"You're not angry? I cursed the heavens and even mocked them," Malcolm asked, confused.

Most cultivators would have lashed out by now, eager to defend the honor of the heavens.

Madison's response was unexpected. She replied, "Why should I be angry? The heavens are indeed unjust. But I don't uphold the justice set by the heavens. I follow the justice in my own heart."

She gestured to the lifeless birds on the ground. "For me, taking innocent lives is wrong. Malcolm, no matter how much grievance you hold in your heart, it doesn't justify harming the innocent. What have these birds ever done to you?" With a wave of her hand, a talisman flashed. Slowly, the fallen birds began to stir, their wings fluttering. One by one, they regained life, chirping softly as they took flight.

As the last of the birds disappeared into the sky, Madison fixed her gaze on Malcolm. "You didn't go through all this trouble just to complain to me about your grievances. Why did you really call me here?"

now fell completely silent as if

The fly whisk in

once thought you'd die,"

steal your fortune after your death. But unfortunately..." He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You survived." Madison's expression darkened. "You gave Rebecca that talisman to suppress my

it didn't work out." Malcolm shook his head, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't want to dirty my hands

with malice

countless thin threads like needles aimed to pierce her. But the attack halted just an inch away. A purple talisman floated in front of

of their battle. Malcolm's strikes were vicious and deadly, each one aimed to kill. Yet Madison moved with effortless grace, her every movement light yet decisive. She neutralized his

on, Malcolm's confident expression faltered. His breathing grew labored, and beads of

his fly whisk was deflected once again, he

he rasped, glaring at

expression calm. "Your spiritual energy is stolen, drawn from the life force of other beings. Mine is not." She didn't need shortcuts.

taken a shortcut, and in doing so, he had

said calmly, "Malcolm, you had potential. But you chose the

They crackled with purple energy, bolts of lightning flickering between them. Malcolm looked up at the talismans and let out a bitter laugh. "You really do take me seriously, using this many purple talismans against