The old Taoist priest coughed lightly, tearing his gaze away from the pile of money, and stroked his beard with feigned profundity.

"It's just a love spell, what's so difficult about that? Bring me that person's birth date and time, and let this old Taoist priest do a careful calculation—"

Before long, Wei Zeling used the excuse of wanting to give He Mingxiao a birthday present to ask He Mingxiao's mother for his exact birth time and told the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest squinted his already small eyes, and lifted the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe to reveal two completely different hands.

Previously, no matter what he did, he only extended his right hand, and Wei Zeling assumed he might have a disability and didn't pay much attention. Only now was she surprised to discover—

His right hand was so thin it looked like a dried chicken claw, and his skin was a yellowish-brown from years of sun exposure. The back of his hand was covered with dense age spots, making it very unsightly.

But his left hand was fair and slender, as white and flawless as jade, like a true work of art.

Wei Zeling was stunned for a moment, and the thought of picking it and keeping it for herself arose in her mind.

The old Taoist priest used his breathtakingly beautiful hand to gently make calculations, sometimes nodding and sometimes frowning.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, looked at Wei Zeling, and shook his head.

Wei Zeling withdrew her gaze from his hand, raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, and thought to herself: What, does this old man think he hasn't been given enough, so he's refusing to cooperate? Ha, he really is insatiable...

Just as she was about to say something to put him down, she heard him say, "The person I just calculated has a smooth life, he is destined for a powerful and noble family, he will become richer and richer as time goes on, and there is also a faint purple aura protecting him... He probably won't be easily bewitched by the love spell."

Wei Zeling was taken aback, but after hearing the explanation, she was not disappointed at all; instead, she immediately showed a look of surprise.

A smooth life, protected by auspicious purple energy... Even though she didn't understand what these words actually meant, she knew they were definitely extraordinary just by hearing them!

He Mingxiao is only twenty-three years old this year, yet he is already one of the wealthiest men in China, and even in the whole of Asia. If what the old Taoist priest said is true, that he will become even wealthier in the future, wouldn't that be...

Wei Zeling's eyes sparkled, her breathing became rapid with excitement, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"If we can't cast a love spell... then, is there any other way?" she asked anxiously.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard. "Of course there is a way, but—it depends on what you're willing to give up."

Wei Zeling chuckled and took out her phone. "It's just money, right? I have plenty."

He shook his head, his smile carrying a deeper meaning, and his thin lips parted to utter a few words:

"You are destined to have no perfect marriage, and there is no possibility of a future with him. If you want to change your fate, you must exchange one of your souls for it."

Wei Zeling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, her expression changing repeatedly, filled with surprise and doubt: "What did you say!?"

He looked at her with a smile, completely at ease. “Don’t worry. People have three souls and six spirits. Losing one part will at most make you more prone to illness and have less luck. It won’t cause any serious problems.”

Wei Zeling's complexion returned to normal somewhat, but she still frowned hesitantly.

She instinctively felt that this was not a reliable plan.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of an entertainment magazine peeking out from under the coffee table.

"Interview with Nan Xian: Shining Again After Divorce, Talking About the Secrets to Confidence and Strength"—this line of large characters stung her eyes like needles.

Jealousy instantly consumed her reason. She slammed the magazine into the trash can and immediately decided to kick out the housekeeper who did her chores. Only then did she manage to calm down a little.

Wei Zeling slowly sat back in her original seat, her face grim, a sinister glint in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll change!"