Chapter 97 One Body, Two Souls (Second Update)

Just when everyone was worried that it was a drug or a disfiguring drug, a scene that shattered their worldview appeared.

Jiang Mingyue flipped her right hand, and a vortex of air rose from her palm. Then, a burst of qi swept away the sprayed white substance and threw it into the large stone vat behind her.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that the powdery substance had produced a chemical reaction upon falling into the water, causing bubbles to form on the surface.

The Ren family members were ashen-faced. It was all over. No matter what this thing was, it was definitely not ordinary flour.

The irrefutable evidence is right in front of them; Qian Dejian harmed them.

Yan Qian's bodyguard even went to the water tank, pointed his phone camera at the water, and carefully filmed the scene.

Qian Dejian's right eye widened, his eyes flashing with a complex mix of astonishment and fear. He had never heard of or seen anything like the move Jiang Mingyue had just made.

It's similar to Qigong, but it's not Qigong. It's more like the ancient Chinese secret technique of controlling the wind!

How could that be...

How could that be!

At this moment, Qian Dejian had to admit that, in terms of kung fu, he was too old and couldn't beat the young and strong Jiang Mingyue.

In terms of metaphysical abilities, just based on her breaking his feng shui formation and that move just now, his chances of winning are slim.

I felt resentful, but what could I do?

Qian Dejian, barely clinging to life, pressed Jiang Mingyue, "Girl, who exactly are you? Who is your master?"

Jiang Mingyue knew at a glance that she had won.

She stepped forward with a smile, "I am who I am. My master is a reclusive master, and you are not worthy to know him."

Her martial arts skills came from a book, which is a very fantastical story, and no one would believe it if she told them.

"Old man, don't change the subject. You just boasted that in a battle between feng shui masters, it's either you or me. Now that you're my defeated opponent, have you thought about how you want to die?"

The Ren family members were on edge, each one worried, wondering if Jiang Mingyue would be so audacious as to take action against Qian Dejian at the Ren family's old house.

Yan Qian remained calm and composed. He understood Jiang Mingyue; even if she despised evildoers, she would show mercy and hand them over to the law.

He reached out to the bodyguard, who, with good judgment, handed him Jiang Mingyue's coat.

Yan Qian took it and walked closer to Jiang Mingyue. "Mingyue, put it on. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Jiang Mingyue spread her arms and let Yan Qian help her put on her coat.

Qian Dejian looked up at Yan Qian, then looked at Jiang Mingyue and smiled forlornly.

In the blink of an eye, the blade hidden in Qian Dejian's hand was about to be pointed at his own heart.

To Qian Dejian's disappointment, Jiang Mingyue remained completely still, and even Yan Qian's bodyguards did not step forward to intervene.

The tip of the knife in Qian Dejian's hand hovered a hair's breadth from his heart. He stared at Jiang Mingyue in astonishment, clearly not expecting her to stand by and watch him die.

Jiang Mingyue raised her hand to smooth the stray hairs that had fallen by her ear, and said speechlessly, "Old man, this approach is outdated. I'm not a saint, why should I risk my own safety to save you? What if you stab me in the back later?"

Qian Dejian looked gloomy. He was so wrong. He was too arrogant. He had to sigh. The younger generation of Xuanmen were really powerful. They were brave and resourceful.

It's a pity that they can't be used by him.

"I am ashamed of my inferiority. Do as you please, whether you wish to kill or torture me."

Jiang Mingyue rolled her eyes. "Old man, I'm not like you. I'm not as narrow-minded as you. You're a member of the Xuanmen sect. You should do what you can to benefit the people and the world, instead of actively pursuing fame and fortune."

"We shouldn't have met. We only got to know each other by chance because of the Feng Shui Bureau of Bishui Haoyuan in Huai County. If you had just stopped, that would have been fine. But you insisted on provoking me, so don't blame me for being impolite."

Ren Zhongbei's face was completely shattered. He resented Du Manlin for acting impulsively and hated his dead brother for doing something against morality in order to prolong Ren Xiao's life.

It's great to see Qian Dejian now in Jiang Mingyue's hands.

Du Manlin panicked and rushed forward to stand in front of Qian Dejian, "Miss Jiang, Old Master Qian can't die! Xiaoxiao hasn't woken up yet!"

Before Jiang Mingyue could speak in response to Du Manlin's pleas for mercy, Yan Qian reminded her, "Chairman Du, please be careful with your words. Mingyue is not trying to take Qian Dejian's life, nor does she have the right to dispose of the life of a Chinese citizen. Qian Dejian has violated the law and should be judged by the law."

Upon hearing Yan Qian's words, Du Manlin was so frightened that she immediately knelt down before Jiang Mingyue.

"Du Manlin!"

From afar came the powerful shout of the old master of the Ren family. Everyone turned around and saw Ren Kai pushing Ren Jun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, appear at the entrance of the Moon Gate.

When Du Manlin saw Ren Jun, she stopped pretending and went on a rampage, saying, "Dad! If your second son hadn't been messing around outside and Xiaoxiao hadn't caught him, Xiaoxiao wouldn't have been hit by a car and become a vegetable!"

"Everything I've done is for Xiaoxiao. He's the grandson of the Ren family, a descendant of your Ren family. Even if you don't consider me, you should consider him!"

Ren Jun only learned five minutes ago that Ren Zhongtian had asked Qian Dejian to set up a feng shui arrangement at Bishui Haoyuan in Huai County to use the life force of a living person to prolong Ren Xiao's life.

Before he died, Ren Zhongtian told Ren Kai about this and instructed Ren Kai not to tell the old man, otherwise he would die with regrets.

Jiang Mingyue and Qian Dejian fought fiercely in the fourth courtyard. Ren Kai, seeing that he could no longer keep quiet, had no choice but to blurt everything out.

Ren Jun was furious when he heard this.

Ren Kai pushed the wheelchair forward, then helped the old man up, carefully reminding him, "Grandpa, slow down."

Ren Jun glanced at Qian Dejian, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with disappointment, and then looked apologetically at Jiang Yuyanqian.

“Miss Jiang, I am truly sorry for tonight. The Ren family members acted foolishly and implicated you. I apologize to you on their behalf.”

Jiang Mingyue slightly toned down her outgoing demeanor, giving Old Master Ren face, "Mr. Ren, there's no need to blame yourself. You were kept in the dark."

Ren Jun nodded, deciding to deal with the immediate matter first and discuss the matter of making amends later.

He glared at Du Manlin, "Manlin, you and your second brother are so stupid. Your second brother is dead, that's the end of it, I won't say anything about him. But you are still alive, you are Xiaoxiao's mother, and you are a high-achieving student who studied abroad. You have a brain and wisdom. If medicine can't help you, why are you trying to borrow the life force of a living person?!"

"This is absolutely unacceptable! You keep criticizing Zhongtian for not accumulating blessings for the children, causing them to suffer. Are you a good example yourself?!"

The old man's public questioning made Du Manlin extremely embarrassed. Of course, she had thought about the consequences of this matter. She even wanted to exchange her life for Xiaoxiao's life.

"Heh, just sickly?" Jiang Mingyue suddenly laughed, dropping a bombshell, "Ren Xiao is a body with two souls, supported by the life force of all the owners of Biyue Garden, it would be strange if the owners didn't die."

Author's Note: I cut my hand while chopping vegetables, [laughing and crying emojis] I bled too much and my hand is slurring. I need to catch my breath. I'll try to update more tomorrow.