The increasingly irritable voice brought Wen Qi back to her senses. She sat up suddenly and looked around in confusion. This was an antique farmyard with apple trees, vegetable fields, and even a well.

In front of me, a gray-haired, slightly hunched old man was mumbling in dissatisfaction, "What did you do last night? How come you fell asleep while talking? Don't think you can get away with it. Confess quickly, what's the matter with the tattoo on your ankle?"

"Master..." Wen Qi looked at the old man in confusion, and then lowered her head to look at her ankle. There was a blooming rose at the ankle of her right foot, and it was light golden in color. When the sun shone on it, it was very beautiful.

Wen Qi was in a daze for a moment. When did she get this tattoo? The doubt flashed through her mind, and she accepted its existence almost instantly, and said confidently: "Young people like tattoos nowadays. This is art!"

"Bullshit!" The old man was so angry, "Get rid of it right now! What kind of girl would tattoo something like this on her body!"

Wen Qi admired it for a while and said, "What kind of thing is this? It's really pretty. So old-fashioned!"

She stood up and stretched her arms and legs. "My back and waist are sore from all the sleep I've had. I'm going to go out for a walk." Before leaving, she turned back and smiled, "If you want to take care of me, just come and live with me down the mountain. Otherwise, the emperor is far away...right?"

The old man stamped his feet in anger, "Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by you. Go away and don't come back!"

Wen Qi curled his lips, "Stubborn old man."

She took out her cell phone and checked the time. It was the Dragon Boat Festival on May 5, 2025. It was the second year that she started to work independently and it was also the second year that the old man retired to the mountains.

During the holidays, Wen Qi would go up the mountain to visit his master. Apart from the daily greetings, the topic of conversation was always whether or not to go down the mountain.

Of course, the stubborn old man wins every time.

Wen Qi walked down the mountain in a daze. She felt like she had forgotten something. She couldn't help but frown. What was it... The rose on her ankle suddenly lit up, and Wen Qi's phone rang.

"Master Wen, the balance has been transferred to your account. Thank you so much this time. I will treat you to a meal again if I have the chance in the future."

After a few words of mutual praise, Wen Qi hung up the phone. The text message of the transfer also arrived. She laughed from the bottom of her heart, "That's it. How could I forget that the balance has not been collected? Did I fall asleep?"

After spending the Dragon Boat Festival with the old man, Wen Qi took a commission and went down the mountain. Another large sum of money was waving at her.

This time the commission is to set up the Feng Shui for the new house. We have to go to the site for inspection first, and then make changes based on the terrain and orientation. The price is two million.

Unlike other heavenly masters, Wen Qi worked on her own after she became a master. Not only did she work almost all year round, but all the money she earned was her own. In just two years, she became one of the richest women in the circle, making all her peers envious.

Wen Qi got into the car, listening to soft music and tasting expensive red wine, all the way to the destination. As the red wine entered her mouth, she suddenly remembered that her alcohol tolerance seemed to be very poor, and she shouldn't drink before working.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qi put down the wine glass, turned around, picked up the bottle and took a look, then his eyes widened, "Fuck, when have I ever bought such expensive wine! Isn't this Fen..."

Wen Qi's eyes flashed with confusion. What did he mean by "fen"? Who bought this wine? A red wine worth tens of millions, and you can get a refill... a spendthrift old man.

Wen Qi looked dazed, her eyelids unconsciously closed. When she arrived at the destination, she woke up when the driver called her, rubbed her forehead and got out of the car, completely forgetting the problem that had troubled her before she fell asleep.

The orange rose emitted a faint light again, and the flower vine climbed up along the ankle to a small section the size of a palm.

This time the client is a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan, and the feng shui of his garden-like house needs to be redefined.

As soon as Wen Qi arrived, the housekeeper of the mansion came out to greet her. He politely took her around the courtyard several times, constantly introducing the things in the courtyard and emphasizing which things were absolutely not to be moved.

If it's not too outrageous, Wen Qi will not go against the client. At most, the modified feng shui layout will be slightly less effective, but it will not have much impact overall.

But this client was so demanding that this and that not be moved that Wen Qi was so angry that she laughed, "You can't move anything, and you still want someone to change the Feng Shui? Just arrange it however you like."

The housekeeper's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded, "You are right. Thank you for your hard work today."

Wen Qi's eyes darkened, "Are you kidding me?"

The housekeeper was neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke the truth: "You misunderstood. Actually, the lady had already asked a master to change it before, but the owner was still worried and wanted to ask someone to take a look again. What do you think of the Feng Shui after the change?"

Wen Qi sneered, "Not very good, at most a month, blood will flow all over the house!"

The housekeeper's expression finally changed, and he said angrily: "Master Wen, be careful of your mouth!"

Wen Qi turned around and left, "I've come to this point. Whether you want to listen or not, I will not accept any commissions from your family in the future." She didn't notice that the moment she stepped out of the door, the flower vine at her ankle climbed up a bit and had already wrapped around her calf.

Wen Qi slammed the car door expressionlessly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt suffocated. No! She must take a big order, preferably one that can make her famous in the Tianshi circle. Then, let's see who dares to use her as a backup!

After imagining the future, Wen Qi let out a depressed sigh.

Just like traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, the older a Taoist priest gets, the more popular he or she becomes. Many big clients only look for old Taoist priests. If she hadn’t become famous in the past two years, she wouldn’t even be a backup.

Wen Qi sighed and said to herself, "I can't always put on old-age makeup when I accept commissions in the future." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing, "That's too ridiculous."

Forget it, take your time.

Wen Qi sighed, closed his eyes, and fell drowsy as the car swayed.

Hidden under the trousers, the flower vines were slightly lit up and ready to move. They tried to move up several times but then retracted, as if they were running out of energy. The flower vines flickered, but finally gave up.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud bang, and Wen Qi flew up and fell forward. She suddenly opened her eyes, and quickly protected her head and face with her elbows, and hit the back of the front seat heavily.

Then there was a violent bumpy ride, the friction between the tires and the ground, and the harsh sound of metal scraping against each other. It seemed like a long time had passed before the surroundings became quiet.

Wen Qi fumbled to open the car door and got out of the car dizzy. She seemed to have hit her head just now, and now she felt like vomiting when she opened her eyes. She had to stay where she was and close her eyes to relieve the pain.

"Are you okay?"

A deep voice sounded above her head, and Wen Qi's ears moved, feeling a little itchy. She subconsciously raised her head and opened her eyes, and saw a handsome face that was very in line with the public's aesthetics, and gave her a sense of fateful familiarity.

Especially those eyes, dark and deep, like a mysterious universe, inviting exploration.

For a moment, Wen Qi's heart skipped a beat.