Chapter 14: Immortal Enters Dream
"Is it you?"
Cang Yao no longer looked sickly, and at first glance he looked like a nobleman, which made him look out of place among the street vendors.
"I haven't thanked Miss Feng enough for saving my life." Cang Yao said with a smile.
Feng Tianning waved her hand. She was now in the mortal world, so she would naturally not allow evil spirits to cause trouble.
"I came here this time to ask Miss Feng for a favor."
"My family seems to be entangled by something. I hope Miss Feng can help."
Feng Tianning glanced at Cang Yao, as if he wanted to see through him:
"How did you find me?"
Coincidentally, Cang Yao originally wanted to borrow someone from the Special Case Team. Given the status of their Cang family in Kyoto, the Special Case Team would not refuse.
Unexpectedly, he met Feng Tianning on the road, which saved him the trouble of going to the special case team and talking to those people in official language.
For some reason, he felt very comfortable whenever he was with Feng Tianning, as if anything could be solved as long as she was there.
Cang Yao did not answer Feng Tianning's words, but instead said:
"As long as Miss Feng can help, you can name your reward."
"How much reward is okay?" Feng Tianning's eyes lit up.
Cang Yao nodded. Even if Feng Tianning asked for tens of millions of "appearance fees", he could afford it. After all, her strength was so strong, and their Cang family would not lose out.
"Then please pay for this meal for me!"
"that's all?"
"that's all!"
Cang Yao silently paid the boss 32.80 yuan.
Really... the lion is opening his mouth a little.
"Let's go."
"Where to?" Cang Yao was a little confused now. He had never seen such a small amount before.
He has been the heir of the Kyoto Cang family since birth, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the "Prince of the Kyoto Circle".
Over the years, the family business has become stronger and stronger in his hands. As long as he takes a fancy to a project, he can make a lot of money, as if God is on his side.
But...what is eighty cents?
Feng Tianning looked at him doubtfully:
"Aren't you going to meet your family?"
Feng Tianning spoke frankly, but Cang Yao's ears turned red strangely.
What about meeting family? It's as if Feng Tianning is his girlfriend.
Cang Yao is not a sex-minded person, but whenever he faces Feng Tianning, he can't help but fantasize about whether he can be with her.
The Cang family’s old house is not far from the city center and can be reached in less than half an hour.
Feng Tianning followed Cang Yao into the house. The further they went in, the more luxurious the place became.
“This place is comparable to the third heaven.”
Each level of the heavenly palace is different. The higher you go, the more powerful the gods living there are, and the more luxurious the decorations are.
Feng Tianning used to live in the Jinxiu Tianwa Palace outside the thirty-three heavens.
The Cang family's feng shui and decoration are comparable to the three heavens, which are the residences of earthly immortals and wandering immortals.
Cang Yao couldn't deny Feng Tianning's words. The feng shui of his family was given by an immortal.
The immortal appeared in his grandfather's dream and said that this feng shui could bless his descendants with great wealth and honor.
The price was that the immortal took away his third-generation grandson as his successor.
Cang Yao's grandfather felt that it was a good thing as his descendants could also inherit the immortal legacy, so he agreed.
Now that the immortal has come to take people away, the Cang family is unwilling to do so and wants to ask the special case team to protect their little grandson from being taken away.
"My brother is only five years old this year, and the elders in my family really don't want to let him go, so..."
"So you want me to kill that immortal?" Feng Tianning continued.
"That's not the case." Cang Yao chuckled, as if the person who was about to be taken away was not his brother but a stranger.
"We just want to talk to that immortal. As long as Cang Mingyu can stay, the Cang family is willing to pay any price."
As he was speaking, Feng Tianning followed Cang Yao to the hall.
The hall was already full of people, and a small figure was lying in the middle.
"Ayao, is this the agent you invited back from the special case team?" The woman sitting in the main seat spoke slowly.
For a moment, all eyes fell on Feng Tianning, and Old Lady Cang also frowned.
Why did Cang Yao find such a young agent?
"A Yao, this matter is of great importance. How can you treat it so lightly?" The middle-aged man sitting below also spoke.
"Second Uncle has never seen Miss Feng's magical powers, so how do you know she can't save Mingyu?"
Looking at Cang Yao's determined expression, the Cang family members were a little unsure about Feng Tianning's strength for a moment.
Feng Tianning looked at Cang Yao with a dark face. When did she say that she could guarantee to save people?
What if she is also unable to do anything, wouldn’t that delay Cang Mingyu?
Feng Tianning cleared his throat and said indifferently:
"There's no point in continuing to argue. Why don't you just let me see him?"
Feng Tianning had already thought it through. No matter whether it was an immortal or an evil spirit, he would just catch it and kill it. By then, Cang Mingyu would be able to recover.
She raised her foot and walked towards Cang Mingyu. The people surrounding her felt a strong pressure and unconsciously made way for her.
This woman must be extraordinary to be able to make those of them who live in the world of fame and fortune feel oppressed!
Feng Tianning squatted down and looked at Cang Mingyu with his eyes closed. Black spots had appeared on his face and body, and maggots could be seen gnawing at his body.
It looked like he had been dead for more than ten days, but Cang Mingyu was still breathing weakly.
"Has he eaten anything he shouldn't have before this?" Feng Tianning asked with a frown.
For a moment, the whole hall fell silent. The food of the Cang family was strictly screened, and they really couldn't imagine what Cang Mingyu had eaten.
After a long while, a young female voice sounded weakly:
"Brother Mingyu seems to have eaten the rice offered to the ancestors."
A little girl who had been hiding behind an adult stood up.
"Qingfeng, what's going on!" The old lady Cang's majestic voice made Cang Qingfeng tremble.
"At the ancestral worship ceremony a few days ago, no one paid attention to me and my brother Mingyu."
"He said the rice used for ancestral worship was the best in the entire Cang family, and he insisted on dragging me to try it."
"I didn't dare to eat it, so I just stood outside to help him keep watch. It seems that Mingyu brother ate the rice used for the ancestral offerings."
The little girl began to cry and said, "It's none of my business."
The Cang family members all looked unhappy. They didn't expect that Cang Mingyu would dare to steal the food used for ancestor offerings.
The ancestors must be angry and want to punish him.
The old lady took a deep breath and looked at Feng Tianning:
"Miss Feng, do you have any way to save this child?"
"As long as he can survive, our Cang family will make him kowtow and apologize to our ancestors."
Feng Tianning shook his head:
"It has nothing to do with your ancestors."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. If it wasn’t Cang Mingyu who angered the ancestors, then what else could it be?
"You just said that an immortal appeared in your grandfather's dream and said he would take away the third generation of descendants?"
Feng Tianning turned his gaze towards Cang Yao, and when he saw him nod, he continued:
"That so-called immortal is here to fulfill his promise to you."
"But that's not a fairy, it's an evil spirit."
"Evil spirit!" Several members of the Cang family looked at Feng Tianning in disbelief.
"Miss Feng, do you have any proof?"
"Cang Yao, look at the charlatan you brought back!"
"How could there be an evil spirit? I think this Miss Feng is trying to exaggerate things and get more money from our Cang family!"
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