Chapter 45 recalls the last time Shen Yuepo frowned and said, "Don't nitpick over words."
Shen Yuepo stood up. "Chairman Shen, I hope you will seriously consider my proposal."
She paused, her tone becoming serious:
"Furthermore, the inauspicious feng shui of the old house is about to manifest its negative effects. It will likely come to pass very soon. You should take care of yourself."
After saying that, she didn't linger and turned to leave.
"Moon Soul!"
Shen Wangchuan shouted almost subconsciously, suddenly rushing out from behind Chairman Shen and chasing after him into the corridor in a few steps.
His tall figure blocked Shen Yuepo's path, his chest rising and falling slightly.
"etc!"
Shen Wangchuan's voice was slightly dry and hoarse as he looked into Shen Yuepo's calm and unwavering eyes:
“I…I admit that I was prejudiced against you before, and I thought you were a threat to Yu Rou.”
He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed intently on Shen Yuepo:
"If I am willing to truly accept you and treat you like my own sister, could you stay?"
I'll talk to Yu Rou and ask her to..."
"cannot."
Shen Yuepo interrupted him, her voice calm and without the slightest ripple.
She looked at the sudden dimming of the light in Shen Wangchuan's eyes and stated the facts clearly:
“I’ve said it before, I don’t need this kind of family affection that I have to fight for, and I don’t need you to do anything to Shen Yurou. My staying or leaving has nothing to do with your wishes.”
Shen Wangchuan's heart sank to the bottom. He opened his mouth, but found that he could no longer say any words to persuade him to stay.
Seeing his distraught appearance, Shen Yuepo paused slightly.
Her cool gaze lingered on his face for a moment before she finally spoke softly:
"For the sake of our blood ties, let me remind you: Tomorrow, stay away from the water. Be especially careful around 5 PM."
After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Shen Wangchuan's expression, which had suddenly become one of surprise and uncertainty, and walked straight past him to her room.
Shen Wangchuan stood frozen in place, Shen Yuepo's warning, "Stay away from the water," still echoing in his ears.
A chill crept up my spine.
Could it be that the first person to experience the ominous feng shui configuration of the Shen family's old residence was...himself?
But... what time is the hour of You (5-7 PM)?
...
Shen Yuepo returned to her room and closed the door behind her.
As soon as she walked to the table, the white jade bracelet on her wrist vibrated silently, and a familiar, cold aura spread out.
A tall, imposing black shadow materialized and took shape beside her.
Feng Jin was still wearing a dark-colored robe with dark patterns, his black hair was loose, and his handsome face was less pale than before.
The overwhelming aura emanating from him seemed to solidify somewhat.
“Your blood,” Feng Jin’s voice was low, lacking its usual coldness, “is far more potent than mine…”
He paused mid-sentence, his golden pupils flickering slightly.
Recalling the way Shen Yuepo had frowned and said "Don't nitpick" last time, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he abruptly changed his tone:
"The effect far exceeded my expectations. The internal injuries have stabilized by 70%."
Shen Yuepo frowned slightly.
Her master's words from her childhood echoed clearly in her mind without warning:
"Po'er, your destiny is special, your constitution is extremely weak, and your blood contains a strange power. This is a glimmer of hope given to you by the Heavenly Dao, but it may also bring disaster..."
Remember, do not let anyone take it easily…
At the time, she thought it was just a joke to amuse the child.
But now it seems...
Feng Jin suddenly took a step closer, his shadow, carrying a chilling aura, looming over them.
"Shen Yuepo, who exactly are you?"
Shen Yuepo raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her clear, cold eyes reflecting the golden flames dancing in his pupils.
Silence flowed between the two, and the air seemed to freeze.
A moment later, Shen Yuepo parted her red lips slightly, "Just a mortal who grew up in a Taoist temple."
Feng Jin stared at her intently.
On that excessively handsome face, the indifferent expression remained unchanged, but the golden flames deep within his pupils seemed to flicker even more uncertainly.
He could sense the extraordinary power in her blood, something that ordinary cultivators could not possess.
"A commoner?" he murmured, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, but rather a hint of amusement.
His fingertips brushed lightly across the white jade bracelet on Shen Yuepo's wrist. A very faint sensation emanated from within the bracelet—the trace of the fusion of his power and Shen Yuepo's power.
"This is the first time I've ever seen a mortal who can contain such a source of life in their own blood essence and nourish the ghostly energy of the underworld."
After speaking, Feng Jin straightened up, and the shadow that had enveloped Chen Yuepo suddenly dissipated.
He didn't ask any more questions.
His gaze fell on her calm face, and he continued:
"My injuries have improved, and my senses of the Fengdu Seal have become much clearer."
Shen Yuepo's eyes flickered slightly, and she finally looked at him. "Found it?"
“The location has been determined, but it is blocked by a powerful barrier. We need to go and investigate in person.” Feng Jin nodded. “I need to leave for two days.”
Shen Yuepo answered without hesitation, "Okay."
Feng Jin's figure suddenly transformed into a wisp of extremely faint black mist and disappeared.
The oppressive coldness in the room dissipated.
The next day, Xinghe Sky Bridge.
It was still a quiet corner, with the same simple stool and the same cardboard sign that read, "Infallible Predictions! No Money If It Doesn't Work!"
Shen Yuepo sat upright like a pine tree, her light pink ramie robe fluttering gently in the breeze. Her aloof demeanor stood out from the surrounding noise, attracting the attention of the crowd.
Yesterday's dramatic scene involving Mrs. Chen had already spread privately, and today the number of people coming to watch was several times greater than yesterday.
However, this pleasant atmosphere was soon shattered.
Three thugs dressed in a sleazy style, with cheap tattoos showing on their arms, swaggered through the crowd and rushed straight to Shen Yuepo's stall.
The leader was a young man with dyed yellow hair and a roguish look. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and he casually placed one foot on the edge of Shen Yuepo's cardboard sign, glancing at her sideways.
"Hey, little girl, I heard you're pretty accurate with your predictions?"
The blond thug blew a smoke ring and said in a flippant tone, "Come on, tell us how my luck is today, and how my love life is going?"
The two companions next to him also joined in the commotion:
"Exactly! When will our blond-haired brother make a fortune?"
"Little sister, don't blame us for being impolite if we're wrong."
They laughed and sneered, their eyes darting around Shen Yuepo with ill intent, clearly there to cause trouble.
A stir ran through the crowd. Some frowned, some dared not speak out in anger, and others looked at Shen Yuepo with curiosity, wanting to see how this "little immortal" would deal with the situation.
Not far away, a brand-new sports car was parked on the side of the road.
The car window rolled down, revealing Shen Yichuan's face, which looked like he was enjoying the show.
He looked at the chaos on the overpass with a malicious smile on his lips.
These three thugs were the ones he paid to annoy Shen Yuepo.
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