Chapter 39 I don't need your thanks at the cost of your own life.
The room fell silent.
Shen Yuepo looked down at the white jade bracelet on her wrist, an item passed down through generations of abbots of the Xujing Temple.
The master once said that she had a special destiny and a very weak constitution, so he made an exception and put the jade bracelet that should have belonged to the abbot on her wrist.
The silence in the room was broken by Chen Yuepo.
She looked up, her gaze falling on Feng Jin. "The blood has already been drawn, don't waste it. Drink it."
Feng Jin's unfathomable black eyes stared at her, with a hint of scrutiny and an indescribable emotion.
The next second, Shen Yuepo felt a slight chill on her left wrist.
Feng Jin had moved in front of her without her noticing, and his slender, jade-like fingers lightly brushed against the small wound on her wrist.
The fingertips did not actually touch the skin, but a gentle force instantly flowed into the wound.
The skin at the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, without leaving even a trace of redness.
Shen Yuepo lowered her eyes and looked at her wrist, which had been restored to its original state in an instant, and her heart stirred slightly.
When will she be able to heal wounds with a wave of her hand, just like him?
After doing all this, Feng Jin raised his hand and picked up the small white porcelain bowl.
He tilted his head slightly, and a few drops of blood stained his perfectly shaped thin lips, making him look eerie and alluring.
Shen Yuepo's gaze lingered uncontrollably on his face.
She had seen his tranquil slumber within the white jade bracelet, and she had also witnessed his abyssal, prison-like pressure when he awoke.
But I have never seen him like this before, like a blood-stained god, or a demon fallen to earth.
That ultimate, pure, yet contradictory beauty possesses an allure that destroys reason.
Her gaze lingered, momentarily fixed on the object.
As Feng Jin drank his last mouthful of blood and put down the white porcelain bowl, the trace of crimson blood remaining on his lips had not yet been completely wiped away.
He keenly caught Shen Yuepo's brief, absent-minded gaze.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Shen Yuepo quickly regained his senses, and the slight ripple in his eyes instantly returned to calm, as if it had never appeared at all.
She casually looked away, turned and walked to the bedside, her tone flat and emotionless:
"Alright, you can go back to the bracelet now. I'm going to sleep."
The ashes did not disappear immediately.
“Chen Yuepo.” His deep voice echoed in the silent room.
"Remember, I don't need your thanks at the cost of your own life."
Before Shen Yuepo could respond, the tall and imposing figure transformed into a wisp of extremely faint black mist, instantly disappearing into the white jade bracelet on her wrist.
Qingchuan Shen Family Ancestral Home
The Shen family ancestral home, shrouded in night, appeared even more eerie than during the day.
Even though the burial pit of the Su family next door had been suppressed and filled by Shen Yuepo, the gloomy and cold aura emanating from the Shen family's ancestral home was even stronger than before.
Shen Wangchuan stood in the backyard of the Shen family home, accompanied by Master Zhang, a highly renowned figure in the capital, and Master Zhang's two assistants.
Master Zhang held an ancient compass, his expression solemn.
The magnetic needle on the compass spun wildly, as if being violently manipulated by an invisible force, making it impossible for it to point steadily.
“Mr. Shen,” Master Zhang slowly put away his compass, “the feng shui of this place is indeed as your sister said. Someone has set up an extremely insidious and vicious trapping dragon and water, a formation that gathers yin and locks in evil.”
He took a deep breath, suppressing the horror in his heart, and pointed to the location of the ancestral home and the surrounding terrain:
"The location of your ancestral home was originally an excellent site, a place where a hidden dragon drinks from the water. It should have been a place of protection for future generations and a place of lasting blessings. But now..."
Master Zhang walked to a seemingly ordinary low stone wall in the southeast corner of the ancestral home and gestured to his assistant to clear away the loose soil, revealing a dark-colored stone slab underneath.
"This is a Yin-gathering stone. This object is buried deep here, continuously gathering the Yin and death energy from the depths of the earth and the surrounding environment, locking it within the foundation of the house."
He pointed to the obvious signs of artificial alteration to the waterways behind the house, his voice growing increasingly heavy:
"The most fatal flaw is that the original flowing water was introduced under the house foundation but had no outlet, turning it into trapped water. Water is supposed to govern wealth and fortune, but now it has become an accomplice in gathering yin energy and locking away evil spirits."
Once this arrangement is complete, it's as if the entire residence has been transformed into a giant yin-gathering bottle, where all the negative energy can only enter and not leave, eroding the residents' fortune, vitality, and lifespan day and night.
Shen Wangchuan felt a chill run down his spine: "Master, is there a way to break this?"
Master Zhang gave a bitter smile and sighed deeply: "Difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven!"
He looked at Shen Wangchuan, a rare hint of apprehension in his eyes:
"This situation is intricately linked. Forcibly breaking it will inevitably trigger a backlash, at best resulting in immediate death, and at worst bringing disaster upon the entire family of the one who broke it. This old man of mine wants to live a few more years."
Master Zhang pointed to the Yin-gathering stone, "This object was probably made by mixing in the ashes of living people."
The person capable of setting up such a deadly trap must be ruthless and possess unfathomable cultivation. I cannot see through it at all, let alone break it.”
He bowed helplessly and said, "Mr. Shen, I am truly powerless to change this situation."
Shen Wangchuan's heart sank to the bottom.
Even someone of Master Zhang's caliber was helpless and was even too frightened to try.
After seeing off Master Zhang, who dared not even accept the fortune-telling fee, Shen Wangchuan stood alone under the eaves of the ancestral home and dialed Chairman Shen's number.
As soon as the call connected, he stubbed out his third cigarette: "Dad, Master Zhang has taken a look."
He repeated Master Zhang's words verbatim.
Finally, he asked the question that had been weighing on his mind:
"Dad, think carefully, who exactly has our family offended these past few months? And someone with such unfathomable background and such insidious and ruthless methods?"
On the other end of the phone, Chairman Shen fell into a long silence.
It was so long that Shen Wangchuan thought the signal had been lost before he heard Chairman Shen's voice:
"The business world is like a battlefield, and you'll naturally offend quite a few people. But to say that someone is unfathomable and ruthless to this extent... I really can't imagine."
Shen Wangchuan's Adam's apple bobbed.
The pale moonlight cast a shadow on his taut profile.
“Dad,” he said in a low voice, but with an undeniable determination, “Just because Master Zhang can’t do it doesn’t mean there’s no one in the world who can.”
"A hefty reward will surely find a true master. This ominous situation must be broken, otherwise..."
He didn't say the terrible consequences, but both father and son knew them perfectly well.
"good."
Chairman Shen's voice was also extremely heavy, "Sparing no expense, using all connections and funds, find it for me!"
After hanging up the call with Chairman Shen, Shen Wangchuan's doubts grew like wildfire.
This ominous situation is by no means easily achieved.
Who could have secretly buried a Yin-gathering stone and altered the waterways in the Shen family's ancestral home?
His eyes darkened, and he turned and walked towards the living room.
"Uncle Zhang."
Inside the living room, the old housekeeper was wiping the table.
He looked up at the sound, "Young Master."
"Has anyone been in the backyard in the last few months?"
Uncle Zhang frowned, thought carefully, and then shook his head with great certainty:
“Young Master, apart from the young lady’s visit a few days ago, no outsiders have come in.”
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