Rich people tend to be quite superstitious, so they hold Feng Shui masters in high regard.
With this new identity, Ye Chen's status in Suzhou and Hangzhou rose significantly, earning him the title of "Master Ye."
However, when it came to Feng Shui, he did indeed have some skills.
After all, he was the "golden boy" of a trashy novel author, knowing almost everything—except, perhaps, having five "wisdom roots."
"How should I expose this bastard?"
Tang Yu thought to himself as he drove.
Adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," Tang Yu decided that confronting Ye Chen directly was not an option.
After some deliberation, he concluded that the only way was to privately inform the Qin family in some manner.
As soon as Tang Yu left, Wang Yixue addressed the Wang family members.
"Elders, please gather at the Wang family ancestral hall. I have something important to discuss with everyone."
"What's going on, little girl? Why do we need to go to the ancestral hall?"
An elderly man with white hair asked in a hoarse voice.
Usually, gathering at the ancestral hall meant a major family matter was at hand.
All eyes turned to Wang Yixue, who seemed serious.
Wang Rulong, feeling guilty, also grew nervous.
He never expected that Jiang Xiaoyue could cure their grandfather's illness.
Didn't she say it was impossible before?
Now that Wang Yixue was calling everyone to the ancestral hall, could it be that she discovered someone had tampered with their grandfather?
However, Wang Rulong wasn't too worried, as he was confident his identity wouldn't be exposed.
Ye Chen had taught him how to use the Gu spell very discreetly, and it would never be detected!
"I need to discuss something that concerns the survival of our family. Please come now."
After saying this, Wang Yixue walked toward the ancestral hall.
The others, sensing the gravity of the situation, followed her with serious expressions, though they were puzzled about what could be so dire.
"It's fine. Even if she discovers something, she has no evidence," Wang Rulong reassured himself silently.
Once everyone arrived at the ancestral hall, an elder spoke up.
"Yixue, everyone is here. What's so urgent? Let's discuss it together and find a solution."
Wang Yixue nodded and, with a cold expression, pointed at Wang Rulong, who was standing at the edge.
"Rulong, come forward and kneel before our ancestors."
The crowd was shocked and looked at Wang Rulong.
Had he committed another serious mistake?
Wang Rulong's mother stepped forward.
"Yixue, what are you doing? Why are you making your brother kneel? Did he offend you in some way?"
Wang Rulong walked over with a bitter smile.
"Yes, sister, is there some misunderstanding?"
"A misunderstanding? Collaborating with outsiders and betraying the family—is that a misunderstanding?"
"The recent partnership with Fars in the new energy project almost caused us heavy losses. And today, someone put a Gu spell on Grandfather—that was you, wasn't it?"
Wang Yixue interrogated Wang Rulong, her gaze piercing.
Wang Rulong turned pale with fear and vigorously shook his head.
"No, sister, you must be mistaken! How could I do such a thing?"
"The Fars partnership was indeed my fault for trusting the wrong person, but how could Grandfather's illness have anything to do with me? Even if I were the most heartless, I wouldn't do something like that."
"Yes, is there some misunderstanding?"
"Yixue, do you have any evidence?"
The others found it hard to believe, as Wang Rulong had always been a model family member.
"I'll bring in a witness."
Wang Yixue clapped her hands.
Soon, two bodyguards brought Li Deshen in from outside.
Visibly terrified, Li Deshen knelt down and explained everything to the family.
This was his only chance for redemption, as Wang Yixue had promised him a way out if he testified.
After Li Deshen finished explaining, both the witness and evidence were clear.
Wang Rulong, pale and desperate, tried to say something, but his father was already furious.
He punched Wang Rulong in the face, knocking him to the ground, then began kicking him violently.
Betraying the family was the ultimate sin in a wealthy clan.
Moreover, Wang Rulong had dared to harm the head of the family, which was a clear death sentence.
Only Wang Rulong's mother cried and tried to stop her husband, while the others coldly watched.
Wang Yixue remained silent until Wang Rulong was nearly beaten to death, then she spoke.
"Enough, Second Uncle. Let's stop here for today. Grandfather's health hasn't recovered yet, so I think we should let him decide what to do with Rulong once he's better."
Wang Rulong's father nodded, feeling utterly defeated.
He never imagined his son could be so foolish.
Given the old man's temper, Wang Rulong's fate was sealed.
"Take him away and lock him up," Wang Yixue ordered the bodyguards, then addressed the family.
"This incident isn't entirely Wang Rulong's fault. He may be foolish, but someone else is far more malicious and must pay for their actions."
"Absolutely, we cannot let this person go unpunished."
"He must pay the price."
The family members unanimously agreed to seek revenge.
Anyone who dared to target the Wang family would face their wrath.
Soon, the Wang family began searching for Ye Chen's whereabouts to plan their retaliation.
Meanwhile, all of the Wang family's businesses launched an all-out attack on the Dragon Morning Group.
...
At the Qin family residence, things were bustling.
Two days earlier, the Qin family had suddenly announced an invitation to Feng Shui masters from all over to solve their family's problems.
The reward? A whopping ten billion yuan!
For these Feng Shui masters, ten billion was an astronomical sum.
Thus, they flocked from across the country, all gathered to tackle the Qin family's crisis.
When Tang Yu arrived, he saw Ye Chen getting out of his car.
Qin Kexin was already waiting for him.
"Miss Qin, how did the amulet work for you?"
Ye Chen asked with a smile as he stepped out.
"It worked very well, so we're counting on you today, Mr. Ye."
Qin Kexin nodded, though her expression was somewhat complicated.
She remembered the thoughts she had heard before.
To verify, she had secretly opened the amulet that morning!
Inside was a hastily scribbled talisman with a dried bloodstain!
[Haha, Qin Kexin must be shocked by the amulet.]
[Luckily, I'm feeling generous today and will kindly expose his true nature later.]
[By the way, where's Qin Ming?]
As she was wondering, that familiar voice echoed in her mind again.
She quickly looked around.
Who could it be?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
