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A colossal crane-like figure swooped down towards Wei Yanlin's head, but before it could make contact, a beam of yellow light intercepted it. The crane's form instantly dissipated into black smoke, unable to reform.

In the next second, eight explosions rocked the air from seemingly nowhere.

The commotion drew the attention of many Hong Kong mystics.

The president of the Mystic Society stood by the window, observing the distant west where faint black smoke was intertwined with a hint of yellow light.

Staring for a long while, he finally realized that the yellow light was actually a flying talisman.

A Talisman!

A flying talisman!

Sweat broke out on the president's forehead as he hurriedly turned to make a call. "I wasn't mistaken! In my lifetime, I've witnessed someone controlling a talisman! My friend, this is incredible – the fabled control of talismans with one's aura that mystics have sought their entire lives truly exists!"

He then called other mystics who were closer to the western area to share the news.

Inquiries and discussions ensued.

Only now did he learn that a neighborhood had been ensnared by the ominous omen of "whistling winds and crying cranes," an evil geomantic trap that required the expertise of a skilled feng shui master to set up. The president pondered: if given the task, would he be able to dispel the formation with a single talisman?

The answer was undoubtedly no.

Putting aside whether or not he could make the talisman fly, even if he could, one drawn by his current skill level wouldn't suffice.

"Who on earth is the opponent?"

Contemplating, he concluded that reaching the level of breaking a formation with a single talisman surely indicated a considerable age.

Out of respect, he should pay this elderly master a visit without delay.

The president couldn't resist calling for his driver to head out immediately.

He hoped that upon his arrival, he would still have the chance to meet this esteemed senior.

In the meantime.

The Bagua Formation was shattered, and an explosion echoed seemingly out of thin air on the desk, causing the two candles to extinguish instantly.

Guang Deye's bronze bell in hand also broke upon impact.

He looked at the scattered fragments of copper on the ground and released his grip.

The bell's handle fell onto the carpet, and Guang Deye's face darkened. His grim eyes fixated intently on the chaotic desk.

Someone had actually managed to break his Whistling Wind and Crying Crane scheme.

An eerie silence blanketed the air.

The disciples lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

Guang Deye had actually failed again...

His reputation as a feng shui master had shaken Hong Kong, yet he had failed twice in just a year?

Last time it was at the construction site in Sai Kung, and now, this time.

Suddenly, one of Guang Deye's favored disciples hesitantly spoke, "M-Master, the aura of the array breaker... i-it seems very similar to that time in Saigon."

Guang Deye's eyes darkened as he fixated on his disciple, who, intimidated, took two steps back and leaned against the windowsill.

He averted his gaze and demanded, "Say it again."

"The aura of the one from Saigon...," the disciple stammered under the master's glare, quickly correcting himself, "The aura of the array breaker from Saigon and the one from Garden Estate, they're really alike."

Only then did Guang Deye's expression ease.

The garden district was enveloped by an array formation he had personally set up. Naturally, he could sense the aura of the person who broke it.

Prompted by his disciple's reminder,

he finally made a realization: "That's right... The auras are identical."

With both old grudges and new enmity weighing on him, Guang Deye couldn't help but sneer.

"A Shu!"

A young man in the middle stood up, his delicate face lowered as he said, "Master, I'm here."

Guang Deye sat cross-legged on his cushion, holding an empty bowl-like object in both hands. He instructed in a cold tone, "I'll meet them head-on. You take care of protecting the ritual with the junior disciples."

A Shu acknowledged, "Understood."

Closing his eyes, Guang Deye's soul detached from his body and drifted out the window, a sneer curling at the corners of his lips.

This time, he was going to find out exactly who they were dealing with.

Both the Eight Trigram Formation and the sounds of wind and startled cranes had been dispelled.

The matter was settled.

Chu Yuening walked out of the neighborhood with Wei Yanlin, chatting as they strolled along.

Suddenly,

She halted in her steps.

Wei Yanlin, carrying the chubby bundle, turned back in confusion. "Huh? Why aren't we moving?"

A fierce gale rose, causing the few remaining leaves on the large tree to swirl and fall noisily. Amidst the pitch-black night without a single light, an eerie silence settled, sending shivers down their spines.

Chu Yuening's litchi-shaped eyes revealed a chilly detachment.

Suddenly,

She spun around abruptly, reaching out to grab at thin air. A translucent human form gradually materialized.

Guang Deye had intended to launch a surprise attack, but to his surprise, he found himself being choked by someone. Even in his soul state, he felt discomfort. He struggled to see the face of the one who had disrupted his plan, but it was as if a veil obscured his view, preventing him from seeing clearly.

"You?" Chu Yuening held the figure with a faint hint of displeasure in her gaze.

"Was it you who set up that 'whispering winds and creaking branches'?"

Did he make her have to work outside so late at night?

Just this middle-aged, greasy man with two strands of hair on his head?

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"How... How could it be!"

Guang Deye's eyes widened in shock, completely unprepared for being detected so swiftly.

He wanted to escape.

Spirits had no weight; logically, he should be able to slip away from the grasp between the fingers.

The moment he moved, a searing pain tore through his neck.

Guang Deye's expression was filled with agony.

Despite not applying much force, it felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain weighing thousands of pounds, nearly causing his spirit to destabilize.

The girl's lychee-shaped eyes exuded a subtle coldness, her voice laced with nonchalance.

"Was it you who caused such commotion?"

In the past, Guang Deye would have proudly admitted it without hesitation.

After all, creating such an atmosphere of fear and tension was not within the capabilities of an ordinary feng shui master.

But Chu Yuening's words seemed to imply that his meticulously designed formation was nothing but trash.

Struggling to see her face clearly, he found himself unable to do so. In desperation, he resorted to using his life-saving technique to escape back.

As his soul returned to its rightful place.

Guang Deye's eyes snapped open, revealing crimson irises as he spat out a mouthful of blood with a splat.

"Master!"

His disciples cried out in unison, hastily rushing to support him. With great effort, Guang Deye forced his eyes open, tightly grabbing A Shu's hand while gritting his teeth, blood trickling down. "Quickly! Take me to my room for treatment!"