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Guan Yuanxiang dared not neglect this either.

Sure enough, as soon as she collected the money, she hurried over.

Chu Yuening helped Xiaozai up and examined his face. She stroked his head and said, "Don't worry, he's in good health. If he has an official destiny, it should be nurtured well."

"Yes," Guan Yuanxiang replied, overwhelmed with emotion. She bowed three times before leaving the shop.

Lu Qing, looking at the increasingly crowded store, also bowed respectfully. "Master, I won't disturb you any longer."

Seeing the young actress bow, those outside the shop couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Who would have thought that a famous actress, mentioned even by the Queen of England, would respectfully bow to a girl roughly her own age?

After Lu Qing left, the shop became empty once more. Chu Yuening finished her steamed buns but didn't stand up just yet.

Wei Yanlin chuckled and said, "Don't move, I'll go call them."

As he spoke, he walked to the entrance and waved. "Come, come, come. The first three fortune-tellers were you, right? Hurry up and come in..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an exasperated voice echoed.

"Well done, Sugar Water Girl! The incidents at the Saigon construction site and the previous Garden Estate that brought me backlash – they were all your doing, weren't they?"

"Today, I'm going to raze Chu Ji to the ground!"

Raze to the ground!

What an arrogant tone!

The neighbors were terrified, their gazes darting around until they found the source of the voice.

A middle-aged man with a few straggly hairs on his head was puffing and panting as he sat slumped in a wheelchair.

Neighborhood Folks: ...

Not at all. You can't even stand, yet you still want to cause trouble for Chu Ji's Fengshui Shop?

Are you being a bit naive?

Upon entering the kitchen, Wei Yanlin grabbed a broom and rushed out. Seeing the person sitting helplessly in a wheelchair, reliant on others, he could only laugh out of frustration.

"You, in your current state, want to level Temple Street?

He placed the broom on the ground, leaning against it. "Are you dreaming or am I?"

"Shut up!"

Guang Deye covered his chest, panting with a dark expression. "I don't speak with those of lower Dao rank. Call that cursed girl out!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything.

The moment he spoke, Guang Deye trembled with anger from head to toe.

A series of retaliatory incidents left his body unrested.

The blow from Chu Yuening of the Qi family, when she severed the Soul Shackles, had drained him so much that he lacked the strength to even stand, spewing out a pool of blood.

If not for the Qi family's informants,

he would never have imagined that it was this insignificant girl on the show, whom he had completely disregarded, who had dismantled the array he had poured his life's work into at the Saigon construction site.

Recalling how she had choked him in the garden community,

Guang Deye became even more furious.

That moment was undeniably the most humiliating one in his entire life!

Once he regained his strength, Chu Yuening would surely die!

"You lowlife, did you forget to wipe your mouth after talking trash? So filthy and messy!" Wei Yanlin picked up a broom and took a step forward.

The young man pushing the wheelchair stepped forward. His neat Zhongshan suit covered his neck tightly as he looked coldly at Wei Yanlin. "You were in the wrong first. It's best not to act recklessly."

At this moment.

A light, yet mocking voice echoed from the feng shui shop.

"How is it, Master Guang, that you're just realizing this now?"

A Shu's gaze shifted to see the girl from the television show emerging, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.

Indeed, it was her...

He had sensed a familiar aura from Chu Yuening during the recording of the show.

Standing on the steps, Chu Yuening looked down at Guang Deye, who was seated in his wheelchair, her eyes widening in surprise. "No way? Just because I cut off the Qi family's Soul Shackles, you've suffered such a backlash?"

She had long since deduced that the sacrificial array for the continuation of the Qi family's fortune was Guang Deye's doing.

She smiled faintly, a hint of coldness tinting her fair complexion. "Next time you attempt something wicked, I'll ensure you spend your next life paralyzed in bed."

Guang Deye had initially planned to bide his time and seek revenge later.

Despite Chu Yuening's relentless dismantling of the formations, one after another, others would usually need half a year to recover from such an exertion. Yet, Chu Yuening seemed tireless, leaving no room for him to catch his breath.

Since there was no chance to rest, neither side would let the other off!

With a cold smile, Guang Deye looked at Chu Yuening. "Young friend, one should show mercy when possible. Since you insist on spoiling my plans repeatedly, I'll teach you respect for the elderly according to the rules of the Profound Sect."

"A Shu! Summon the Law Sword!"

Obediently, A Shu drew a sharp blade from his apprentice's scabbard. The sword was adorned with trigrams, and its presence caused those around them to collectively step back in fear.

"This disciple of mine has inherited my true teachings. If you can withstand a single strike from my sword, I will voluntarily withdraw from Hong Kong's turf in the future."

Wei Yanlin first glanced at Chu Yuening. Seeing that she didn't respond, he quickly turned and entered the feng shui shop. After searching for a while, he emerged with a peach wood sword and a statue of Guan Gong, his face filled with distress.

"Heavens, Ning Ning didn't buy a Law Sword! All I can do is invoke the protection of Lord Guan Gong!"

Chu Yuening took the peach wood sword, a short yet sturdy weapon compared to the titanium steel blade she faced. The difference in strength was clear at a glance.

Wei Yanlin whispered, "Ning Ning, be careful with Guang Deye's sword. It's a family heirloom and incredibly powerful."

In Taoism, every sect has its own treasured artifacts, passed down through generations.

Wei Yanlin, who enjoyed studying the catalogs of magical weapons left by his master, was well aware of the power of Guang Deye's enchanted sword.

A deep sense of worry stirred within him.

Ning Ning's sword, on the other hand, was merely a piece of thunder-struck wood found on a mountain.

Would it hold up?

Chu Yuening took the peach wood sword.

Lowering his gaze, A Shu tilted the magical sword in his hand and said, "I yield."

As A Shu raised his sword to strike down the signboard of Chu Ji's Fengshui Shop, just as the neighbors closed their eyes in fear, a swift gust of wind swept through.