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Chu Yuening brandished the peachwood sword and swung it down at the steel blade with precision.

A resonant buzz echoed, followed by a deafening silence.

Everyone held their breaths, then opened their eyes to witness the astonishing scene: not only had the peachwood sword remained uncracked, but the steel blade had been cleaved in two.

Granny Ding clutched her chest, gasping for air while gripping her friend's hand tightly. "Terrible, so terrifying!"

With a clatter, the fragmented sword hit the ground.

Guang Deye stared in disbelief as his family's heirloom, now nothing more than a broken piece of scrap metal, lay on the floor. Enraged, he bellowed, "Impudent brat!"

His emotions overwhelmed him, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chu Yuening retracted her peachwood sword, her brow furrowing in displeasure. "You were the one who wanted a swift end to this. How tedious."

With a twist of her wrist, she returned the sword to its place within the shop.

Only A Shu, frozen in place, lifted his head slowly to look at the Chu Ji Fengshui Shop.

His right hand, which held the magic sword, was still numb from the impact.

What exactly... had gone wrong? They were practically the same age.

After an unknown amount of time, Guang Deye left.

Incense smoke filled the air inside the shop as Wei Yanlin bent down to place the box of sandalwood incense on the windowsill. He flicked his wrist, extinguishing the burning incense stick.

"Ah? Where did this sandalwood incense come from?" Chu Yuening sat down at the fortune-telling table, blinking. She didn't recall purchasing any.

"I bought it," replied Wei Yanlin, standing by her side. Seeing that Chu Yuening was about to pour water, he quickly filled the teacup with hot water and covered it with the lid.

Chu Yuening reached for the teacup.

Wei Yanlin swiftly took it instead.

Confused, Chu Yuening asked, "Are you running a fever today? Should I give you the day off so you can see a doctor?"

Wei Yanlin couldn't contain his excitement any longer; his voice cracked with enthusiasm. "Ning Ning, you were incredible just now! No one else in Hong Kong could have severed a magic sword with a peach wood sword like that!"

"Could you make me one too? I want to roam the world with a peach wood sword—it's so cool!"

Chu Yuening rubbed her nose.

So this kid was simply awestruck.

Finally, she agreed. "When you have time, go find some lightning-struck wood in the mountains, and I'll make one for you."

Satisfied, Wei Yanlin energetically shook his red hair, which stood up as if struck by lightning, and entered the dessert room.

Chu Yuening narrowed her eyes slightly, gazing at the red strands. Under the sunlight, they resembled the vibrant crest of a rooster.

She poured tea into a cup with deliberation, then turned to the long-awaited queue of fortune-seekers at the door. Smiling, she said, "Let's begin the readings."

The first to enter was a plump young man who walked with his head down, seemingly quite self-conscious.

Chu Yuening spoke, "A reading costs a thousand. If you're agreeable to the price, please provide your birthdate and time."

Du An lifted his head.

Only then did Chu Yuening clearly see Du An's appearance – there was a large mole on his chin. Due to the roundness of his face, it seemed to be spreading outwards on both sides.

Noticing the master's gaze, Du An smiled apologetically, "Master, I'm fine with it. Do I need to pay now?"

As he spoke, he took out cash from his pocket and placed it on the table, then recited his birthdate and time.

Chu Yuening glanced at Du An's mole first, "I'll start by predicting your past and future. If it's accurate, you can ask about anything else."

Du An acknowledged her.

Chu Yuening continued, "From the perspective of physiognomy, a mole on your chin symbolizes wealth and prosperity; you will never lack money in your life. Looking at your house and property sector, your ancestors have accumulated substantial wealth, indicating that you own land and houses. Your family background is excellent, and your father is likely involved in business, specifically in the aviation industry, right?"

Du An was surprised and nodded repeatedly, "You got everything right."

"Based on your horoscope, you should have worn mourning clothes when you were sixteen."

"Wearing mourning clothes? What does that mean?" Du An didn't fully understand and looked a bit lost with his chubby face.

"Wearing mourning clothes means that you have a family member who has passed away, and you need to honor them in this way."

As Chu Yuening finished speaking, Du An grew excited. "Yes, my grandfather did pass away when I was sixteen. As expected, the rumors outside are true—there's no fortune teller on Temple Street who can't predict accurately."

"The eight characters in your birth chart are excellent; you're not lacking in wealth or prosperity, but your romantic life is a bit lacking."

Du An also hung his head disheartenedly. "That's right, I've never been successful in relationships. It's mainly because of this mole on my chin. During my school days, I had many crushes, but all of my attempts to confess failed due to this mole."

An elderly neighbor at the entrance had also noticed Du An's mole.

"That's a good mole, it signifies a life of great wealth and prosperity. How does it relate to your relationships?"

"Yes, with all that money, how could you possibly not find a girlfriend?"

"Not many people know this, but it really is because of the mole," Du An reminisced.

"Counting back, I had a crush on three girls. The first girl, I didn't know the impact of the mole then, so I asked her out to confess my feelings."

"But she said that I'm a nice guy, it's just a pity about the mole. If she were to kiss me, would she be kissing my lips or my mole?"

"When I reached university, I had another girl I secretly liked. After much hesitation, I decided to confess my feelings. After all, life only happens once, and I couldn't let the opportunity slip by."

"I picked a perfect day. To gather courage, I invited many good friends to the rooftop. The TV said there would be a meteor shower at midnight, and I wanted to make a wish, asking the divine to grant my desire, hoping it might increase the chances of my confession succeeding."

"Yet, it still failed."

Du An's shoulders slumped in disappointment as he spoke.

The neighbors asked, "What was the reason for the failure this time? Another mole?"

Du An shook his head. "Yes, but not really."

"I think it was because there wasn't a meteor shower," Du An said, shaking his head again.