Page 441

"Hello, dear viewers, and welcome to the latest episode of Esoteric Secrets Unveiled. I'm your host, Yu Jiqing."

"In our last episode, we examined the credibility of destiny, particularly Master Chu Da's remarkable trilogy of divinations. I've heard that many citizens have visited Chu Ji's Feng Shui Shop. Have you all gained valuable insights?"

Pausing dramatically, Yu Jiqing added a touch of intrigue.

"Well then, after witnessing the wonders of fortune-telling, let's delve into Feng Shui and the Eight Trigrams. In the realm of Feng Shui, a favorable environment is akin to a supportive force for people. If a family possesses good Feng Shui, not only can it prosper future generations but also aid the family in attaining official ranks and wealth."

"Conversely, bad Feng Shui can lead to misfortune, from minor health issues to catastrophic loss of home and life."

"Is the concept of Feng Shui genuine? This episode of Esoteric Secrets Unveiled will reveal the truth. Stay tuned as we uncover the most enigmatic aspects of esoteric studies."

With a gesture, Yu Jiqing signaled the camera operator to pan to the Wanglong Plaza. The old residential building and desolate square were captured, with empty shops displaying rent signs. As a gust of wind blew, white plastic bags littered the air.

Just across the street, the bustling commercial building was a stark contrast, filled with prosperity and noise. The commercial plaza and residences here seemed lifeless, even during the day, evoking an inexplicable chill.

Yu Jiqing suffers from sinusitis, and as another gust of wind stirs up dust, he can't help but sneeze. Holding the microphone, he rubs his nose with the other hand. Raising his head, he regains his professional demeanor as a host, looking into the camera with a smile.

"Indeed, the location we're exploring today in terms of feng shui is none other than the Wanglong Tower. Friends from Hong Kong must have heard plenty of eerie tales about it."

"It's rumored that the tower is haunted by malevolent spirits, with residents often encountering these 'unwelcome guests.' There are countless stories, like the little girl in a red dress bouncing a ball at the staircase corner, or the headless ghost lurking in the toilet..."

The camera shifts to focus on the residential building adjacent to the square.

"The most notorious tale revolves around Unit A on the fifth floor. It used to be a popular mahjong parlor in Kowloon Bay, frequented by patrons for friendly games. The proprietress was very hospitable and made many friends, unfortunately, her luck ran out when a fire broke out."

"The fire claimed the lives of the proprietress and ten customers. Since then, the mahjong parlor has been abandoned. However, according to residents of Unit A, they sometimes hear the sounds of mahjong games late at night, along with the proprietress's cries of pain."

"There are numerous such eerie accounts associated with the Wanglong Tower. Some have even suggested that the building's problems stem from feng shui issues. What is the truth behind these strange occurrences?"

"Today, we've invited four experts to the scene to delve deeper into this enigma."

The camera pans back to the entrance.

It's a flower bed, lined with trees that effectively conceal the arriving guests.

First to make their entrance were the grandmasters Mu Rongshan and Zhang Shikai, both flanked by a multitude of disciples.

The grandmasters' entourage was nothing short of majestic. Two rows of disciples led the way, with two dedicated apprentices holding aloft their master's magical swords.

Chu Yuening followed behind, dressed in a brown linen dress and her hair elegantly tied up with an antique wooden hairpin, a few stray locks framing her fair cheeks.

Noticing that the other grandmasters had their swords carried by their disciples, Wei Yanlin couldn't let Ning Ning be left behind in terms of prestige.

He glanced around, coughed softly, then extended his hands from the wide sleeves of his robe to hold the peach wood sword inscribed with Chu Ji's confectionary symbol. He followed with a composed expression.

This gesture provoked quite a bit of laughter from the disciples.

"What's going on here? If we carry swords, why does Wei Yanlin also carry one?"

"We carry swords because our masters' magical swords are heirlooms. Does that mean this peach wood sword is also an heirloom?"

"Peach wood swords are the least useful among magical swords."

Wei Yanlin, holding the peach wood sword aloft, shot back sarcastically, "Useless? No, you're the ones who are useless. You have no idea how powerful Master Chu Da is with this very peach wood sword."

"A demon, indeed. Blowing your own trumpet seems to be your specialty," a disciple scoffed. "Even as Master Zeng's last disciple, aren't you just a fake, a good-for-nothing?"

Zeng Lianquan was one of Hong Kong's most renowned feng shui masters. He was also Wei Yanlin's master, with a reputation that surpassed Mu Rongshan and Zhang Shikai. Unfortunately, he wasn't fond of taking disciples, often saying that it was a matter of fate.

In his entire life, Zeng Lianquan had only taken Wei Yanlin as his disciple. He had high hopes for Wei Yanlin but tragically passed away before he could impart all his knowledge.

The casual smile on Wei Yanlin's face gradually faded.

"Maste r Zhang, I have truly broadened my horizons today," Mu Rongshan glanced at the peach wood sword with disdain, mocking, "It's quite laughable to see someone carrying a peach wood sword onto the stage like a precious treasure."

Zhang Shikai chuckled in response, "Master Mu, magical artifacts know no price tags. Perhaps our young friend Chu is still financially constrained and can't afford a proper magic sword just yet."

"Can't afford it?" Mu Rongshan folded his arms, looking at Chu Yuening with a hint of sarcasm, "A fortune-telling session costs ten thousand per reading last time, more than enough to buy a magic sword. How can you not afford it? If you'd like, I could sponsor you?"

Chu Yuening replied with a faint smile, "There's no need for your concern in this matter. If Master Mu has spare time to meddle in other people's affairs, perhaps you should focus on improving your cultivation instead."

Having been outdone in divination and ridiculed, Mu Rongshan couldn't save face. He said awkwardly, "Sharp tongue, you have."

Right at this moment.

The last grandmaster finally made an appearance.

Guang Deye was carried in on a stretcher.