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Yu Jiqing was utterly astonished, rushing forward with the microphone as the camera focused on the pale Guang Deye lying on the stretcher.

Scanning him from head to toe, Yu Jiqing exclaimed in surprise, "Grandmaster Guang, why do you look so haggard?"

Guang Deye shot a resentful glance at Chu Yuening, who wore a faint smile. If not for her, he wouldn't have been weakened to the point of lacking the strength to sit up, all due to the backlash from his failed black magic.

However, he couldn't divulge such matters on camera.

Suppressing his resentment, Guang Deye weakly smiled into the camera and said, "It's nothing serious, just some old ailments."

"Old ailments?" Chu Yuening's smile was enigmatic as she cast a glance at him. "You were the one who meddled in the Fang family's affairs, weren't you? You got hit by the backlash from attempting dark magic."

Guang Deye was about to refute when he heard another casual remark.

"You deserved it."

Guang Deye's expression instantly darkened.

He could only wait for the camera to move away. Giving a subtle signal, he was helped up by A Shu, who was standing nearby.

Fixing his gaze on Chu Yuening, he recalled how his inherited magic sword had been cut in half by an ordinary and inferior peach wood sword, filling him with rage and causing his blood to boil.

Incompetent, too incompetent!

Regardless of how he wanted to compete with Chu Yuening, he was merely a fish on a chopping board, at her mercy.

"Little Friend Chu," Guang Deye covered his chest, concealing his pained expression as he struggled to force a pleasing smile, "In the past, I failed to recognize your greatness. In the feng shui world, it's always the same people coming and going. The Profound Sect has declined, its arts have withered. In the end, we're all part of the same family, so why must we fight so fiercely?"

Chu Yuening looked at him but didn't seem particularly interested in engaging in conversation.

"I was in the wrong regarding the Fang family matter, for not investigating beforehand if they had offended you," Guang Deye chuckled awkwardly. "I'll likely need a year or two in bed to recover, which can be seen as karma."

"How about we call a truce and shake hands? Little Friend, please don't make things difficult for me anymore, and I swear I won't cause any more trouble for you."

Looking at Guang Deye's outstretched hand, Chu Yuening raised her delicate eyebrows slightly. "A truce and handshake?"

"Yes," Guang Deye replied with a strained smile, adding deliberately, "If Little Friend is willing, we can discuss the terms."

For humans, desires were inevitable.

Indeed, there were few people in this world who disliked money.

Guang Deye's face was filled with determination; his body could no longer bear the strain. He had long forgotten how many malevolent formations he had set up in Hong Kong. It seemed effortless for Chu Yuening to dismantle them, as easy as popping a candy into her mouth.

Guang Deye was genuinely terrified, fearing that he might suddenly breathe his last in bed one day.

"Price?"

A chill crept into Chu Yuening's clear eyes. "Since ancient times, good and evil have never coexisted peacefully. You should be grateful that Hong Kong has no laws to hold you accountable. Otherwise, you would have been behind bars a long time ago."

"So," she smiled, "I suggest you don't let your spirit leave your body a second time."

With that, she didn't spare Guang Deye another glance and proceeded forward.

Guang Deye clutched his chest, his face turning pale.

That moment in the garden complex when Chu Yuening had choked him by the neck was the most terrifying experience he had ever had. The scorching pain of his soul being burned felt as though she could snap his neck at any moment, dispersing his spirit with just a thought.

Seeing Chu Yuening was like a mouse encountering a cat for him.

In the future, while they were both in Hong Kong, how could he ever dare to cross paths with Chu Yuening again?

No, he couldn't continue like this.

If he couldn't compete with Chu Yuening, let others do it!

"A Shu."

With a stern gaze, A Shu kept his eyes fixed on Chu Yuening's retreating figure as he bowed his head slightly, "Master."

Guang Deye held back the blood in his mouth, forcing it down with great difficulty. Gripping the stretcher tightly, he said, "You... You must surpass her for me."

"Yes."

A Shu concealed the cold glint in his eyes.

The group started walking towards the square in front of the Wong Lung Building.

Looking at the dark aura above the building, Chu Yuening furrowed her brows.

Wei Yanlin also sensed something amiss. Scratching his arm, he whispered, "Ning Ning, the yin energy here is very dense."

Chu Yuening surveyed the area and pointed to the residential buildings in front and behind. "Look, what does it remind you of?"

Wei Yanlin studied them for a while. Finally, he turned around and viewed it from another angle, breaking into a cold sweat. "Why does it seem like we're burning incense?"

The six pillars were lined up in unison, making the square resemble a bowl, with the pillars resembling incense sticks inserted into it.

"Indeed, it's like burning incense," Chu Yuening softly stepped on the ground. "There's even an array beneath."

As she spoke, she took out a talisman and passed it to him. "This Yang Gathering Talisman can protect you from harm caused by yin energy. Be careful."

"Alright." Wei Yanlin received the talisman and carefully kept it close to his body. The oppressive sensation from the yin energy immediately vanished.

He happily patted the spot where he had placed the talisman. "I'm truly blessed to have met you. A talisman of your caliber would easily cost tens of thousands per piece."

In front, Yu Jiqing and the film crew halted. He grabbed the microphone and turned around. Another elderly man, well into his sixties, had arrived on the scene. He was thin as a rail, dressed in a white old man's shirt. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he walked with a shuffle.

"To let everyone know what has happened at the Wanglong Building, I've specially invited a long-time resident, Uncle Li. You can explain to us why the Wanglong Building has become so desolate?"

The microphone was handed to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li sighed. "Actually, Wanhong Mansion wasn't desolate back then. After the building was completed, all the units were sold out, and a mall opened up. Many people would come to visit; it was bustling with activity."

"It's the bizarre incidents that occurred later on that gradually made Wanhong Mansion deserted."

"Normally, no one dares to get close to the mansion. You folks really have guts. Eight people die in Wanhong Mansion every year, and there are still five more to go this year. If you hadn't said you could help resolve the issue, I wouldn't have allowed you near it."