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Chu Yuening gazed at the leader of the Yin soldiers and spoke calmly, "Go back and tell your men that the entrance to Wanglong Building is closed. You'll have to find another way."

The general, holding his spear, sensed Chu Yuening's imposing power as a Celestial Master and nodded. He then led the other Yin generals, dissipating into mist.

In an instant, the Yin energy surrounding Wanglong Building vanished completely.

The Yin winds ceased.

The wails of the myriad ghosts fell silent.

Everyone felt the oppressive weight on their shoulders lift, and witnessing this scene, they couldn't help but shiver.

Someone who could seal the Ghost Gate with bare hands and command spirits was truly terrifying.

Recalling his previous attempt to make things difficult for Chu Yuening, Mu Rongshan broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Shikai wasn't in a better state. During the show's divination session, he, like the other two masters, had been envious of Chu Yuening's innate talent.

All of us are from the Profound Sect, yet Chu Yuening's talent is heaven-defying.

Hasn't Mu Rongshan and I both endured years of hardship to reach our current status?

"I can't compare," Zhang Shikai realized. "Brother Mu, in terms of temperament alone, we fall far behind her."

The two masters renowned in Hong Kong, in front of the cameras, apologized to Chu Yuening with flushed faces.

"Master Chu, we were previously too foolish and impudent. Please forgive us."

Chu Yuening's gaze fell on the two of them.

Mu Rongshan's old face was flushed red with embarrassment, his usual arrogant demeanor significantly diminished.

Zhang Shikai also seemed to have had an epiphany.

Judging from their expressions, they hadn't done anything overly excessive.

"This won't happen again. If you stray onto the wrong path in the future."

Chu Yuening paused in her speech, then chuckled. "I'll personally see to it that you all face justice."

"No, never," Mu Rongshan vowed. "We won't stray down the wrong path again."

They had always relied on their modest martial arts skills to portray themselves as righteous figures, earning the respect of their neighbors.

But engaging in dark arts and harming others with their own hands was a line they refused to cross.

The matter wasn't over yet.

After resolving the calamity that threatened the residents of the Wanglong Building, Chu Yuening returned to the square.

The dirt hole remained unfilled, with construction workers still shoveling earth onto the coffin.

Many people stood around, their eyes reddened as they watched the coffin.

Finally, Ah Wen's mother couldn't hold back her tears as she asked, "Master, can you tell us? Do the spirits trapped by the Ghost Suppression Bureau never get to reincarnate?"

It turned out that the onlookers, gathered around the coffin, were all the families of the workers who had been victims back then.

To remain close to their families, they all resided within the Prosperous Dragon Skyscraper.

They had always believed that the eerie occurrences in the building were truly connected to their loved ones, causing them endless heartache.

If not for the sudden, unexpected deaths, they wouldn't have ended up buried here.

With the peach wood sword in hand, Chu Yuening calculated with her fingers and naturally discerned the developer's malicious intentions.

How innocent were those workers who had been suppressed here for four decades without being able to reincarnate?

They hadn't committed any harmful deeds; even if the Ghost Suppression Bureau was still one-tenth short, they were still being oppressed and prevented from reincarnating.

Chu Yuening despised greed.

It was clear that the Prosperous Dragon Skyscraper's incidents had nothing to do with the workers' deaths, yet they allowed the deceased to suffer, all for the sake of a laughable stroke of good fortune, dragging so many innocent souls into their misfortune.

"Reincarnation? Of course, they can."

Innocent ghosts would never become malevolent spirits in her eyes.

Chu Yuening pierced her middle finger, held the peach wood sword in her left hand, and wiped her blood onto it with her right index finger. A gentle warmth continually flowed from the wooden sword.

She watched as the once-dark peach wood sword shimmered with a golden glow, and she smiled.

"You think so too, don't you?"

As she finished speaking, she lifted the sword and swung it.

With a simultaneous explosion, all eight coffins in the earth pit burst open. As dirt flew into the air, the coffins split in half.

The Ghost Suppression Bureau had been shattered.

Countless malevolent spirits surged up from beneath the ground. Everyone present witnessed an astonishing sight: Chu Yuening held the peach wood sword behind her back with her left hand, while her right index and middle fingers were pressed against her forehead, her eyes closed as she performed a ritual to guide the spirits.

The malevolent spirits gradually transformed into tiny specks of golden light, and a portal of light opened in mid-air. The golden radiance converged into a silver pouch, which finally merged into the light gate.

The families of the buried workers knelt, praying to the heavens for their loved ones to have a smooth reincarnation.

On the other side.

As a Rolls Royce approached Wah Lung Building on Caine Road, it accelerated rapidly.

In the backseat, Choi Sin made a call in a state of urgency, " Summon the bodyguards immediately to Wah Lung Building. Under no circumstances are they to touch my feng shui again!"

With the swing of the peach wood sword in the distance.

The moment Choi Sin finished his sentence, the car suddenly lost control and lunged towards a small van head-on. Just as they were about to collide, the driver slammed on the brakes.

The moment they stopped, a steel pipe seemingly came out of nowhere, its sharp end piercing through the metal and Choi Sin's skull horizontally. Blood started trickling down from behind his ears. Choi Sin's grip loosened, and his mobile phone tumbled away. He died with his eyes wide open, staring straight ahead.

The sudden accident quickly led to the road being blocked.

When the police arrived at the scene and saw Choi Sin's gruesome state, they listened to the driver's account and shook their heads, sighing, "Doing too many wicked deeds usually catches up with you. If the King of Hell has decided for you to die at midnight, you won't make it past dawn."

By braking, he had avoided one calamity.

But there was still another.

Night gradually descended.

Yu Jiqing was at the Wanglong Building, finalizing the script for his recording session.

With the arrival of a vehicle,

A middle-aged man in a green Taoist robe stepped out, his head full of white hair yet radiating vitality. After alighting, he meticulously scanned the scene before finally approaching Chu Yuening, who was resting on a flower bed. He glanced around, then solemnly adjusted his robes and bowed respectfully.