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Whenever he thought of his parents or grandparents, Ren would secretly sneak out of the orphanage with Shi Pingzhi in the middle of the night. They'd spend the night sleeping back-to-back in the cemetery, then return to the orphanage the following day.

The atmosphere among the three of them became solemn.

Chu Yuening exchanged a glance with Zhou Fengxu before asking, "Ren, do you still want to see your parents?"

Shi Boren froze, looking up in disbelief. "Is that possible?"

He was only eight years old when his parents were murdered. How much could an eight-year-old possibly remember?

Their true images had long faded into a vague shadow in his heart.

Chu Yuening pressed her index and middle fingers against her forehead, whispering an incantation.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the graveyard.

Her skirt billowed in the gust, while fallen leaves twirled and danced in the night sky, producing a soft rustling sound.

Opening her eyes, she placed both hands on Shi Boren's forehead.

Shi Boren froze. "Just... like that?"

Unbeknownst to him, the cemetery had, at some point, been filled with ethereal figures within his line of sight.

Chu Yuening smiled faintly and released her hand. "You have four hours. Look behind you."

Shi Boren turned back, trembling, and immediately saw four familiar spirits standing behind four gravestones.

Young couples embraced each other, while elderly grandparents waved at him.

"Ren, come here quickly," they called out.

Through teary eyes, Shi Boren walked towards them.

Four hours later, the four figures transformed into a golden glow that illuminated the sky.

A fierce gust of wind blew.

As Shi Boren gazed at the golden light in the night sky, his once-empty heart was replenished by the sight of his parents once more.

He gazed at the starry night for an eternity, not turning his gaze away until the last shimmer of golden light had faded. Only then did he look towards the girl beside him.

"Senior Sister Ling, from now on, whether it's scaling a mountain of blades or descending into a sea of fire, you have the final say."

Deep into the night.

Wong Tai Sin, Guang's Fengshui Consultancy.

A young man, dressed in a sleek black suit, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the street lamps below.

There was a knock on the office door.

The young man turned, his expression icy yet handsome. "Enter."

"Senior Brother A Shu," both figures at the door were clad in Taoist robes. Their expressions were fraught with difficulty as they nudged each other forward, eventually entering together.

"Today, I still haven't found a pregnant woman with the All-Yin Constitution."

"A pure Yin life pattern is highly esteemed," interjected the other stout man hastily. "Senior Brother A Shu, how about considering pregnant women with other life patterns instead?"

As he spoke, the fatty cautiously inquired, "Senior Brother Ah Shu, what exactly do you need those nine pregnant women for? Weren't you... weren't you already looking for one before?"

Ah Shu walked over to the desk and sat down. He picked up the seal on the table and toyed with it nonchalantly. "Why, is it difficult for you to find nine pregnant women with Yin life destinies?"

Both apprentices were somewhat astonished that their senior brother dared to sit in their master's seat.

After all, the master had decreed that no one was allowed to touch anything that belonged to him.

The thinner one attempted to remind them, but was bumped by the fatty.

"Senior Brother," the fatty grinned, "Hong Kong isn't that big. Women born on Yin years, Yin months, and Yin days are already rare, let alone pregnant ones. You're asking for nine at the same time; it's really challenging."

"Challenging?" Ah Shu sneered and crushed the seal with his bare hands. "If you can't find them, your troubles will only escalate."

The disciples of the Cantonese Feng Shui Company dabbled in dark arts, and they all had secrets in Ah Shu's hands. Should they defy his orders, they wouldn't survive in society.

The two of them, despite their fear, could only retreat when they noticed that Ah Shu's mystical powers had somehow replenished.

Once they left the room.

A Shu rose and opened his office cabinet made of redwood, revealing a glass jar inside that contained a pale, fleshy infant with its umbilical cord still intact.

Staring at the jar, he felt the abundant magical power within, and his gaze grew increasingly cold.

The cabinet door clicked shut.

After a long moment, A Shu's detached voice echoed in the room.

"Hong Kong shall harbor but one Sky Master."

And he was destined to be that one.

Any surplus could simply be eliminated.

Chapter 156

Sunday.

As dawn broke, a veil of mist seemed to envelop the mountains, while the chirping of birds in the forest gradually awakened the previously silent mountain range.

Down the mountain road, a steady stream of luxury cars descended, from Rolls Royces to Lincolns and Maybachs – an endless display. These were all residents of grand mansions, mostly prominent figures in Hong Kong's business circle, already busy with various business affairs early in the morning.

After a bustling uproar, as the mist gradually dissipated, the mountain returned to its tranquil state.

Chu Yuening also awoke with the sunlight streaming through her window. After freshening up, she walked over to the adjacent room and pushed the door open.

The bedroom curtains remained drawn, casting a dim light. On the large bed, the pink floral silk comforter was neatly folded. A pair of slippers adorned with a small Doraemon cartoon character were tidily placed by the bedside.

But Chu Yi was nowhere to be seen.

Peering around, Chu Yuening blinked. "Where is she?"

She vaguely recalled Chu Yi studying at the dining table in the living room when they returned from the arcade last night, mentioning that she would sleep in today.

Chu Yuening didn't search further and headed downstairs.

Along the way, several servants greeted her, and she responded with a smile to each one.

The Qiao family had hired quite a number of servants. As someone who wasn't fond of crowds, Chu Yuening kept four of them on staff and gave the rest a month's salary as severance pay.

The auntie in charge of the kitchen swiftly placed a bowl of noodles on the table with a warm smile. "Miss, time for breakfast."

"Thank you." Chu Yuening's eyes curved into a smile, her little face radiating joy as the savory noodles erased all traces of her nighttime fatigue.

Observing the young miss enjoying her breakfast, the auntie felt a nervous excitement. It was not easy to be chosen by Madam Qiao to work for Miss Chu; not only were there few tasks, but the pay was also generous.