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The year I was born, my grandfather made a crucial decision: to retire from the world

of feng shui. After this news spread, our once quiet courtyard suddenly became bustling with activity. Every day, our door was teeming with visitors, a constant stream of people. These visitors were all figures from the northern feng shui community, all coming for the same reason: to persuade my grandfather to abandon his decision.

But no matter how they tried to persuade him, my grandfather always said the same thing: "It's settled."

Some were disappointed, sighing and shaking their heads as they left.

Others were furious, pointing at my grandfather and cursing him, even smashing our table as they left.

Some went even further, insisting that my grandfather perform one more divination before retiring, threatening to stay until they could.

My second uncle, young and hot-blooded, was enraged by their disrespectful behavior. He went back inside, grabbed his Seven-Star Sword, and roared at them, "Anyone who dares to pressure my father, I'll fucking kill them!"

A tiger's roar echoed through the forest, and everyone fell silent.

Grandpa slowly finished his cigarette, stubbed it out, stood up, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Seeing the old man leave, everyone exchanged glances. They looked at my second uncle, who exuded a murderous aura, silently stood up, and slunk away.

My father, as Grandpa's eldest son, personally escorted them to the edge of the village. Just

before getting into the car, one of the men turned and pointed at my father's nose, saying viciously, "Junyu, go back and tell Fourth Uncle that what he did was unjust! The Wu family owes us, and you'll have to pay it back sooner or later!"

My father met the man's gaze and calmly said, "Okay, I'll have my brother tell Dad."

Upon hearing this, the man didn't say another word and quickly got into the car and drove away.

After that, no one came again.

My father later told me that Grandpa had offended the entire martial arts world for my sake.

This story has to start from the beginning.

Although our Wu family wasn't a prominent family of metaphysicians, our ancestors for thirteen generations, starting with my grandfather, were all feng shui masters. However, due to certain special reasons, our family's surname kept changing. For example, our family genealogy states that during the Song Dynasty, our surname was Murong, and during the Ming Dynasty, it became Mu. After more than two hundred years of using the surname Mu, we changed it to Wu during the Qing Dynasty.

My grandfather, Wu Niansheng, was the fourteenth generation descendant of the Wu family. Forty years ago, he was the most famous fortune teller in the land, known as the "Plum Blossom Master, Fourth Master Wu." Because he was proficient in Plum Blossom Divination and his predictions were always accurate, not only ordinary people sought his services, but many Feng Shui masters would also secretly travel to Nanhe Town in Cangzhou to have my grandfather interpret their divinations when they encountered difficulties.

Because of this, my grandfather's status in the Feng Shui circle was quite interesting; although not widely known, no master dared to underestimate him. Everyone who met my grandfather, regardless of age or status, had to respectfully address him as "Fourth Uncle." My

grandfather began his career at sixteen and retired at fifty-six. In those forty years, he performed divinations 3,299 times, and not a single one was inaccurate (ineffective, failed to respond, or failed to prove its validity). My grandfather was a legend; in his time, he was a god among feng shui masters.

For a feng shui master, fifty-six isn't the age to retire, but my grandfather did all this truly for me. He said a person can only perform a limited number of divinations in their lifetime. He could perform 3,300 divinations in his lifetime, and after that, he couldn't touch them anymore.

He wanted to leave this one divination to me, to his only grandson.

So, after I was born, he decisively withdrew from the practice.

My grandfather had two sons. My father was the eldest, named Wu Junyu, and my second uncle was named Wu Junhuai, taken from Chapter 70 of the Tao Te Ching: "Those who understand me are few, therefore I am precious; a gentleman wears coarse clothes but carries jade within." My name is Wu Zheng, also given to me by my grandfather. He said "Zheng" means lofty and outstanding, otherworldly and refined, that this child has a unique destiny, a connection to the celestial realm, and follows the Tao, acting according to fate and not contending with the world. So, let's call him Wu Zheng.

That's how my name came about.

After retiring from the practice, my grandfather poured most of his attention into me. When I was little, I was frail and sickly, often getting fevers and diarrhea. My parents frequently took me to the hospital in the middle of the night. After I was weaned, my grandfather took me to the old house and cared for me personally.

Strangely enough, ever since I lived with my grandfather, I've never been sick again.

My childhood was different from other children's. I didn't like talking to people and always preferred to be alone in peace and quiet. When I wasn't in school, I would spend most of my time climbing onto the roof, silently watching the white clouds or stars, completely absorbed, sitting there for four or five hours at a time.

My mother was worried I would fall and mentioned this to my grandfather several times.

My grandfather didn't take it seriously, telling my mother, "This child is intelligent; you don't understand. Don't worry about it."

My mother was still concerned and went to my father, strongly demanding that I be taken back from my grandfather's side so she could raise me herself.

My father also had this idea and mustered up the courage to talk to my grandfather several times, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. There was no way around it. Even though he was sensible from a young age and never dared to disobey his grandfather, even my second uncle, with his stubborn temper, wouldn't dare utter a sound in front of him.

This was the Wu family tradition: a son had less dignity than a grandson in front of his father.

Day after day, year after year, I slowly grew up.

When I was eleven, my grandfather was sixty-seven. After the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, he began teaching me the Wu family's feng shui and numerology. I learned feng shui first, and I learned it very quickly. Things that my father and second uncle hadn't understood in over twenty years, I mastered in about six months. After that, my grandfather taught me divination, talismans, internal energy cultivation, and martial arts.

The amount of learning increased, and every day was hard work. I went to school while simultaneously studying our Wu family's secret arts; those days were incredibly fulfilling.

Three years later, I was fourteen and in junior high school, and my grandfather was seventy.

After his seventieth birthday, my grandfather's health suddenly deteriorated. He vomited blood for several days and soon passed away.

On his deathbed, he called my father, my second uncle, and me to his side. After asking the women to leave, he gave three instructions.

First, the old house and the new house in the county town would be left to my father.

Second, all his savings, except for the 100,000 yuan he would give me, would go to my second uncle.

Third, he had a house in Beijing

, which he would leave to me. He said that after he passed away, I should go to Beijing and live there alone. He told my father and second uncle that neither of them was allowed to give me money, and I was not allowed to go out to work or find a job. In short, I was not allowed to touch a single penny of the Wu family's money except for that 100,000 yuan!

My father and second uncle were very surprised. They said I was still a child, and he was doing this...

Grandpa waved his hand and said in an unquestionable tone, "This matter is settled!"

My father and second uncle looked at each other, then looked at me, their eyes full of heartache.

I didn't understand Grandpa's intention in making these arrangements, nor did I understand the deeper meaning in my father and second uncle's eyes. At that time, I was only focused on grieving.

After giving his instructions, Grandpa told my dad and second uncle to leave.

Only the two of us remained in the room. He took a book wrapped in red cloth from under the mattress and handed it to me with trembling hands. "Open it."

I wiped away my tears, took the book, and unwrapped the red cloth. Inside was an ancient, thread-bound book with these words written on it—"The Secret Twelve Golden Light Sword Techniques of the Dongxuan Heavenly Mystery Palace. "

I looked at Grandpa blankly, not understanding his meaning.

"This is the fate of the Wu family..." Grandpa stared at me, "Wu Zheng, tear it open."

I froze. "Tear...tear it open?"

"Yes! Tear it open!" Grandpa's voice was firm and decisive.

I dared not disobey him. Trembling, I opened the book, my heart pounding. I couldn't help but look at Grandpa again.

"Tear it open! Quickly!" Grandpa frowned.

I suppressed my trembling, took a deep breath, and tore the book in two.

One page wasn't torn properly and came apart, each half taking up half of the book.

Grandpa smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

But I cried, tears of nervousness.

"Silly boy, why are you crying?" Grandpa forced himself to be strong and instructed me, "Tear the red cloth too, and wrap them up."

With tears in my eyes, I tore the red cloth, rewrapped the two tattered books, and handed them to Grandpa with both hands.

Grandpa didn't take them. He looked meaningfully at the two red cloth bundles, then smiled with relief. "Take them to the capital. A few years later, descendants of the Lin family will come looking for you. At that time, just choose one and give it to someone from the Lin family. Remember, the secret techniques in these books are the lifeblood of our Wu family. Grandpa has never taught them to you. Before the Lin family finds you, you absolutely cannot learn the secret techniques in them, understand?"

I nodded blankly, not thinking deeply about it.

Grandpa told me to put the books away, then instructed me, "Remember, after you get to the capital, you can make friends, but you can't go out to make money. If someone asks you for a favor, you must ask their surname. Remember, the first favor you do is for the Tang family, so unless someone with the surname Tang asks you, no matter how generous the reward, you cannot agree, understand?"

I nodded vigorously, "Yes, I remember."

"Understand?" Grandpa asked sternly.

"Y-yes!" I quickly replied.

Grandpa was finally relieved, his tone softening. "Remember, you can't tell anyone what I told you, not even your parents. After I'm gone, go to the capital. Don't delay, don't go to school anymore. Someone will take care of everything for you when you get there."

"Okay," I nodded, crying.

Grandpa closed his eyes and waved his hand. "Pack your things, go and call them in."

I stood up, first putting my books in my bag, then went outside to call my dad and the others in.

When we returned, Grandpa had already passed away peacefully with a smile on his face.

My dad knelt down with a thud, letting out a long wail, "Dad!"

Everyone knelt down, heartbroken and devastated.

On the day of Grandpa's funeral, nine green snakes, each over three meters long and covered in white powder, appeared on the road, crawling in front of the funeral procession as if clearing a path for Grandpa's coffin. That day, hundreds of people came from all over, along with the entire village—men, women, and children—nearly three thousand people in total, to mourn Grandpa.

Nine dragons in mourning attire, a thousand people in attendance—Grandpa's funeral arrangements shook the entire city of Cangcheng.

After the funeral, Dad took me away from our hometown and sent me to Beijing, where I moved into the house Grandpa had left me. It was an old-style dormitory building in Tongzhou, a two-bedroom apartment, not particularly nice, but quite clean. My dad stayed with me for a few days, bought me a cell phone, and took care of the paperwork for my new school. After I enrolled, he went back home.

Before leaving, he handed me a bank card and said, "This is 100,000 yuan your grandpa left you. Use it sparingly. If it's not enough..."

He instinctively wanted to say, "Tell me if you need more," but after a moment's hesitation, he forced a smile and said, "If it's not enough, figure it out yourself."

"Dad, when can I go back?" I asked.

"What did your grandpa tell you?" he countered.

"Grandpa didn't say," I said.

My dad, fighting back tears, patted my shoulder. "Take care of yourself. Don't embarrass your grandpa, understand?"

I understood what he meant; I guess I'll never be able to go back in this lifetime.

I didn't speak, just nodded silently.

Dad turned, got into the car, and drove away.

I watched his car disappear into the distance, and the moment he turned the corner and vanished, tears welled up in my eyes.

I had no home anymore.

My life in Beijing was incredibly monotonous.

Because I was so lonely, I talked even less. I had almost no friends at school, and after school I would go straight home. I spent all my free time studying feng shui and numerology. These esoteric arts seemed obscure and difficult to understand to outsiders, but for me, studying them was the happiest thing.

In the days without my grandfather and parents by my side, the Five Elements, the Eight Trigrams, Yin and Yang numerology, feng shui formations, talismans, and hand gestures were my best companions. They allowed me to forget loneliness and desolation, and even living alone, I could live a fulfilling and happy life.

The only painful thing was that I had learned so much, but had no chance to use it. Especially in my third year of junior high, I fell in love with a girl in my class, and she liked me too. But in the end, she was pursued by another boy and became his girlfriend.

The sad thing is, the guy's method for pursuing this girl was to tell her fortune through horoscopes. I watched him woo the girl I liked that day, watching him use his rudimentary online skills to fool her—two out of five sentences were accurate, and three were inaccurate. But even so, the girl was shocked; she thought he was amazing, and soon after, they became a couple.

I was in agony during that time. I desperately wanted to tell the girl that the bastard was lying to her, that he didn't know anything about these things! But in the end, I said nothing, because my grandfather had said that the first time I did a favor for someone was for the Tang family, and that girl's name was Li Fei.

After graduating from junior high, Li Fei, that guy, and I went to the same high school. When we were assigned to classes, Li Fei and I were still in the same class, while that guy was in the class next to ours. Not long after, he used the same trick again, getting involved with another, even more attractive girl, and dumping Li Fei.

Li Fei was heartbroken. That night, she called me to the playground, crying and telling me that the guy had broken up with her.

She hugged her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders trembling slightly.

I reached out to comfort her, but after much hesitation, I didn't dare.

Just then, she suddenly said, "Luckily, I didn't fall for his tricks. At least I'm still innocent..."

I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning, as if someone had stabbed me in the heart from behind.

Li Fei was trying to imply something; anyone else would have been overjoyed to hear that. But I'm not just anyone. Hearing that, I instinctively understood that Li Fei had already been...

Seeing that I didn't speak, she turned to me, looking at me cautiously. "Wu Zheng, what's wrong?"

I didn't know what to say, my mind blank.

After a moment of silence, I forced a smile and said, "No... nothing..."

"You don't believe me?" she asked.

"I... believe you..." I said against my will.

She didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere became awkward.

After a few minutes of silence, I stood up. "Don't be sad. I'll take you home."

She didn't say anything, just nodded.

I walked her to her dorm building, and she turned around and asked me, "Wu Zheng, believe me, Zhang Yi and I really have nothing going on!"

I wanted to believe her too, but...

at that moment, I really wished I didn't know anything about divination.

She turned and went upstairs.

I left school, riding my bicycle at breakneck speed all the way home. After entering my apartment complex, I went to the supermarket and bought a lot of alcohol, drinking alone until dawn.

My first love was over just like that.

In the following two years, Li Fei had several more boyfriends, while I remained quiet and unnoticed, neither liking anyone nor being liked by anyone, until graduation.

After graduating from high school, Li Fei was admitted to Beijing University of Science and Technology.

I didn't take the college entrance exam because I knew I wasn't destined for university. I had enough education, and I was content.

On the day I received my acceptance letter, Li Fei called me, saying she wanted to meet up and have dinner together.

I hesitated for a moment, then made up an excuse and declined.

I can't read minds, but I can read people's expressions. The way she looked at me once told me that although she had several boyfriends, I always held a place in her heart. It's just that in her eyes, I was too low-key, not talkative, and no one could figure out my thoughts, and I never responded positively to her hints.

As the saying goes, it's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel.

Li Fei probably wanted to end things with me before starting university.

But for me, it was meaningless now.

That night, I drank a lot and got drunk.

After dropping out of school, I became a recluse, spending all my time except for eating and taking walks researching the Wu family's secret techniques. Since I had no opportunity to practice, I tried various methods to verify them. For example, I would calculate the weather to see when it would rain and when it would stop. Or I would buy some fruit, refine some objects, and set up formations to test the effects of the formations with the fruit.

After living like this for more than a month, the Lin family's descendant arrived.

That day, I was researching the effect of the Six Killings Position on accelerating the rotting of apples when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a girl about my age. She was wearing a white t-shirt and light-colored jeans, her shoulder-length hair was neat and tidy, she had a pure and beautiful temperament, and was especially beautiful with her big, bright eyes.

I was stunned for a moment. "You are..."

"Hello, my name is Lin Xia," the girl smiled at me. "My grandfather asked me to come here to find Wu Siye's grandson, Wu Zheng. Is he here?"

I snapped out of my daze. "Oh, yes, that's me."

"That's great," Lin Xia extended her hand to me. "Nice to meet you!" I didn't take her hand. "Come in."

She was a little embarrassed, but still polite, and smiled slightly. "Okay."

I let her into the living room, gave her a can of Coke, and then went back to my bedroom, opened my suitcase, and took out two red cloth bags.

My grandfather said I could choose one at random.

But I didn't want to give either one away.

But I couldn't disobey my grandfather, so I randomly picked one, put it on the bed, and put the other one back in the suitcase.

Back in the living room, I handed her the red cloth bag. "This is for you."

Lin Xia was a little surprised. "You're giving it to me like this? Aren't you going to ask who my grandfather is?"

"No need to ask," I said. "Your surname is Lin, that's right."

"But..." she hesitated.

I handed her the bag, opened a can of iced Coke, took a sip, and asked, "Do you also study Feng Shui?"

She nodded. "I've learned a little."

"Really?" My eyes lit up. "That's great! Let's chat."

She glanced at her watch, smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm running late, I have to go."

"Where are you going?" I couldn't help but ask.

She looked down at the red cloth bag in her hand. "Grandpa passed away. He said that Master Wu promised to give the Lin family something before he died, and he told me to come find you. He said that after I get it, I can leave the capital and go to the south, and then I'll have to live alone."

Her eyes reddened as she said this.

I felt a pang of sadness and smiled helplessly. "Looks like we're in the same boat, the same treatment..."

"You too?" she looked at me.

I nodded silently, took a sip of Coke, and said to her, "Then I won't keep you any longer."

"Okay," she stood up. "Thank you."

I saw her to the door, and she turned around and extended her hand to me again. "Let's shake hands. We'll be friends from now on."

I hesitated for a moment, then took her hand.

So warm, so soft, so supple—those delicate hands.

She smiled at me, turned, and went downstairs.

I watched her retreating figure, silently sniffing my hands.

The fragrance still lingered.

Only after her footsteps disappeared did I close the door, take a deep breath, and smile foolishly.

After Lin Xia's visit, I could finally learn the secret techniques in that book.

But I had to face a serious problem: my money was almost gone. For the past few years in Beijing, my guardian had been a friend of my father's, whom I called Uncle Xu. He paid for my tuition, but he couldn't give me living expenses; I could only use the money my grandfather left me.

My grandfather left me 100,000 yuan, and although I had been frugal, after six years, that 100,000 yuan was almost gone.

There was no other way; no one needed my help, and I couldn't go out to work, so I had to borrow money.

I called my dad first, saying I was out of money and asked if he could lend me some.

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I was stunned for a moment, thinking, is this really my father? But thinking about what Grandpa left behind, I couldn't blame him. Helpless, I had no choice but to call Uncle Xu again.

Uncle Xu hesitated for a moment and said, "Wu Zheng, it's not that I don't want to help you. Your dad said I can pay your tuition, but I can't give you any other money, not a single penny. I feel sorry for you, but I don't dare disobey your dad. After all, my business is what it is today because of your dad's help. Can you understand?"

What could I say but "I understand"?

After hanging up the phone, I looked at the red cloth bag in the box and silently locked the box.

Eating was already a problem. At this time, researching secret techniques was just asking for trouble. I was afraid I wouldn't starve to death quickly enough.

I lowered my food standards, eating only one meal a day, instant noodles and steamed buns. I stopped buying vegetables, stopped drinking beverages, and even changed my mobile phone plan. I wanted to reduce my consumption to the minimum and try to hold out until the Tang family came looking for me.

After about a month of this, my body couldn't take it anymore.

An eighteen-year-old boy is at that age where he's always hungry; his metabolism is fast, and whatever he eats is quickly digested. Eating only one meal a day left me starving, and I was so hungry I could barely keep my eyes open. Forget studying divination; even sitting for a while made me dizzy. I could only endure it while waiting for the Tang family to come.

Sure enough, a few days later, someone came.

That morning, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw a man in his thirties, dressed very extravagantly.

"Hello, who are you?" I asked him.

"Young man, you're Wu Siye's grandson, Wu Zheng, right?" the wealthy man asked.

"Yes, it's me," I said. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, that's great! I'm so glad I found you!" the rich guy said quickly. "It's like this, I'd like to ask you to treat my aunt..."

"What's your surname?" I asked.

"My surname is Zhao," the rich guy said, "My name is..."

"I'm sorry, I can't do it. You'll have to find someone else," I said, closing the door

before he could finish. The rich guy was stunned, then quickly knocked on the door. "Little brother, open the door first, we can talk about the payment!" "It's not about the payment," I said, "No means no."

After saying that, I went back to my bedroom and lay down.

The rich guy said all sorts of nice things outside, but seeing that I remained silent, he sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

I thought to myself, why is your surname Zhao? Why don't you have the surname Tang?

Sigh...

Rich Zhao is a signal. After he came, my door quickly became lively. Every day, all sorts of people would knock on the door, asking me for favors. Some even stuffed tens of thousands of yuan into my hand as soon as we met.

Of course I wouldn't answer, because I needed to find out the other person's surname.

Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li; Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang; Feng, Chen, Chu, Wei; Jiang, Shen, Han, Yang; Zhu, Qin, You, Xu; He, Lü, Shi, Zhang; Kong, Cao, Yan, Hua; Jin, Wei, Tao, Jiang; Qi, Xie, Zou, Yu… Basically, almost every surname in the Hundred Family Surnames came around those days, except for Tang.

I was going crazy. I was

frantic with worry and starving.

Days passed, and I couldn't survive on just one meal a day. I only had a little over two yuan left, not even enough to pay my phone bill.

I was desperate and had no other choice, so I reluctantly called Li Fei and asked if she could lend me some money, cash.

Without a word, Li Fei hung up and rushed to my house. When she saw me, so thin and skinny, she cried with heartache.

"Why are you crying?" I smiled awkwardly. "I've been on a diet lately…"

"What happened to you?" she looked at me with concern. "How did you get like this?"

"I'm broke…" I smiled bitterly.

She wiped away her tears, took out her wallet, and pulled out a wad of cash for me. "Use this first, I'll bring you some more in a few days."

"I don't need this much."

"Take it!"

I blushed and took the money. "I'll pay you back double later."

"Who told you to pay me back?"

She pulled me and turned to leave.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'm taking you to eat!"

"Uh..." I wanted to say no, but my body betrayed me. "Okay..."

My legs were weak when we went downstairs.

Li Fei helped me to a roast duck restaurant at the entrance of the neighborhood and ordered a few dishes and a bowl of dumpling soup. She didn't dare let me eat too much at once, afraid I'd get too full.

I didn't care about my image anymore, and after the food came, I wolfed it down.

Li Fei looked at me with tears in her eyes, feeling sorry for me, and kept putting food on my plate.

As we were eating, a short-haired girl walked in, followed by a man.

I looked and it was Zhao the nouveau riche.

"Oh, that's right! Cousin, he's over there! It's him!" Zhao the nouveau riche pointed at me.

The short-haired girl frowned, glancing at Zhao the Rich, her eyes seemingly filled with disbelief.

"Oh, it really is him! Master Wu's grandson, that's about his age!" Zhao the Rich exclaimed quickly.

Upon hearing this, the girl hurried to my side, extending her hand, "Hello, my name is Tang Sijia..."

My hand trembled, and I dropped my chopsticks.

The Tang family had finally arrived.

Actually, the Tang family had arrived long ago; I had simply misunderstood.

After dinner, I got into Tang Sijia's car.

Li Fei watched us drive away, her expression somewhat forlorn. She seemed to understand what kind of person I was.

Tang Sijia was twenty-five years old, the Greater China head of a well-known multinational technology company. Young and promising, she was also very beautiful, especially her figure.

On the way, she told me about her mother.

"My mother is possessed by a female ghost," she said. "This ghost is incredibly difficult to deal with. We've consulted many people for exorcisms, but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

"How so?" I asked.

“It worked at the time, but usually within two days, the ghost would come back and find the exorcist again, and his methods wouldn’t work,” she said. “It’s like the ghost has drug resistance; the more people it sees, the stronger it becomes. After several such episodes, my mother’s health deteriorated. Later, I had no choice but to spend a lot of money and ask a friend to introduce me to a Taoist priest who lived in seclusion in Xishan. But the priest said he couldn’t handle it. He gave me your address and told me to come to you. But my mother’s attacks were very severe at the time, and I couldn’t get away, so I sent my cousin instead. But my cousin went back and said that he had tried everything, but you just wouldn’t help with this…”

Her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion.

I felt a little embarrassed, my face burning. I thought to myself, how did I know he was your cousin? If I had known, I wouldn’t have had to go hungry all these days.

I thought this, but on the surface, I remained calm. Seeing her cry, I took a tissue from the tissue box beside her and handed it to her.

"Thank you..." she wiped away her tears. "Later, I continued to look for other people. Over this period, I contacted almost everyone I could in the capital, but it was no use. Not only could I not subdue the ghost, but it also grew more and more ferocious. Last night, it came back and kicked us all out of the house. It even threatened to kill my mother if I brought anyone else to exorcise it. I was on the verge of a breakdown. I had no choice but to go to the Western Hills to find the Taoist priest. The priest said that this matter could only be handled by the young master of the Wu family. He told me to come to you personally, so here I am."

She looked at me. "Teacher Wu, please put in a lot of effort for this matter. I'll spend any amount of money as long as my mother can be cured!"

I didn't say anything, but nodded with a forced smile.

To be honest, I wasn't confident either.

I had studied the Wu family's secret techniques for seven years, but I had never actually used them. Facing such a difficult situation for the first time, I couldn't be sure of myself. That's how people are. When they don't have a chance to test themselves, they always want to find an opportunity to try their skills in various ways. Now that the opportunity had come, I was a little apprehensive.

Human life is at stake; there's no time for hesitation. Whatever I'm about to face, since I'm in Tang Sijia's car, I have to see this through.

Tang Sijia's house is a luxurious detached villa in Changping District.

After getting out of the car, I looked at the house and asked her, "Who else lives here?"

"Only my mother," she said. "There used to be a nanny, but she quit after my mother's accident. Last night, she kicked us out, and I didn't dare go back. I went straight to Xishan with my cousin."

"Open the door, I'll go in myself," I instructed.

"You alone?" she asked, unsure. "Are you sure you can manage?"

"That ghost is controlling your mother now. If you get close, she'll kill her immediately," I explained. "If I go in myself, she won't easily notice."

Tang Sijia hesitated, glancing at Zhao Tuhao beside her.

"Young Master is right," Zhao Tuhao said. "Cousin, since we invited them, we should listen to them."

Tang Sijia nodded, took out the key and handed it to me, "Be careful, that ghost is extremely fierce."

"Okay," I took the key and turned to walk towards the door.

"Teacher Wu!" Tang Sijia suddenly knelt down before me, tears streaming down her face, "You must save my mother, please!"

I didn't speak, just nodded, opened the door and walked into the villa.

Outside, the sun was blazing, but inside the villa, a chilling atmosphere pervaded the air. The female ghost had drawn all the curtains, and the lights were off, making it pitch black; I couldn't see anything clearly.

I gently closed the door, held my breath, crouched down, and intently observed the situation inside the villa.

It was my first time doing this, and my palms were already sweating before I even saw anything. After a dozen seconds of adjustment, the scene inside the house slowly became clear. The living room was large, very clean, and tidy. There was no one there, and the yin energy was extremely heavy. This yin energy was somewhat unusual; it didn't seem to be released by ordinary spirits. Compared to others, it was much stronger.

I had learned the Wu family's secret arts from my grandfather since I was a child, including hand gestures and incantations for dealing with ghosts, but I had never used them, and I had never actually seen a ghost. Although I've never seen one before, I'm very sensitive to auras. The yin energy emanating from a spirit is rootless; it causes a stinging sensation, but only stays on the surface of the skin—simply put, it makes the skin feel tight. There's another type of yin energy, caused by feng shui; this kind has roots, the stinging sensation isn't strong, but it's like an ice needle, penetrating to the bone marrow. The

yin energy in this villa seems to be a combination of both; not only does it make the skin feel tight, but it also sends a chill down one's spine.

This is a bit strange.

I quietly observed for a few minutes, and after confirming there was no danger in the living room, I slowly stood up, walked to the top of the stairs, and looked up. The yin energy upstairs was much weaker than downstairs. I formed a lightning seal with my left hand to protect my body, went up the stairs to the second floor, and gently opened the door to a bedroom.

It was empty; no one was there.

I left the bedroom and opened the second door.

Still empty.

Just then, the yin energy upstairs suddenly disappeared.

I couldn't help but tense up; my heart was pounding. I quickly left the room, formed a lightning seal with both hands, and stacked the seal three times.

The Stacked Thunder Technique is a secret art unique to our Wu family. Grandpa said that most people use the Thunder Technique with one hand, but it can actually be stacked, and once stacked, its power increases exponentially. Grandpa could stack the Thunder Technique six times in his lifetime, but my internal strength is insufficient, so I can only stack it three times.

Since this is my first time handling this matter, to be on the safe side, I'd rather use a sledgehammer to crack a nut than be careless, so I directly stacked the Thunder Technique three times.

There are two rooms left on the second floor, one is a bedroom, and the other is a study.

I transferred the Thunder Technique to my left hand, gently pushed open the study door, and upon closer inspection, it was empty.

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I closed the study door, carefully walked to the doorway, prepared the Thunder Technique with my left hand, and gripped the doorknob with my right.

I steadied myself, ready to open the door.

At this moment, the skin on my back suddenly tightened.

I turned around abruptly and saw a pale, fifty-something-year-old woman's face, giving me a sinister smile.

Her eyes were rolled back, revealing only the whites.

My heart skipped a beat, my hand trembled, and the lightning spell dissipated.

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