I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Li Hongyun grabbed his hand.

Zhao Zian felt a chill in his palm.

"Uncle!"

Li Hongyun lowered her voice.

"This is a lucky charm I got from the mountain god's temple! You must keep it close to your body and absolutely, positively, not lose it!"

Zhao Zian opened his palm.

It was a yellow talisman paper folded into a triangle and strung together with red thread.

It was just an ordinary keepsake.

"it is good."

"I promise you, I will keep it close to my body."

A radiant smile bloomed on Li Hongyun's face, making her look stunning.

……

East Gate of Liuxi Town.

The morning mist had not completely dissipated.

Zhao Zian, dressed in a blue robe, stood under the large tree where they had agreed to meet.

The agreed time was Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Precisely to the second.

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached.

coming.

Zhao Zian looked up.

An extremely luxurious carriage pulled up.

The carriage stopped three steps in front of Zhao Zian.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a hand with distinct knuckles.

"Get in the car."

Zhao Zian strode forward.

Just as he was about to step onto the carriage footrest, Quan Bo reached out and stopped him.

"Young master, before letting him get into the carriage, this old servant would like to test his abilities first."

Wang Jingtian sat in the car without saying a word, which was taken as tacit consent.

Zhao Zian stopped and looked at Quan Bo.

"please."

Uncle Quan grinned.

"Kid, take this punch!"

Before he finished speaking, his fist, using only the strength of his physical body, struck Zhao Zian directly in the face!

Zhao Zian did not retreat, but stepped forward half a step with his right foot to avoid the direct impact of the punch.

At the same time, he pointed his right hand, fingers together like a sword, at Quan Bo's wrist.

The method of acupressure and pulse interception in the Shennong Valley Classic!

Use softness to overcome hardness, and attack where the enemy must defend!

Quan Bo clearly hadn't expected Zhao Zi'an to react so quickly.

Quan Bo retracted his fist, turning it into a claw, and grabbed at Zhao Zi'an's fingers.

The speed at which they changed tactics was unbelievable!

Zhao Zian flicked his sword, letting it slip through Quan Bo's fingers.

"what?"

Quan Bo was genuinely surprised this time.

This kid can actually predict my movements?

The two exchanged several moves with lightning speed in front of the small cart shaft.

That's enough.

Wang Jingtian's voice rang out from inside the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Quan Bo withdrew his hand, stepped back, and returned to his original position.

"I admire your discerning eye, young master."

Zhao Zian also withdrew his finger.

"I've made a fool of myself."

Wang Jingtian gave him a deep look.

"Get in the car."

This time, no one stopped them.

Zhao Zian stepped onto the foot pedal, bent down, and crawled into the carriage.

The space inside the carriage was much larger than I had imagined, enough to accommodate four or five people.

Wang Jingtian sat opposite him with his eyes closed.

Zhao Zian sat down without taking the initiative to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Jingtian opened his eyes.

He took a storage bag from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the small table.

"Inside here are a thousand low-grade spirit stones, a low-grade Xuan-level cultivation technique called 'Water Condensation Technique,' and three bottles of Qi Gathering Pills."

"This is an advance payment."

Zhao Zian did not take the storage bag.

"With such generosity from Young Master Wang, the troubles the Wang family is facing must be no small matter."

A smile tugged at the corner of Wang Jingtian's mouth.

"Smart people, I like dealing with smart people."

"My Wang family has had a very unlucky year."

"First, several important shops in the family suffered consecutive losses. Then, several collateral relatives died unexpectedly while training outside. Last month, my third uncle, a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, suddenly suffered a qi deviation during his seclusion, his meridians were completely severed, and he became a cripple."

Wang Jingtian picked up his teacup.

"We've consulted all the best physicians, talisman masters, and formation masters in the county. Everyone says it's an accident, a coincidence."

"But I know it's not."

"It's fate."

"An unseen hand is stealing the fortune of my Wang family!"

"What I want you to do is to tear this hand out!"

"Then, cut it off!"

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Zian reached out and pushed the storage bag back to the center of the small table.

"Young Master Wang, this reward is too generous."

Wang Jingtian's eyes turned cold.

"What, you think it's not enough?"

"No."

Zhao Zian shook his head.

"I mean, the vague and ethereal fortune you speak of isn't worth this price."

Wang Jingtian leaned forward slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that the concept of luck, though seemingly mysterious, is actually traceable."

"It's more like the roots of a tree, firmly planted in the soil of reality. If someone wants to destroy a big tree, they won't curse the sky, but will choose to rot the roots, cut off the water supply, and let insects in."

Wang Jingtian fell into deep thought.

The masters he invited either shook their heads and said they were powerless to help.

Either they're deliberately mysterious, spouting nonsense about destiny and fate.

No one has ever analyzed destiny as thoroughly as Zhao Zi'an.

"Go on."

"As far as I know, there are only three methods for stealing fortune, as Young Master Wang mentioned."

Zhao Zian held up one finger.

"Incantations, formations, and magical artifacts."

Why should I believe you?

Wang Jingtian stared at Zhao Zian.

Zhao Zian slightly pulled open his shirt collar.

A little fox's head peeked out.

Wang Jingtian lost his voice.

"A celestial fox?"

This is a legendary spirit beast, born close to the Great Dao, able to discern good and bad fortune, and sense the flow of Qi!

An ordinary cultivator would rarely see such a sight in their entire life!

"Its name is Xiaobai."

Zhao Zian stroked the little fox's back.

"It is more sensitive to unclean and evil spirits than any array plate or talisman."

The evidence speaks for itself.

How could someone who could have a celestial fox cub willingly follow them be an ordinary person?

Wang Jingtian remained silent for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm entrusting this matter concerning the Wang family to you."

"It's my duty."

……

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion.

Zhao Zian looked out the car window.

Above the gate tower, a level unseen by ordinary people.

A dark gray mist swirled around the mansion, suppressing its once soaring fortune.

"Get off the bus."

Wang Jingtian was the first to step out of the carriage, followed closely by Quan Bo.

Zhao Zian also got out of the car.

The little white fox shifted restlessly in his arms.

"You felt it?"

Zhao Zian comforted him in a low voice.

The little white fox nuzzled his chin with its head in response.

Wang Jingtian personally led the way.

Zhao Zian observed the Wang family.

This place has a big problem.

Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, Vermilion Bird in front, Black Tortoise behind.

The Wang family mansion is ideally situated, facing south and backed by the foothills of Longshou Mountain in the county seat.

With the Jade Belt River encircling it, it is an excellent location for gathering and retaining auspicious energy.

But now, although the energy has gathered, it has become a stagnant pool.

He looked toward a nine-story glazed pagoda in the southeast corner of the courtyard.

The tower is magnificent and is the most eye-catching building in the entire mansion.

But that tower was nailed to the very spot of the Wang family's earth dragon.

No wonder the shops are losing money and the children are in trouble.

Living in such an environment, it would be strange if nothing went wrong.

"Mr. Zhao, my father is in the study."

Wang Jingtian's voice interrupted Zhao Zian's thoughts.

They arrived in front of a two-story building.

Upon seeing Wang Jingtian, the guards bowed respectfully but did not step aside.

"Young Master, the Master is receiving guests."

"Receiving guests?"

Wang Jingtian frowned.

"What kind of guest?"