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Feng Qianqian knelt on the sofa, resting her head on Lu Fan's lap, looking up at him like a pitiful kitten.

"Xiao Fan, will you save Xiao Fan?"

Lu Fan patted her on the back, and Feng Qianqian stood up.

Lu Fan stood up, walked to the table, and took out yellow paper and a vermilion pen from his bag.

With his back to her, he quickly drew a talisman. This talisman was much more complex than the one he had given her before, and it took Lu Fan a full two minutes to draw it.

He handed the talisman to Feng Qianqian: "This 'Soothing and Calming Talisman' can soothe his mind. During this time, he will not have any more severe attacks, but he will be drowsy and weak, and will need to rest."

Lu Fan said calmly, "To eradicate it completely, I need to prepare a few things, and it will take time."

Feng Qianqian slowly sat up, carefully took the talisman, and held it in her palm: "Okay!"

Feng Qianqian suspected that Lu Fan's claim that he needed to prepare materials was a lie; he simply didn't trust her and wanted to control her.

Feng Qianqian understood that Lu Fan was indeed not worthy of her trust because of her previous two-faced behavior.

She gave a bitter laugh: "I understand. From now on, I'll only listen to you. Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do."

Lu Fan knew that Feng Qianqian had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain.

Feng Qianqian carefully placed the talisman on her chest, then bent down and picked up the clothes on the ground one by one, silently putting them on.

Dressed neatly, she regained her usual capable demeanor, though the corners of her eyes still bore traces of redness.

"Xiao Fan," Feng Qianqian said calmly, looking at Lu Fan, "the money is something I gave voluntarily. It's not money to buy my life; it's a token of my gratitude and a pledge of loyalty. Although I, Feng Qianqian, am not a good person, I keep my word. From now on, my life, my connections, and my informants all belong to you. I will prove my loyalty with my actions."

She paused, then added, "Xiao Zhe... I'm leaving it to you. Let me know as soon as you've gathered all the materials."

After saying that, she bowed deeply to Lu Fan, then opened the door and quietly walked out.

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Wang Family Villa, on the outskirts of the city.

Wang Huajian lay on the bed, his face ashen. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked almost like a dead man.

The master bedroom was filled with a strange smell, a strong mixture of Chinese herbal medicine and incense.

Beside the bed, Wang Zhentao stood with a gloomy expression, while his wife Zhou Li remained expressionless with cold eyes.

Besides the two of them, there were two other people standing there.

An elderly man with a goatee and a thin face, dressed in a dark blue Chinese-style long gown, was closing his eyes and concentrating, his fingers lightly pressing three inches above Wang Huajian's brow.

Another person stood with his hands hanging down in a corner a little further away, his face pale and his breath weak. It was Yun Xuzi, who had fled and gone into hiding.

At this moment, he had completely lost his previous air of superiority. His eyes flickered, and he kept stealing glances at the old man in the long robe. His attitude was respectful but also fearful.

The old man in the long robe suddenly groaned, his fingers trembled, and he withdrew them.

Almost simultaneously, Wang Huajian, who was lying on the bed, convulsed violently, opened his mouth abruptly, and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood!

"Hua Jian!" Zhou Li rushed to the bedside.

Wang Zhentao also stepped forward nervously: "Mr. Qingsong, what's wrong with my son?"

Qingsong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead: "The backlash of the alien energy in your son's body has been forced out by this old man. He just needs to rest well."

As he finished speaking, Wang Huajian's eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. However, his gaze was unfocused and unfocused, and it took him a while to concentrate.

"Dad! Mom!" Wang Huajian's voice was hoarse.

"She's awake! I'm so glad she's awake!" Zhou Li cried tears of joy.

Wang Zhentao also breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still grim.

He turned to Qingsong and said in a deep voice, "Sir, during the live broadcast, I saw him just fall straight down like that."

Qingsong glanced at Yun Xuzi in the corner.

Yun Xuzi quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Young Master Wang was injured by the backlash of the opponent's magic. That Lu Fan, I don't know what method he used, was able to reverse the 'Fate-Stealing Array' that I set up, and even reflect the array's power back at double the value. If I hadn't reacted quickly and protected Young Master Wang's heart meridian after escaping, I'm afraid Young Master Wang would have..."

He didn't dare to finish his sentence.

"Useless!" Wang Zhentao shouted angrily, his sharp eyes sweeping over Yun Xuzi.

Yun Xuzi shuddered and lowered his head even further.

"Lu Fan!" Wang Huajian's eyes darted around, his pale face contorted with malice. "It's Lu Fan! I want him dead! Dad, you must avenge me!"

"Revenge?" Wang Zhentao looked at his son's state, feeling both heartache and anger. "Look at the state you've become! I told you long ago that that woman surnamed Ai is filthy, and I told you to stay away from her! But you wouldn't listen, going to provoke such an evil person for something like that!"

"He's just a toy," Zhou Li said, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently wiping her son's face with a damp towel. Her tone was surprisingly calm. "If Hua Jian likes it, he can play with it. He's my son; he can play with whatever he wants. Otherwise, what am I earning money for!"

She looked up at Qingsong, her tone more polite yet sharp enough to leave no room for argument: "Mr. Qingsong, there's something I don't understand. A backlash from borrowed luck usually just means a period of bad luck, financial loss, or illness. Why did Hua Jian suffer such a severe backlash this time, nearly losing his life? Is there truly a powerful figure behind Lu Fan?"

Qingsong stroked his beard and pondered, "Chairman Zhou's concerns are not without merit. Ordinary people, even if they have abundant personal fortune, without a way to protect it, if their fortune is forcibly borrowed, at most their fortune will be weakened, and they certainly won't have such a fierce counterattack."

The backlash your son suffered was pure and fierce, certainly not without cause. There must be someone behind Lu Fan, skilled in mystical arts and possessing considerable cultivation, protecting him; perhaps, there are even protective restrictions placed upon him.

Wang Zhentao's face grew even more somber: "A master? How does he compare to you, sir?"

Qingsong smiled slightly, with a hint of pride: "To be honest, Mr. Wang, within the domestic Xuanmen circle, I dare not say that I know all those who are renowned and truly skilled, but I do know about eight or nine out of ten. Among them, the top ones are no more than ten."

In my humble opinion, while the person behind Lu Fan possesses unique methods, their counterattacks, though fierce, lack complexity and lack the consistently refined and polished style of those top masters. Perhaps they received a fragmented inheritance from a reclusive master, or perhaps they have taken an unorthodox approach.

He paused, then said, "As for the 'Number One Master of the Xuanmen' who has been missing for twenty years, ha! Even if he were still alive, after twenty years of being out of touch, he would probably be in dire need of his own safety, let alone be able to come out of the world to protect an actor. Mr. Wang need not worry too much."

When Zhou Li heard the title "Number One Master of Xuanmen," her eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She was more concerned about something else: "Sir, when you last adjusted the feng shui for my Wang family, you said that our family's fortune was declining and needed external help to stabilize it. I wonder if our family's fortune has changed now?"

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