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"It's not just about changing one's fate."

As Chen Laojiu knelt on the ground and uttered those words, the barking of the dogs outside abruptly ceased.

The white lanterns outside the door swayed gently.

A pale light shone in and fell on the memorial tablets of Chen Bufan's parents.

[Memorial Tablet of Chen Daoheng]

Memorial Tablet for Lin Qinghe of the Chen Family

Chen Bufan lit incense and kowtowed before the memorial tablet.

Then he got up.

He had known all along that the trouble that happened to the Chen family back then was not simple.

But he always believed that his greatest enemy was the one who changed his fate.

It is Lu Changsheng.

They are evil things that borrow lives, steal wealth, prolong life, and change one's fate.

But Chen Lao Jiu is telling him now.

What killed his parents back then wasn't just the change of fate.

Lin Wanqing stood to the side, her hand already lowered from the gun.

She did not interrupt.

She knew this was not an interrogation.

The old case of the Chen family is finally beginning to reveal its first layer of flesh.

Chen Bufan looked at Chen Laojiu kneeling on the ground.

"explain."

One word.

The pressure made Chen Laojiu's shoulders tremble slightly.

He kept his head down, his voice hoarse.

"Young Master, the destruction of the Chen family back then didn't happen overnight."

"That fire was just the final blow."

Chen Bufan's eyes flickered.

Chen Lao Jiu slowly raised his head.

"The Chen family had been under surveillance for a long time before that."

"Who?"

Chen Laojiu stretched out three withered fingers.

"Three parties."

"The first method is to change one's fate."

"They want to seize the 'Book of Destiny'."

In the main hall, the yellow booklet that Chen Bufan had brought with him trembled slightly.

It was as if I heard my own name called.

Chen Laojiu looked at the book with a mixture of awe and pain in his eyes.

"The Record of Destiny is the orthodox root of the Chen family's fortune-telling tradition."

"With it, the Chen family can judge fate."

"To be able to see who borrowed whose life, who stole whose luck, and who owes whom a debt."

"The thing that the 'Fate-Changing Technique' fears most is this book."

"Because all their methods of altering fate will reveal their causal threads in the face of the 'Record of Destiny'."

Chen Bufan continued:

"So they want to steal it."

"right."

Chen Lao Jiu nodded.

"As long as they seize the 'Record of Destiny,' they can complete the missing half of the technique for altering one's fate."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"The missing half?"

Chen Lao Jiu glanced at her.

"The Gate of Fate Can change one's fate, but it cannot truly judge one's destiny."

"They can steal."

"It can be exchanged."

"We can seize it."

"It can be grafted."

"But they can't see the complete cause and effect."

"So they often have to use a lot of lives to test the waters."

"Which life can be lent, and which life cannot?"

"Who can ward off disaster? Whoever tries to ward it off will suffer the consequences."

"They can only try."

"But the Chen family doesn't need to try."

"The Chen family can see it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanqing thought of the criminal trying to obtain the judge's case file.

Once they get their hands on it, they can commit evil more precisely.

Chen Lao Jiu continued:

"The second party is the wealthy and powerful."

"They want the Chen family to prolong their lives."

Chen Bufan sneered.

"The Chen family does not change the fate of wicked people."

"Yes."

Chen Lao Jiu looked at him, his voice lowering.

"But the richer and more powerful a person is, the more afraid they are of dying."

"They spend their whole lives climbing over others to get ahead, but when it's time to die, they want to live more than anyone else."

"They sought out doctors, medicines, experts, and overseas institutions."

"Finally, we found the Chen family."

"Because they know that the Chen family really can read fate."

"If it can be viewed, it means it can be changed."

"Do they think the Chen family is like the 'Fate-Changing Gate'?"

Chen Laojiu smiled bitterly.

"In their eyes, rules don't matter."

"As long as they have the ability, they should be put to use."

"As long as they can afford the price, others should risk their lives."

Chen Bufan remained silent.

He had heard that phrase far too many times at the Nameless Club.

That's how those tycoons, celebrities, and capitalists look at him.

They didn't care whether the life should be saved or not.

They only care about whether they can afford it.

Chen Laojiu extended his third finger.

"The third party is someone from within the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

Lin Wanqing's eyes flickered slightly.

"The interior of the Xuanmen?"

Chen Lao Jiu nodded.

"The Chen family is a legitimate lineage of fortune tellers."

"These four words sound impressive."

"But it also breeds hatred."

"Many Taoist families outwardly show respect to the Chen family."

"But behind their backs, they harbor resentment towards the Chen family."

"Because the Chen family rules are too strict."

"The Chen family said they couldn't do something, so they didn't dare to do it openly."

"The money the Chen family said they couldn't accept, they dared not accept openly."

"As long as the Chen family exists, these people will always just stand on the sidelines."

Chen Laojiu's voice grew deeper and deeper.

"More importantly, the Record of Destiny can be used to judge fate as well as techniques."

"Who is using the Taoist sect to amass ill-gotten gains?"

"Who will shield the wicked from disaster?"

"Who uses living people to support the bureau?"

"Who uses magic to harm people?"

"If the Chen family wants to investigate, they can find traces."

"So those people, on the surface, claim that the Chen family is the legitimate heir, but behind the scenes, they wish the Chen family line would end."

There was a long silence in the main hall.

Chen Bufan looked at his parents' memorial tablets.

The man who changed his fate wanted to steal the book.

The powerful and wealthy want to prolong their lives.

The Xuanmen sect wants to eliminate the orthodox sect.

All three parties are keeping an eye on the Chen family.

This is a hunt.

Lin Wanqing sighed softly.

"In other words, the Chen family massacre back then was not just a revenge killing within the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"Are there still real power and vested interests involved?"

Chen Lao Jiu nodded.

"Yes."

Lin Wanqing continued to ask:

"rich?"

"have."

"Have the right?"

Chen Lao Jiu remained silent for a second.

"have."

"Is there an inside agent from the Xuanmen sect?"

"have."

Lin Wanqing took a deep breath.

If these facts are true, then the brief case files, the unknown number of deaths, and the hasty conclusion that the cause of the fire was aging circuits all make sense.

Someone suppressed the case.

Someone erased the records.

Some people don't want the Chen family massacre case to become a criminal case.

I just want it to be an "accident".

Chen Bufan's voice suddenly rang out.

What was the trigger?

Chen Laojiu's lips moved slightly.

"Your father."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"What did my father do?"

Chen Laojiu's eyes reddened again.

"The master refused to extend someone's life."

Chen Laojiu's voice trembled.

That person's life was already over.

"According to the judgment of the 'Record of Destiny,' he climbed to the top by stepping on too many people in his life."

"I harmed people when I was young."

"He robbed someone of their wealth in middle age."

"In his later years, he still wanted to use the lives of innocent people to extend his own life by ten years."

"That person sent someone to the Chen family."

"He brought a box of gold bars."

"A box of house deeds."

"There are a few more promises that will allow the Chen family to advance further in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

He said that as long as the Chen family is willing to take action.

"From this day forward, the Chen family will be the head of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"What did my father say?"

Chen Laojiu lowered his head.

It felt like seeing that night from over twenty years ago again.

The man standing upright in the main hall of the Chen family.

"The master only said one sentence."

Chen Laojiu's voice was terribly hoarse.

"The Chen family judges fate, but they don't sell their lives."

Righteous and eloquent.

Chen Bufan could almost still see the man's back from back then.

Chen Bufan looked at his father's memorial tablet.

Chen Daoheng.

After so many years, I can still hear my father's words.

The Chen family judges fates, but they don't sell their lives.

This is the true master of destiny in the Chen family.

It wasn't for the money.

It wasn't for power.

It's not about keeping people who should be dead alive.

Chen Lao Jiu continued:

"That person won't give up."

"They sent someone again."

"This time, they brought a child."

Chen Bufan was puzzled.

"child?"

Chen Lao Jiu nodded.

"Your destiny is very pure."

"He will live a long life."

"They said that if we transfer the child's lifespan to that important person, ten years would be enough."

Lin Wanqing's expression also changed.

"Who is that child?"

Chen Laojiu gritted his teeth.

"have no idea."

All I know is that the child was blindfolded and his hands were tied.

"The master immediately turned hostile."

"He not only refused to extend his life, but also broke the life-saving scheme."

"The child was saved."

Chen Bufan's voice was very soft.

"So you offended that important person."

Chen Lao Jiu closed his eyes.

"Yes."

"That person wields considerable power in the secular world."

"He doesn't need to openly take action against the Chen family."

"But he can make a lot of things easier."

"For example, making it impossible for people to find it."

"For example, turning a fire into an accident."

"For example, preventing the Chen family from sending a message asking for help."

Lin Wanqing slowly clenched her fist.

She is a police officer.

This is the kind of thing I hate the most.

Using power to crush human lives into ashes.

Chen Bufan asked:

How does the "Fate-Changing Gate" participate?

Chen Lao Jiu said:

"The Fate-Changing Sect has long coveted the 'Record of Destiny'."

"But the Chen family's ancestral home is not easy to enter."

"The master and madam are both here."

"The ancestral home has a life lamp, an ancestral talisman, and a gatekeeper."

"Solving the problem on your own might not be successful."

"But that time was different."

"The powerful and wealthy want the Chen family dead."

"Someone within the Xuanmen sect provided the Chen family with a defense map."

"The one who changes fate is in charge of taking action."

Chen Bufan's gaze was frighteningly deep.

"Who provided the defense map?"

Chen Laojiu's lips trembled.

"I have no idea."

"you do not know?"

Chen Laojiu's voice was bitter.

"I really don't know."

"That person didn't show up."

"But the master later discovered that the wicks of the guard lights inside the Chen family's house had been replaced beforehand."

"The talisman in the southeast corner of the ancestral home has been removed by someone."

"These are things that outsiders cannot do."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Is there betrayal within the Chen family as well?"

Chen Laojiu lowered his head and remained silent.

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"How much more is left unsaid?"

Chen Laojiu's face was full of pain.

"Young Master."

"It's not that this old servant won't tell."

"There are some names that, if spoken aloud, would trigger a death debt."

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"I'm already in debt."

Chen Lao Jiu's throat moved, but he still didn't speak.

Chen Bufan asked:

"Who is that powerful figure who needs a life-extending treatment?"

Chen Laojiu's body trembled violently.

This time, his reaction was even more pronounced than before.

Lin Wanqing noticed it immediately.

"You know."

Chen Laojiu lowered his head.

"No... I can't say."

Chen Bufan's voice was as cold as ice.

"Why not?"

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Laojiu's forehead.

"I told you, the young master will die."

Chen Bufan smiled.

"From the very first divination by Shen Qingyue, they never intended for me to live."

Chen Lao Jiu shook his head, his voice becoming urgent.

"no the same!"

"The Fate-Changing Gate wants the 'Record of Destiny'."

"Lu Changsheng just wanted to test you."

"But that person..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly bit his tongue, swallowing the rest of his words.

Chen Bufan stared at him.

"What happened to that person?"

Chen Laojiu's face turned pale.

"I can't say."

"If I tell him, he will know."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

How did he know?

Chen Laojiu looked up, his eyes filled with fear.

"Because he is still alive."

The main hall fell into a deathly silence.

More than 20 years ago, when his life was about to end, he wanted the Chen family to prolong his life.

He is still alive.

What does this mean?

This means that after Chen Daoheng refused, that person still managed to prolong his life through other means.

Who renewed it for him?

Changing one's fate.

Lu Changsheng.

Or perhaps it is the "immortal" hidden deeper within.

"name."

Chen Laojiu knelt on the ground, his forehead hitting the ground.

"Young Master."

"This old servant cannot speak."

"You can't beat him right now."

"Even the master couldn't protect the Chen family back then."

"If you touch him now, he'll just crush you."

Chen Bufan did not roar.

They didn't get any closer.

He simply turned around and looked into the depths of the Chen family's main hall.

That was the place where the ancestral home was most severely burned.

The beams collapsed.

The wall was charred black.

There are still many burnt bricks and tiles on the ground.

But Chen Bufan knew that it used to be the ancestral hall of the Chen family.

This is the place where the Chen family's life lamp is located.

Lin Wanqing watched his retreating figure, her heart tightening.

"Chen Bufan".

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Bufan did not turn around.

"You won't tell me."

"I asked about the ancestral home myself."

Chen Lao Jiu suddenly looked up, his expression changing drastically.

"Young Master, you mustn't!"

Chen Bufan has already stepped towards the ruins of the ancestral hall.

The "Record of Destiny" on the table opened without any wind.

The pages of the book turned with a rustling sound.

Chen Bufan bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the page.

"Chen Bufan, the 73rd generation fortune teller of the Chen family."

"Returning home to inquire about the fire."

"Please bring the ancestral home—"

"Opening up the old order."