iant stone pool at its feet.When Mu Wanchen held me in his arms and walked out, his eyes were fixed on me. I faintly heard a sentence: "Be careful...""It's talking!" I pounded Mu Wanchen's shoulder, "...The deputy manager didn't have much information and could only give me all the client's data.

This is a single commission that came all the way from neighboring provinces to find the Shen family. It was a local overseas Chinese representative who contacted them on behalf of their children.

It seems that a sacred statue supposedly offered by local villagers was stolen. After being recovered, it brought nothing but misfortune, terrifying the locals who believed the statue was angry. They wanted to hire someone to perform rituals, inviting both Buddhist and Taoist masters, specifically requesting the most powerful one available.

With a hefty commission and the reputation of being the most powerful mage, Shen Qingrui would definitely not shirk from such a task. After the head steward assigned her the mission, she set off for the neighboring province.

After two days, I called the head steward. He rushed to provide support overnight—I guess he was afraid I'd find out that Shen Qingrui had failed.

After all, Shen Qingrui is still the heir of the Shen family. If I quit one day, it would still be Shen Qingrui who takes over. Among the disciples of the same generation, no one is more capable than Shen Qingrui.

So the Grand Steward still favored her, opening the secret vault and bringing some powerful things to support her. He even forgot to bring his phone, not knowing if it was intentional or not.

Now that both of them are detained, it must be the client who called the Shen family to demand accountability.

This kind of circle works this way: because commissions often involve the client's life, health, wealth or property, if it's done well, people will shower you with gratitude and reward you handsomely. But if it's done poorly, their anger has nowhere to be vented and they just lash out at the sorcerer.

So, the unspoken rule within the circle is to "look at the yang and not the yin." Monks generally avoid engaging with the yin aspect. This stems from both reverence and a desire to preserve their cultivation and blessings.

Unless one is exceptionally skilled and brave, or truly has no other choice.

Just as Master Dingguo Temple said, some things are not about whether your cultivation is deep enough, but whether the opportunity has arrived. An event needs to meet the right person in order to be successfully resolved, otherwise it's just futile.

As I was packing my simple luggage, the tiny bell by my bed rang faintly.

This is something I found in the Shen family's storage room. It looked interesting, so I hung it by my bed. Of course, things from the Shen family's storage room aren't just trinkets; when a gust of Yin energy hits them, they make a faint noise.

I turned around, crossed my arms, and smiled at Your Majesty the Emperor: "No surprise attacks this time, right~"

"Need to ambush you" Jiang Qiyun smiled, reaching out to touch the bell. "Where did you get this"

"The storeroom's been turned upside down! Take anything you like if it looks good." I turned back to continue stuffing clothes.

"Where are we going" Jiang Qiyun leisurely sat on the couch, brushing his sleeve aside to lie on it.

I think he's perfectly suited to the Chinese style, every gesture exudes the aura of an emperor!

"Shen Qingrui and the head steward were taken into custody. I have to go take a look, this can't be ignored..." I scoffed.

Jiang Qiyun slightly frowned and said in a low voice, “ …Humans have Yin Yang Two Qi; their cultivation is naturally gifted, easier than other creatures attaining enlightenment… I guided her one spirit to the Wheel of Reincarnation Well, hoping she would obtain three souls and seven spirits, being reborn as a human. If fortunate enough, she could also achieve something great. Even if she couldn't achieve anything, returning to the Underworld later would give her a god position, allowing her to continue cultivating.”

I pouted and said, "I know you're kind, but aren't you afraid I'll be jealous if you're so honest"

Jiang Qiyun's lips curled slightly: "In my opinion, this is not something that cannot be said. If there is, there is, no need to deny it. Similarly, what I said to you is also from the heart and absolutely true."

He hesitated for a moment, shook his head and sighed softly: "Fortunately, you are a very suitable woman to be a wife. You are gentle and kind. Being with you doesn't require much effort."

"I really got the short end of the stick." I turned to continue packing.

"What's to lose I'll give you everything I can. Watching you grow, accompanying you on your cultivation journey and ascension, the Yin Jing Heavenly Palace, Nanshan Courtyard, and Pure Bliss Heaven... they're all yours... and so am I." He paused for a moment, adding.

Pfft...

I wasn't laughing, I was seriously holding it in.

"Are you coming with me" I recorded his words, changing the subject.

Jiang Qiyun didn't even bother to open his eyes, "Wherever you go, I'll be there. Just don't run around, running to some other realm would just make it easier for me to find you."

"I've also been caught a couple of times... As for holding such a grudge, Mu Wanchen's method was ruined by you, and it's not fixed yet! What are you going to do" I suddenly remembered this.

The Corpse Refining village was hidden within the Great Shaman King's magical formation. Jiang Qiyun, enraged, set it ablaze, effectively opening a gap in the Eight Trigrams Gate. This proved highly detrimental to those concealed within the formation.

"So, am I not taking him as a disciple to guide him in his cultivation and enlightenment, to make it convenient for him to quickly repair the Dharma" Jiang Qiyun said faintly.

So you still know how to feel embarrassed I find it rather amusing. A celestial being expressing apologies in such a high-and-mighty way, giving someone a great opportunity as compensation... that's their definition of an apology.

That night, Jiang Qiyun did not set up a barrier for the attic. In the latter half of the hour of Zi, the bell hanging above my bed suddenly moved slightly.

I didn't hear the doorbell at all, but Jiang Qiyun immediately rolled over and got out of bed. He slightly pushed open a sliver of the window and looked down at the yard below.

Any situation

I quickly jumped out of bed and burrowed into his arms, peering down through the windowpane.

The Yin soldiers were stationed outside the Shen family's perimeter, and seven or eight security personnel guarded the small courtyard from all corners and the main gate.

But even under such layers of defense, a grayish-white image directly "floated" in from the gate.

The two security guards at the entrance rubbed their arms. They couldn't see it, just thought it was a gust of night wind.

"What's that" I tilted my head and mouthed the question.

Jiang Qiyun slightly shook his head, motioning for me to remain silent.

That grayish image floated into Mrs. Lin's room and disappeared through the window.

I glanced at Jiang Qiyun, a barely perceptible twitch of his lips—a smirk

Why doesn't he hurry down and take a look

I couldn't hold back and rushed back to the bed to put on my coat.

As I was getting dressed, there was a noise from the courtyard below. I heard something break!

"It's over, it's over. Mrs. Lin will be frightened again, and I think the Shen family could close its doors for good..." I muttered to myself in a low voice.

Jiang Qiyun lightly pulled open the door: "Rest assured, do you think your brother is stupid"

Huh My brother

I ran into Mrs. Lin's room and pushed the door open. My brother and the deputy manager were inside.

"Xiao Qiao, look, we've trapped that thing," my brother pointed to the couch in the room.

The entire bedroom was hastily set up as an altar, with a layer of ash from incense papers on the ground. There was a small object covered by a Tai Chi Eight Diagrams robe lying on the ground.

“This thing must be for Mrs. Lin. I specially changed rooms today, and Qing (Qinyi) sleeps with Mrs. Lin in my old room. This guy is so familiar with the place that he sneaked in again.” My brother said.

Jiang Qiyun pinched the seal and summoned two Yin officials. The mass of something under his robe immediately trembled.

Suddenly, I guessed half of it in my heart—is"Who is that sorceress" The little boy's thirst for gossip was even higher than mine. The female ghost didn't pursue any further, her gourd head turned to the side, and she inquired of the Star Lord...