The four of us walked directly to the entrance of the Jinguang Fengshui Hall.
My martial uncle stood at the doorway, not entering immediately.
Instead, he glanced at the signboard, spat, and then stepped inside.
As soon as we entered the shop, we heard a man's voice:
“Little sister, if you want your studies to advance further.
Then I, this humble Daoist, must personally cleanse all the impurities from your body.
Only then can your wisdom light reach the heavens.
At that time, you'll have a photographic memory and a sharp mind.
In the future, getting into Tsinghua, studying at Peking University.
Or getting an MTI from Oxford or Cambridge, will be as easy as pie…”
The voice wasn't loud, but we all heard it clearly.
And as we looked closer, we saw a girl, about eighteen years old, sitting behind a curtain in the room.
Opposite her sat a small, rather gaunt old man, who looked over sixty.
He was holding the girl's hand and taking liberties.
According to Stars' Mom's description, that old man should be the boss of this Jinguang Fengshui Hall, calling himself Daoist Jinguang.
That Daoist must have also noticed our arrival.
He then called out to us from behind the hanging curtain:
“Esteemed guests, please wait a moment. This humble Daoist will be out shortly.”
After speaking, he continued to the girl:
“My dear girl, I see your dedication to your studies, and I'm helping you out of good intentions.
Moreover, tonight is when the star of literature shines brightest.
If I cleanse your impurities tonight, it will be the most effective time.
Think about it, after cleansing the impurities, you might get into Tsinghua or Peking University, girl.
Girl, make your decision quickly!”
This time, he spoke very softly.
Perhaps ordinary people couldn't hear him, but we were all cultivators of the Dao.
We heard his words perfectly clearly.
Hearing this, several of us present frowned.
This was utter nonsense.
He was trying to take advantage of the young girl.
“Martial Uncle…”
I couldn't stand it and wanted to rush in and pull that fellow out.
Old Mo and Chen Yao also looked somewhat indignant.
But Martial Uncle raised his hand, signaling me to hold back.
Then, from beneath the hanging curtain, the Daoist's voice sounded again:
“Girl, this is the only way to help you. I am doing this for your own good!”
However, the student, who was being groped, clearly maintained her composure.
She quickly pulled her hand back:
“I, I, I’ll think about it again…”
“Still thinking? This opportunity only comes once a year.”
The Daoist’s eyes gleamed, unable to suppress his lust.
His voice rose a little:
“Girl, seize the opportunity!
I want to help you. You have too much impure energy, which is why your studies are not progressing.
Let me give you a bath, I won’t tell anyone, it’s fine…”
The young girl shook her head vigorously:
“I, I don’t want fortune telling anymore.”
With that, she got up and started to leave.
As she passed us, the girl lowered her head shyly and quickly ran out of the shop.
It seemed this girl had maintained her reason and sense of self-preservation.
She wasn't fooled by this wicked Daoist.
The wicked Daoist inside, seeing his plan fail, let out a sigh, clearly displeased, but did not resort to force.
Because the karma incurred from force is different from that of voluntary action.
He was likely afraid of this, which is why he acted that way.
However, he quickly adjusted his mood.
With a smile, he emerged from behind the curtain, feigning an air of superiority:
“I was wondering why there were four bird calls this evening.
Now it seems it was a premonition of the arrival of four destined individuals.
Four destined individuals, please be seated quickly.”
We all followed Martial Uncle’s lead.
Martial Uncle smiled faintly and shook his head:
“This Daoist is truly remarkable. Hearing four bird calls, you knew we were coming.”
“Hahaha! This humble Daoist cultivated for many years on Mount Longhu, and now I descend to save the world.
To enlighten destined individuals.
May I ask if the four of you are here to draw fortunes, or to resolve matters?”
The wicked Daoist smiled, but his gaze mostly swept over Chen Yao.
Martial Uncle smiled lightly:
“We are not here to draw fortunes.”
“Oh? Then you are here to resolve matters?”
“Hehehe, we are not here to resolve matters either.”
Upon hearing this, the wicked Daoist sensed a hint of killing intent.
His expression darkened slightly, and he looked at the four of us.
Seeing our unfriendly faces staring at him.
The wicked Daoist narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice changed:
“Not drawing fortunes, nor resolving matters.
May I ask what brings you here?”
“Don’t you practice divination? Can’t you see why we’re here?”
Martial Uncle retorted.
By now, even an idiot would understand that we were here to cause trouble.
This wicked Daoist was no exception.
His expression sank, and he subtly channeled his qi, releasing a faint aura.
Except for Chen Yao, whose cultivation was too low to feel it, the three of us could judge his cultivation level through this fluctuation of Dao energy.
Nascent Qi early stage, at most Nascent Qi middle stage.
His Dao cultivation was only slightly higher than Chen Yao’s.
Feeling this, the tension we had felt earlier instantly dissipated.
But the wicked Daoist, completely unaware of our true capabilities,
Arrogantly walked towards Martial Uncle:
“Heh, it seems you’ve come looking for trouble.
However, I must advise you.
I am a cultivator; destroying your souls is as easy as flipping my hand.
If I injure you, you won’t even be able to call the police.”
As he spoke, his expression became somewhat arrogant, as if he had us cornered.
Without another word, Martial Uncle.
With a “snap,” slapped him.
The wicked Daoist, unable to react at all, screamed in pain and was sent sprawling to the ground…