Although Ancestor Fuling was under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, he was mostly free.
He grew up at the edge of the sky, in a boundless place.
Legend had it that no immortal had ever been to that edge. He only knew that if one of his spirit roots could grow for a thousand years, it would approach the edge of the sky by a hundred li.
However, most spirit roots, after a hundred years, were only as long as a finger. It took five hundred years for a root hair to grow a chi long, which was considered a new root. Su Dan Novel Network.
Since the Book of Fortune originated from his own spirit root, a large number of Fortune Gods would visit him annually.
They came and went freely, as no summons were required here. Many minor deities claimed to have been to the Heavenly Court, but they had only visited Ancestor Fuling's dojo.
As for this place, it was still ninety-eight thousand li away from the true location of the Heavenly Court.
Under normal circumstances, Fu Ruhai visited once a year. Therefore, he was intimately familiar with every small path leading there.
Outside the majestic mountain gate of Ancestor Fuling's dojo stood a colossal archway shaped like the character "Fu."
This was built by the Heavenly Court over three thousand years to express their respect for all "fortune merits" in the mortal world, and to commend Ancestor Fuling for his great contributions to the Book of Fortune, paper and wood for the Heavenly Court's exclusive use, and other significant merits.
There were no guards here; everything was peaceful. If one could stay here permanently, it would be a paradise.
However, most of those who reached this place were merely minor deities with celestial destinies.
They were able to reach here because they possessed the Heavenly Book of exclusive pathways bestowed by the Heavenly Court. As for other rogue immortals, they could not reach here without an immense stroke of luck.
Fu Ruhai went straight to the main location of Ancestor Fuling: the Hall of Fortune.
This Hall of Fortune was situated on the trunk of a giant Fortune Tree, at a height of nine thousand eight hundred chi.
Upon entering the main gate of the Hall of Fortune, Fu Ruhai bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Ancestor Fuling. I beg your pardon for this presumptuous visit!"
Ancestor Fuling did not respond. Other than knowing that the visitor was a minor Fortune God, he knew nothing else.
Fu Ruhai called out again, his voice loud:
"Disciple has come to inform Ancestor of a matter!"
Ancestor Fuling still did not respond, but he focused his attention on Fu Ruhai.
"Your spirit root is being exploited to cause harm in the mortal realm. If the Heavenly Court finds out, will they not accuse you of failing to supervise properly?"
Ancestor Fuling thought to himself, this is someone else causing trouble, what does it have to do with me?
"Ancestor, say something! Please say something!"
Fu Ruhai raised his voice, growing impatient. The lack of a response was like playing the lute to a cow!
"You won't speak, will you? If you won't speak, I'll tear up this damned Book of Fortune. Since anyone can casually take fortune fruits, what use do we have for this book? We might as well just dig up your roots directly!"
Upon hearing that his roots were to be dug up, Ancestor Fuling could not tolerate it. Although one minor deity was nothing, if many Fortune Gods came to dig, he would not be able to handle it.
Fu Ruhai still heard no response. In a fit of anger, he threw out the Book of Fortune and with a "swish!"
Tore off a page!
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing tearing up the Book of Fortune, kid? Aren't you afraid the Heavenly Court will sentence you to death?"
Ancestor Fuling finally couldn't help but speak.
"What am I afraid of? At worst, I'll perish. As a Fortune God, if I can't protect others' fortune fruits, what's the point of my job? It's better to tear it up!"
Fu Ruhai feigned anger, but what he said was the truth.
"Hey! That's where you're wrong. You're giving up before the matter is even clear, isn't that a waste of the Heavenly Court's nurturing?"
Ancestor Fuling was very patient. Hearing Fu Ruhai's words, he also wanted to understand what was going on and asked:
"Tell me, what exactly is happening!"
Seeing that Ancestor Fuling was willing to learn about the matter, Fu Ruhai recounted his experiences of the past few days.
"So that's how it is. The person exploiting that unformed root is quite talented. If what you say is true, the root hairs they obtained were merely from a century-old root, not my new roots.
Wait a moment, let me ask one of my descendants who is responsible for clearing the roots."
After speaking, Ancestor Fuling summoned a Fortune Tree that looked only a hundred meters thick.
He inquired of it how his root hairs were being handled and who had come to claim them.
The Fortune Tree truthfully reported that Great God of Grains, Gu Siyu, had come several times in recent days, and on the last two occasions, he had brought an unfamiliar young man.
The Book of Fortune originated from Gu Siyu's hands, and fortune fruits were inextricably linked to him. No wonder that besides Fortune Gods, there were other ways to seize fortune fruits.
"Hahaha, so that's how it is. Gu Siyu, that young man, is still sensible. How could he do something so foolish? Since you understand the situation now, are you satisfied?"
Ancestor Fuling said with a smile.
Fu Ruhai, having obtained the answer he wanted, quickly bowed and apologized.
The Ancestor did not mind. Instead, a beam of golden light shot from the center of the Hall of Fortune towards the torn page of the Book of Fortune. The torn page then reappeared on the Book of Fortune.
"Go, and treat this book well. It is the source of all fortune merits in the world."
After Ancestor Fuling spoke, silence returned to the Hall of Fortune.
Fu Ruhai withdrew from the Hall of Fortune and hurriedly descended to the mortal realm.
Liu Sandao sat in his office waiting for news. One was news from Fu Ruhai, and the other was news from Zhao Xiaoying.
He was learning about Zhao Xiaoying through Bai Suxiang.
Ever since meeting Hu Tianhan, Zhao Xiaoying had considered going to Shenfeng Lending. After two or three days of consideration, she finally called Hu Tianhan.
This was exactly what Hu Tianhan wanted.
Because he had already investigated, and although Zhao Xiaoying's family had met with disaster, her 200-square-meter independent courtyard was still there.
It was located on Jianshe Avenue, in an excellent location. If listed online, it would sell within three days.
The reason why no one had inquired about Zhao Xiaoying's house for many days was due to the boss's actions.
That boss had casually mentioned that he needed Zhao Xiaoying to "pay" something. Hu Tianhan thought this was a great opportunity to please that boss.
He didn't care what the boss required Zhao Xiaoying to pay: money, or her beauty.
As long as she could be made to lose everything, wouldn't the boss get whatever he wanted?
He had reported a detailed plan for this matter. The boss hadn't agreed on the spot, but later instructed Baldy Leopard to inform him that he could proceed.
Therefore, Hu Tianhan's previous approach to Zhao Xiaoying was not accidental, but deliberate.
"Hello, is this Hu Tianhan? I'd like to meet you."
Zhao Xiaoying nervously dialed Hu Tianhan's number.
Hu Tianhan deliberately paused for three seconds and said coyly:
"Uh, I have some business to attend to right now, it'll take about half an hour. I'll contact you later!"