Bai Suxiang pursed her lips and smiled, urging him on.
This was Ali's usual way of gossiping: first asking if you wanted to listen, then starting the story.
In truth, this girl had quite a simple mind and a simple life.
Without thinking about how to improve herself, she was prepared to find a good man and get married, as long as he had a stable job that could support a family.
Wasn't this what Bai Suxiang was thinking too?
Bai Suxiang was momentarily lost in thought but was brought back to reality by Ali's words.
"Do you know why it's been so calm these past few days?" Su Dan Novel Network
"Why?"
Bai Suxiang certainly didn't know, otherwise, she wouldn't need to listen to gossip.
"Let me tell you, I heard the boss hired a feng shui master to arrange things."
Ali said mysteriously.
As if the master she spoke of was more powerful than an immortal.
Bai Suxiang smiled slightly, half-believing, half-doubting.
Some things, even immortals, like Liu Sandao, couldn't handle. How could a feng shui master?
But as if by magic, the office had indeed been peaceful these days.
Seeing that Bai Suxiang wasn't speaking, Ali continued:
"That feng shui master is a famous master in Changyu City. Do you know his appearance fee?"
"How much?"
Bai Suxiang was used to Ali's gossiping style and didn't offer much opinion, but she would interject with a question midway, showing that she was genuinely participating in the conversation.
"Five million!"
"That much! Then he must be a master!"
Bai Suxiang replied with a surprised expression.
"Of course, you get what you pay for. And the effect is absolutely amazing!"
Ali said excitedly.
Before Bai Suxiang could respond, she continued, "I heard the boss spent five million this time to build a pagoda, named the 'Thirty-Six Paths Glazed Pagoda,' specifically to commemorate his deceased wife!"
It was common for many people to donate to build pagodas or perform other rituals to accumulate merit for the deceased, so there was nothing strange about it.
Bai Suxiang was not surprised and casually said, "That's quite normal!"
"The question is, is it to commemorate the deceased wife, or to suppress wandering souls?"
Ali retorted, as if prompting Bai Suxiang to think in another direction.
"Suppress wandering souls? Whose wandering souls? His wife's?"
Bai Suxiang followed Ali's lead.
"Shh! Keep your voice down, my dear!" Ali said, gesturing for Bai Suxiang to lower her voice.
Bai Suxiang immediately lowered her voice and repeated softly.
"Not the deceased wife, but the current wife!"
Ali said meaningfully.
These words must not be overheard by Zuo Ruxiu, or she would be kicked out.
From Ali, Bai Suxiang learned the whole story:
Cai Rong had found the most famous feng shui master in Changyu City, and the master's initial quote was five million. This was an astronomical sum in Changyu City's feng shui circle; no one dared to quote such a price upfront.
Yet, at the master's words, Cai Rong didn't even bargain and paid the five million directly.
The master said, "Your wife died tragically!"
The implication was clear: the many conflicts in the family were due to the disturbance of the wandering souls. By setting up a feng shui formation to suppress these souls, the Cai family could overcome their current crisis.
Cai Rong didn't care about the money at all.
As long as it could make his life better and better, he was willing to pay ten million, let alone five million.
The pagoda built for commemoration was not shaped like other pagodas but resembled a large bell inverted and placed on the ground.
It was said to be designed to trap the wandering souls emanating from the Cai mansion.
The pagoda was located in the middle of the road connecting Cai Mansion to Wuma Group. From the Wuma Group building, it looked like someone holding a bell to cover the Cai Mansion.
This feng shui formation was named "Treasure Bell Subduing Demon," a formation for subduing demons and accumulating wealth.
Remarkably, after the feng shui formation was completed, the company immediately became quiet, and several major projects were currently being negotiated.
This was the main reason Ali was so excited.
Although she didn't know why the feng shui formation had such a great effect, the results were indeed magical. The office now had an additional topic of conversation and a new project: feng shui reading.
Bai Suxiang even noticed many people, during their breaks, browsing feng shui websites, tarot card readings, and information about feng shui masters – a plethora of feng shui-related content.
She mentioned this to Liu Sandao, who didn't seem to care.
Feng shui formations, in the end, depended on individual destiny and fortune; otherwise, even a famous formation would be just a mere decoration.
Moreover, when the God of Death arrives, he doesn't announce his coming!
As the one who had brought souls back to the Shura Field, he was perplexed as to why he had fled upon seeing the phantom.
Perhaps it was a lingering after-effect from the previous encounter with the phantom.
However, fleeing without a fight had never been his style.
Returning empty-handed from this mission was truly frustrating.
The scar that leaves the deepest impression is often the one that hurts the most, and the one who came was no exception.
He recalled all the details of the previous encounter and suddenly had an epiphany, slapping his thigh:
"I got it!"
The phantom this time was definitely a ruse, or if not, its power was far less than the previous one.
With his own strength, he had only suffered minor internal injuries last time. How could he have retreated this time when the phantom was clearly weaker?
Without waiting to rest, he immediately sent someone to summon the Ten Faces Rakshasa to discuss the matter.
Since the best opportunity had been missed, they could only wait for the next one.
And this time, the plan would unfold on the night of the full moon this month.
This made the heart of the one who came ignite with excitement once more.
A thousand years, ten thousand years, were too lonely; only by finding something to do could one pass the endless time.
To cooperate with the actions of the one who came, the Ten Faces Rakshasa had no choice but to instruct the soul of the wedge to intensify its cultivation these days.
As long as this wedge was not removed, the person who had it implanted would never have a peaceful life.
Cai Jinqu was no different. Although he appeared calmer, his consciousness was not entirely clear.
Leveraging his identity, Cai Rong had only suspended his duties but had not completely cut off his allowance.
After all, he was his biological son, and it was a way to account for his ex-wife.
Cai Jinqu spent his days getting hopelessly drunk, with only one thought gradually forming in his mind: "Avenge my mother!"
It was unclear whether this was his own desire or an imprint left by the wedge of the god of slaughter.
Regardless, he constantly thought about revenge and how to retaliate against Cai Rong.
He had a persistent urge to end it all, but something seemed to be holding back this impulse.