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“Thank you, Jiang Che, for subduing this criminal for me.” Gu Dezheng approached Jiang Che, expressing his gratitude with sincerity.

“It’s my duty, especially since I am Yunqi’s good friend,” Jiang Che replied with a smile, giving ample face to the old man.

Gu Dezheng gave Jiang Che an acknowledging look but didn’t say much more, apparently realizing the complex nature of Jiang Che’s relationship with his daughter.

“Can you solve my family’s Feng Shui issue?” Gu Yunqi curiously asked Jiang Che, having heard Yang Wei’s earlier words and noticing her own recent string of bad luck.

“Of course, I can. But as you know, I don’t help people for free.” Jiang Che raised his eyebrows and whispered in Gu Yunqi’s ear. Solving a small Triple Wealth Accumulating Evil Formation was a trivial task for him.

“Given our relationship, what more do you want?” Gu Yunqi rolled her eyes, slightly exasperated. She had realized that Jiang Che was the type to push his luck.

“What relationship?”

“You… Hmph, just say whether you’ll help or not.”

“I’ll help, but you need to fulfill a small wish of mine.”

“Next time, wear black silk stockings, and then…”

“You… you have such a taste?” Gu Yunqi blushed at Jiang Che’s request, surprised by his particular interest. It was a bit embarrassing to talk about.

“Hehe, just say whether you agree or not.” Jiang Che chuckled, looking expectantly at Gu Yunqi.

“Of course, I’ll agree. After all, you’re my dear brother~” Gu Yunqi smiled seductively, agreeing to Jiang Che’s unreasonable request. She was used to his antics by now and didn’t see much harm in one more time.

Accustomed to such behavior, Gu Yunqi no longer resisted. Jiang Che, meanwhile, couldn’t help but look forward to it, especially recalling Lin Xiyan’s similar promise.

Jiang Che wasted no time. He approached the offering table, quickly drew several talismans with cinnabar ink, and threw them around the grave. As the yellow papers burned, a black negative energy arose from the tomb, disappearing under the sunlight.

“Father, I have disturbed your peaceful rest. Please forgive your unfilial son.” Gu Dezheng approached his father’s grave, knelt down, and began kowtowing sincerely.

“Jiang Che, my father’s tomb has been exposed to daylight again. Should we find a new Feng Shui site for his reburial?” Gu Dezheng, after finishing his respects, stood up and asked Jiang Che. He felt it was proper to move his father’s remains, given the circumstances.

“Bury him over there…” Jiang Che pointed towards a spot in the southeast direction, understanding Gu Dezheng’s feelings.

“Alright, I will arrange it. Thank you again, Jiang Che, for today.”

The two men exchanged pleasantries and mutual business flattery.

“Dad is at it again…” Gu Yunqi rolled her eyes, amused at her father’s behavior. Despite acknowledging Jiang Che’s excellence, she found the frequent compliments a bit excessive.

…

After leaving the Gu family, Jiang Che declined Gu Dezheng’s invitation to stay for dinner and drove straight home.

“Jiang Che is truly a representative of the outstanding youth in Linjiang City. His demeanor is extraordinary, and he possesses incredible talent,” Gu Dezheng mused, watching Jiang Che’s departing figure. He found Jiang Che’s charisma increasingly convincing the more he interacted with him.

Gu Yunqi glanced at her father but refrained from commenting. She knew all too well that Jiang Che’s gentle and cultured appearance was deceiving. She felt trapped in his clutches, unable to escape.

“Master, how should we deal with Yang Wei?” a servant asked Gu Dezheng with respect.

“Give him a beating and then throw him out,” Gu Dezheng ordered, his mood souring at the mention of Yang Wei.

He regretted ever considering entrusting his daughter to Yang Wei and was grateful for Jiang Che’s intervention. However, as Yang Wei was a disciple of Cang Mang Zhenren, Gu Dezheng couldn’t risk offending his master.

“Understood, Master,” the servant replied and, with the help of several guards, dragged Yang Wei out of the Gu residence and dumped him by the roadside.

“Damn kid, take that!” a guard, who had been beaten by Yang Wei at the ancestral gravesite, retaliated with a flurry of punches and kicks. Spitting on Yang Wei’s face, he left cursing loudly.

…

When Yang Wei regained consciousness, it was already dark. Wincing in pain, he vividly recalled the day’s events.

His face turned ashen with anger and confusion over the bizarre occurrences. Despite the pain, he got up and limped towards the city center. Unable to face the Gu family after what happened, he left.

“Jiang Che, I won’t let you get away with this!” Yang Wei seethed with rage, remembering the humiliating beating he received from Jiang Che.

He was a Transformation stage master and a reputed young Taoist, yet he had been beaten to a pulp on his first day after descending the mountain!

…

“Ding, Yang Wei develops severe self-doubt, -1000 luck, rewarded with 2000 villain points.”

While Jiang Che was treating the young maid Ah Qing for her cold ailment, he was startled by the system’s notification. Yang Wei doubting himself? Could it be because of today’s incidents?

“People sit at home, and fortune comes from the sky,” Jiang Che thought amusedly.

“Young Master, you…” Ah Qing slowly opened her eyes, looking puzzled at Jiang Che who had abruptly stopped the treatment.

“Let’s call it a day for the treatment. You should get some sleep early,” Jiang Che said with a smile, releasing Ah Qing’s delicate feet wrapped in white silk, and stood up to leave.

Now with 12,000 villain points, Jiang Che considered it was time for an upgrade.

“System, upgrade the ‘Mysterious Heavenly Scripture.” In the garden, Jiang Che sat cross-legged in a pavilion, communicating with the system in his mind.

“Ding, deducting 10,000 villaon points, upgrading Mysterious Heavenly Scripture in progress…”

The upgrade took about three hours. When Jiang Che opened his eyes again, the moon was high in the sky.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the continuous stream of internal Qi in his body, and nodded in satisfaction. He had reached the late stage of Transformation stage – a step up in the martial path.

“If I remember correctly, Yang Wei’s master is at the peak of Transformation,” Jiang Che pondered. He knew he couldn’t stop undermining Yang Wei; he needed to reach the peak before Yang Wei’s master descended the mountain to stand a chance against him.

After adjusting the internal energy in his body, Jiang Che stood up and walked towards the living room. The night was still young, and he felt he should find something else to do.