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With no extra money on him, he had nowhere to stay. He could only wash his face in a public restroom and then sit on a park bench to tend to his injuries.

“Luckily, the injuries aren’t too severe…”

After managing his internal injuries, Yang Wei slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling somewhat fortunate amidst his misfortune. If he had been seriously injured, it would have taken at least ten days to recover.

“Those who humiliate others will be humiliated in return! Since you’ve treated me this way, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Yang Wei sneered, stood up from the bench, found a secluded corner, and took out some candles, yellow paper, and a cinnabar brush from his canvas bag.

Finally, he took out a strand of Jiang Che’s hair from his pocket, which had fallen off during their confrontation at the Gu family’s ancestral tomb.

At that time, although he was not fully conscious, he instinctively kept the strand of hair, which turned out to be a stroke of luck. With this strand of hair, he had a hundred ways to kill Jiang Che!

Yang Wei didn’t hesitate much, lighting the candles and placing them on the ground, drawing several talismans, and finally wrapping Jiang Che’s hair in one of the talismans. With a flick of his finger, the talisman ignited without wind.

Yang Wei chanted incantations under his breath, beginning to curse Jiang Che.

…

At Crouching Dragon Villa, Jiang Che was resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly felt his body undergo some change. He abruptly opened his eyes and got up from the bed.

“Yang Wei… you have some nerve!” Feeling himself losing control over his body, Jiang Che sneered, knowing without a doubt that Yang Wei was behind this.

Since that guy was courting death, he might as well send him a big gift! Jiang Che tapped three times on his own heavenly pivot point, gradually regaining control of his body. He then took out a straw doll with Yang Wei’s birth details carved on it from a drawer and viciously stabbed a needle into the doll’s forehead.

(“Heavenly Pivot,” is an acupuncture point in traditional Chinese medicine (TCM). It is located on the abdomen, approximately two incheslateral to the navel.).

This had been prepared in advance to deal with Yang Wei. Initially, he had intended to let Yang Wei seek his own fortune for a few more days, but since the guy was asking for trouble, he had to oblige!

How did Jiang Che get Yang Wei’s birth details? Having accepted the storyline, he naturally knew exactly when this bastard was born.

…

“Why isn’t there any reaction…” Yang Wei looked bewildered at the burnt yellow paper, talking to himself. By all logic, he should have gained control over Jiang Che’s body by now, but why didn’t he feel anything?

Yang Wei picked up another talisman, intending to try again when suddenly he screamed, falling to the ground and clutching his forehead in pain.

The stabbing pain in his forehead rendered him speechless. His brows furrowed into a tight knot, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his face contorted in agony, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Jiang Che stabbed another silver needle into the straw doll’s heart, his face full of a playful smile.

“Ah…” Yang Wei clutched his chest in silent agony, his face turning pale and weak before he eventually passed out.

“Ding, the host saw through Yang Wei’s plan and counterattacked, changing the plot. Villain points +2000.”

“Ding, Yang Wei’s luck -2000, Villain points +4000.”

“And he thinks he can compete with me?” Jiang Che sneered, yawned, and lay back down on the bed, falling soundly asleep again.

…

The next morning, an old man came to the park to practice martial arts and found Yang Wei lying on the ground. The white-bearded old man walked over to Yang Wei, patting his face to wake him up, but soon gave up as it was useless.

He took out his phone and called for an ambulance, which soon arrived and took Yang Wei away.

In a hospital ward, Yang Wei slowly opened his eyes, looking extremely weak. He looked up at the ceiling, his face filled with confusion. Wasn’t he in the park? How did he end up here?

“You’re awake…” An old man with white hair stroked his beard and smiled kindly at Yang Wei, his expression very gentle, giving off the vibe of a kindly elder next door.

“Did you save me…” Yang Wei looked weakly at the old man in front of him, his memory still stuck on the moment he suddenly fainted yesterday. It seemed that it was this old man who had saved him.

“That’s right, I found you unconscious in the park when I went there to practice martial arts this morning, so I brought you to the hospital. But the doctor said you were not sick at all, so why did you faint in such a place?” The white-haired old man asked Yang Wei with a strange expression.

Normally, he would have just called an ambulance, but for some reason, this young man gave him a very peculiar feeling, compelling him to accompany him to the hospital.

Hearing the old man’s words, Yang Wei fell silent, frowning as he recalled the events of the previous night. He was clearly casting a curse on Jiang Che, so why did he suddenly feel pain and then faint? Could it be a backlash?

But Jiang Che shouldn’t know anything about Feng Shui, so this shouldn’t be possible. Could it be that some master of Feng Shui was secretly harming him?

Thinking of this, Yang Wei unconsciously furrowed his brows and began calculating with his fingers. He wanted to see if Jiang Che had any extraordinary attributes that could cause such a backlash.

As the last disciple of Master Cangmang, he was not only proficient in feng shui but also in numerology.

“Heaven’s secrets are obscured… no past… no future…” After calculating for a while, Yang Wei was completely dumbfounded.

Damn, how could there be someone in this world with no past and no future? Before he could think further, he suddenly felt a rolling sensation in his throat and vomited a large mouthful of blood, his face becoming even paler.

“What’s wrong with you…” The white-haired old man looked at Yang Wei in bewilderment.

Damn it, didn’t the doctor say this guy wasn’t sick? Why is he vomiting blood now?

“I’m fine…” Yang Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and said.

Without a doubt, he had just suffered backlash from calculating Jiang Che’s fate again! He also felt that due to his forceful calculation of Jiang Che’s fate just now, his lifespan had significantly decreased!

Calculating others’ fates was an act against the heavens, but it usually only reduced one’s lifespan, it shouldn’t cause backlash.

The fact that he suffered backlash from calculating Jiang Che’s fate could only mean that this guy was no ordinary person!

Thinking carefully, cold sweat soaked Yang Wei’s back. Damn, what kind of terrifying existence had he provoked?

Now, he deeply regretted it. He shouldn’t have made an enemy out of someone like Jiang Che just for a woman.

He had heard his master say that no matter how long a person’s lifespan was, their growth process from childhood could definitely be seen through fate calculation. The more one peered into it, the more one’s lifespan would be shortened.

The fact that Jiang Che’s past and future were both blank in his calculations was beyond belief!

But it was too late for regrets now. No matter how much he thought about it, it was useless. He had already made a mortal enemy out of Jiang Che.

Jiang Che must have noticed what he did last night, and the sudden convulsions he experienced were likely related to Jiang Che. The madness he experienced at the Gu family ancestral tomb during the day was also definitely connected to him…

…

“Thank you for saving me…” After adjusting his breath, Yang Wei weakly smiled at the white-bearded old man.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it, lest he develop a psychological shadow. The next time he sees Jiang Che, he might kneel before even starting a fight…

“It was just a small effort. Why did you suddenly faint on the roadside?” The white-bearded old man shook his head with a slight smile, then asked curiously.

“I had a mishap while practicing, so I fainted.” Yang Wei said. He couldn’t possibly say that he was knocked unconscious by someone’s metaphysical skills, could he? The old man probably wouldn’t believe it and would think he was talking nonsense.

“Are you a martial artist?” The white-bearded old man seriously scrutinized Yang Wei, frowning as he asked.

He couldn’t discern Yang Wei’s cultivation level at all. If what the young man said was true, then his cultivation must be higher than his own!

He had spent his whole life barely reaching the peak of the Xiantian realm, but this young man seemed to be only in his twenties.

A martial artist who had achieved Transformation at such a young age? Thinking of this, the white-haired old man couldn’t help but gasp.

“That’s right, I am a martial artist.” Yang Wei also gave the white-bearded old man a surprised look. If it were an ordinary person hearing this, they would think he was crazy, but this old man was so calm, he clearly wasn’t just an ordinary person.