[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers":3,"chapter-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-24":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Just Stop Using Your Divine Powers!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2275882,4450,"Chapter 24: I Met a Master","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-24",24,"\u003Cp>At 4:30 a.m., the garage door of the villa slowly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tools used for the ritual had been loaded back onto the vehicle, and the house had been cleaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two business vans pulled out first; Assistant Yan stood beside them, bowing deeply toward Luo Qing inside the following van.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Fang said this trip was a great burden on you, Uncle Qing, and instructed me to convey his heartfelt thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, the payment has already been deposited into your account!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Qing leaned back in his seat, gave a slight, deliberate nod, and the door closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the vans drove off did Assistant Yan exhale, then climb into the back seat of the last small sedan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the car, Assistant Yan yawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Assistant Yan, shall I take you home?” the driver in front asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back to the company,” Assistant Yan sighed, then smiled. “You worked hard tonight too—stayed up all night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, no problem!” the driver replied quickly. “You always pay overtime well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. But stick to the old rule—keep your mouth shut. These things are better left unsaid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can count on me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car drove through the empty night streets, entering the central district of Jin Ling from Chengnan, finally stopping beneath an aging business building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After telling the driver not to wait, Assistant Yan entered the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that at this hour, his boss would still be at the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d done the work—he should report the situation in person while it was fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporting now would also reinforce the impression that he’d stayed up all night working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be three times more effective than reporting tomorrow morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building was old—a business tower over twenty years old, its facilities and hardware inferior to newer, high-end buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Boss Fang didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they weren’t running a retail business; no need to put on a show by renting some top-tier A-grade office space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as there was enough room, spacious and functional, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old buildings were cheaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the elevator to the 18th floor—Assistant Yan knew his boss had deliberately chosen this floor for its lucky number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking down the 18th-floor corridor, all other companies had shut their doors; only the light at the far end remained on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan reached the door, unlocked it. The office area spanned only two or three hundred square meters, filled with workstations—all empty at this hour. The private offices at the back were all closed, of course; everyone had left long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan went straight to his boss’s office, knocked lightly, waited three seconds, heard a response, then pushed the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang’s office was about thirty square meters, looking fairly spacious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the desk sat a computer, and atop it, a large golden toad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls displayed calligraphy and paintings—Assistant Yan didn’t know the artists, only that his boss claimed they were expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was, as always, a bookshelf filled with boxed volumes meant purely for show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sofa and coffee table were present, their styles outdated; on the table sat a complete tea set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this location, with this decor and arrangement…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan knew, clearly, it was wildly mismatched to Boss Fang’s wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, a round head emerged from behind the computer screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yan, finished the job? Why aren’t you home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, done,” Assistant Yan replied cautiously. “I thought you’d want this reported right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang smiled approvingly, stood up from behind the desk, and gestured to the sofa. “You worked hard. Sit down and tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang was short, looked under forty, and was thoroughly plump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His facial features were actually quite good—but the excess fat crushed his looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost thirty jin, he might barely qualify as a midlife handsome man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Boss Fang walk over and sit on the sofa, Assistant Yan didn’t sit immediately. Instead, he went to the desk, picked up his boss’s teacup, refilled it seven-tenths full, and placed it before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he sit down properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan briefly recounted the night’s events: the tenant had left as scheduled; he’d brought Uncle Qing and his team in, set up the ritual altar per Uncle Qing’s instructions, and Uncle Qing performed the rite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Uncle Qing told him it had been a complete success—the house was now pure, free of any evil or impurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang’s furrowed brow gradually smoothed; he nodded in satisfaction. “Good, good! You worked hard—I’ll give you a big red envelope before the New Year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, when Uncle Qing performed the ritual… you watched?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I don’t understand these things,” Assistant Yan chose his words carefully. “But the procedure looked no different from what Master Zi did before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, I don’t know the details—I could only notice that much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang thought for a moment. “Mm. That should be fine. He’s Master Zi’s senior brother—his cultivation must be stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan considered. “Then… may I go now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, rest,” Boss Fang smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about you? Why not go home too? The office is empty now… I can drop you off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang frowned again. “Damn it, no! Going home means noise—I’m here for peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help complaining: “Xiao Yan, tell me—why do women have so many demands? I’m out working all day to make money, she stays home in silk and gold, eating and drinking like a queen, yet still complains nonstop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m exhausted—I work myself to the bone to pay for her luxuries, and the harder I work, the more I owe her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan forced a nervous smile and kept his mouth tightly shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boss was complaining about his wife—he couldn’t possibly respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joining in? That’d be brain-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, when they made up, I’d be caught between both sides!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan sighed inwardly—you’re not tired at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hard, exhausting work? That’s all me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang was just venting—he didn’t expect an answer—so he waved his hand. “Go home. Don’t come in tomorrow morning. Sleep well. Come back in the afternoon to pick me up—we’re going to Luoyunzhai. I need to return a favor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan agreed and turned to leave…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sudden change!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling above, weakened by age and neglect—or perhaps material decay—collapsed in a large section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crash echoed as chunks of ceiling, lights, and debris rained down in a chaotic mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One piece nearly brushed Assistant Yan’s nose before crashing down just inches from his toes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the ceiling panel fell, along with shattered light tubes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden collapse stunned both men in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang, seated on the sofa, wasn’t hit—he reacted instantly by jerking backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he’d regained his wits, he let out an involuntary curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around his office—floor littered with broken ceiling tiles, wires, pipes, shards of glass…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at Assistant Yan, standing rigid, frozen in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang trembled as he stood. “Xiao Yan! You… you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried over, grabbed Assistant Yan’s arm. “Are you hurt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned Assistant Yan’s body—he looked unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan gave no reaction—he was too stunned to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang patted his arms and torso a few times before Assistant Yan snapped back to reality—and then his legs went weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the debris just in front of his toes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few centimeters away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fall landed less than two or three centimeters from where he’d been standing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there’d been no gap—if it had hit his head…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, it wouldn’t have killed him outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would’ve split his skull open, left him bleeding and battered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B-Boss, I’m fine, fine,” Assistant Yan finally found his voice, thoughts returning. “Are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine! Fuck!” Boss Fang scratched his scalp in frustration. “This damn building! It’s been this old for years! Tomorrow I’m filing a complaint with property management—they owe us compensation! Fuck! Fuck!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at the wreckage near Assistant Yan, eyes widening. “Fuck! Xiao Yan! You’ve got insane luck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thing missed you by a hair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, what luck!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan swallowed hard—and suddenly, a flash of insight struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached quickly into his chest pocket and pulled out a small cloth bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened it and poured out the contents, Assistant Yan’s hand began to tremble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cheap white jade tablet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it had shattered into several pieces!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Boss Fang spotted it and instinctively exclaimed, “Huh?” before quickly grabbing Assistant Yan’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A protective jade talisman?” Boss Fang, being knowledgeable, recognized it at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Assistant Yan’s face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did it come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T-two days ago, someone gave it to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang’s expression suddenly turned serious. He pulled Assistant Yan away a few steps, dragged him to the wall, and stared at him: “How did this jade talisman break?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I don’t know! When they gave it to me two days ago, it was still intact. I—I didn’t take it seriously, just tossed it into my coat pocket…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang’s eyes suddenly lit up. He asked with unusual seriousness: “Little Yan! Think carefully! You kept this talisman in your coat pocket… in these two days, did you accidentally damage it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like falling down, or bumping into someone, anything like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan took a deep breath, thought carefully, then shook his head firmly: “No, absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss, you know me—I’m always careful and cautious in everything I do…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang’s expression grew even more stunned: “Then… this jade talisman just saved you from disaster!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Boss Fang’s chubby face suddenly quivering with every muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Yan! Little Yan! This person is a cultivator! The one who gave you this talisman—must be a true master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is he? How did you meet him?! Quick, tell me!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan was unsettled by his boss’s excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Fang, you actually know this person too. It’s—the tenant who rented the house I was sent to perform the ritual in tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tenant?” Boss Fang was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he immediately had a thought: “Tenant… tenant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That makes sense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe he really is a master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who else would dare rent a haunted house?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought he was just some reckless fool… but now I see…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve met a master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Two chapters for today completed. 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