[{"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-27":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},2275885,4450,"Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-Two: Chen Yan","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-27",27,"\u003Cp>Chen Yan thought for a moment, then asked: “Has Mr. Fang encountered any strange people recently? Or come into contact with any unusual objects?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang pondered seriously: “Actually, no… Earlier, another master—ah, that Qing Shu from Luoyun Studio—you’ve met him too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had him examine me, and he asked me the exact same questions you did. I thought about it many times back then, but there really weren’t any suspicious people or incidents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Shu? That guy’s a fraud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan smiled inwardly but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the rules Old Grandma had told him during their idle chats: in such mysterious professions, of course, there are many frauds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the code is: see through but don’t expose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, many strange phenomena can’t be handled by others—not necessarily because they’re frauds, but because their cultivation is insufficient, or their expertise is specialized, and the techniques they learned simply don’t match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, it’s simple: if you expose them, you destroy their livelihood and make an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan continued: “Then, Mr. Fang, where do you usually go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s hard to say about distant times, but recently I mostly stay at the company, occasionally going home,” Mr. Fang said, thinking aloud. “Hmm… lately there’ve been some matters at home, so I’ve been visiting less. Most of my time is spent in the office. Just before this accident, I’d already been in the office for two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan nodded: “Then let’s start by visiting your company. If we find nothing, we’ll go to your home—would that be convenient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Convenient! I’ll have my assistant Yan accompany you to the company! If needed, he can also take you to my home!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Mr. Fang shouted loudly: “Xiao Yan!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan quickly pushed the door open—he’d clearly been waiting outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thorough: in his hands was indeed a cup of hot tea, somehow obtained, which he presented to Chen Yan with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yan, take Master Chen to our company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan immediately set down the tea: “No need to wait—let’s go now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang froze. Seeing Chen Yan rise, he suddenly felt uneasy: “Er… Master Chen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there something else, Mr. Fang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one more humble request,” Mr. Fang hesitated, then sighed. “To be honest, I’m truly frightened! You’re leaving now, and I don’t know how long this will take… and how long the matter will take to resolve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m worried—if something happens to me during this time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s mind stirred: “What do you mean, Mr. Fang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That talisman jade plaque you gave Assistant Yan… that… that…” Mr. Fang ventured cautiously, “Could I also ask you for one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang had witnessed the miraculous power of that jade plaque!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive chandelier crashed down—and Assistant Yan, standing right in the middle of the room, wasn’t even scratched!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jade plaque?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan was willing… but he had none left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d bought only two originally for testing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had cracked when he tried to channel his Qi into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining one, he’d carved with simple auspicious inscriptions during practice, and since he’d infused it with his own Qi, it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the man wanted one—and Chen Yan had none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Chen Yan knew clearly: Mr. Fang didn’t need a talisman at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d used his Sight of Qi and seen that the black aura on Mr. Fang had nearly vanished—and was still dissipating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The root of that black aura wasn’t on Mr. Fang himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chen Yan’s judgment was correct, as long as Mr. Fang stayed in the hospital and avoided contact with the person or object causing his misfortune, nothing else would happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came in a hurry and didn’t bring any such items,” Chen Yan shook his head, secretly feeling a pang of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Chen, please help me! Even though I’m lying in the hospital, I’m still terrified! Without something to protect me, I can’t feel safe—I dare not even close my eyes to sleep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Chen, I won’t ask for your gift for free—please grant me a treasure for protection,” Mr. Fang took a deep breath. “I’ll pay… one hundred thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred thousand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s heart stirred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought and thought…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he glanced at the Luo Pan in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah! Got it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Chen Yan feigned reluctance, took a deep breath. “Mr. Fang is sincere, and you’re destined to cross paths with me—I can’t turn you away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently tapped the Luo Pan, his expression tinged with faint reluctance: “This artifact has been with me since the very first day I began my studies. I’ve never parted from it for a single day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It has naturally absorbed some spiritual essence through me—let it be your keepsake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang’s eyes lit up instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh my!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the very beginning of his studies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never left his side for a single day!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This must be no ordinary object!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang had met many Daoist practitioners—those who carried such items always cherished them as treasured relics, carefully selected and preserved for years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely it radiated spiritual power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This young Master Chen had casually given Assistant Yan a broken jade plaque—and it worked wonders! Mr. Fang had examined that shattered jade closely: the quality was abysmal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he carried with him himself must be immeasurably superior!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, thank you so much, Master Chen, for parting with it!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang beamed: “Xiao Yan, quick! Transfer one hundred thousand to Master Chen’s account!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sighed as if reluctantly resigned, but inside he was laughing triumphantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t say a single lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Luo Pan really was the very first thing I held when I began studying geomancy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… you never asked how long I’ve been studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I have to tell you I’ve only been studying for less than twenty days?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the hospital, seated in the Mercedes-Benz driven personally by Assistant Yan, Chen Yan resisted the urge to pull out his phone and check the bank notification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re pretending to be a master, you must have some depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… that Luo Pan he’d bought online for 180 yuan—had it been sentient, would it ever have imagined it could one day be worth so much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at Mr. Fang’s company, they entered the somewhat aged office building at half past ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company was empty—the ceiling above Mr. Fang’s office had collapsed, and Assistant Yan had already ordered a company-wide holiday for the day, citing repairs by property management.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office was deserted. From the moment Chen Yan entered, he activated his Sight of Qi and scanned everything along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw nothing unusual in the open workspace. But as soon as he stepped into Mr. Fang’s office, he raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, a faint black aura lingered in the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint, elusive, yet endlessly persistent—thread by thread, spiraling slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old threads faded gradually, while new ones continuously emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sniffed, then sneezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately activated his Qi Circulation Technique, spreading Qi throughout his body—he’d studied little, hadn’t learned many spells, but this basic method of enveloping himself in Qi was the simplest form of self-protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s expression remained calm as he strode into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mess on the floor hadn’t been cleared; where the ceiling had collapsed, there was barely any space to step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan carefully walked to Mr. Fang’s desk and glanced at Assistant Yan: “Can you open the drawers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Mr. Fang’s keys are with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then open them all. Show me everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drawers held no valuables—just two packs of cigarettes, some personal seals, and various receipts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t important. Chen Yan glanced once and moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he pulled out one item, his eyes narrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a long paper tube, about the thickness of a thumb, wrapped in simple, ancient-style illustrations with cloud patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the lid, he found a cylinder of sandalwood incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin sticks tightly packed together, but with visible gaps—several had been used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan now understood. He feigned casualness, turned, and smiled at Assistant Yan: “Sandalwood incense? Your boss has refined tastes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Assistant Yan replied cautiously with a smile. “Our boss believes in mysticism and likes such things. He’s heard sandalwood calms the spirit, so sometimes he lights one while drinking tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Assistant Yan pointed—Chen Yan saw a small incense burner on a shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan said nothing, set the incense tube down, then deliberately picked up several other items on the desk and examined them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paperweights, golden toads, and such…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted each item, inspected each thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Chen Yan cleared his throat: “I’m thirsty. Assistant Yan, do you have water?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Uh… since the ceiling collapsed, I had property management cut the power, so we can’t boil water for tea. We still have bottled mineral water—would that be acceptable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan feigned hesitation: “Do you have cola?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Yan Assistant thought: This young master is different. In the past, the masters my boss hosted always drank tea—black tea, green tea, compressed tea—always picking the best, the most expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one actually likes cola.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a vending machine downstairs—I’ll go buy you a bottle! Just wait a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan feigned polite refusal for a moment, but Yan Assistant had already dashed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Yan Assistant left, Chen Yan’s polite smile vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan picked up the sandalwood incense stick again, pulled one out, and brought it close to his nose to sniff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent seemed like nothing more than ordinary sandalwood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chen Yan’s Qi had entered his body, sharpening his senses, making him especially sensitive to the flow of cosmic Qi and all manner of malevolent influences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(This smells like… a trace of grievance?)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking for a moment, Chen Yan walked out to the open office area, pulled two sheets of A4 paper straight from a printer tray, then returned to Fang’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped one incense stick in a sheet of A4 paper and tucked it into his pocket. Then he picked up the incense burner from the shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burner itself was fine—brass, heavy in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some ash remained inside, uncleaned. Chen Yan pinched a small amount between his fingers, rubbed it gently, then laid another sheet of A4 on the desk, poured some ash onto it, wrapped it up, and slipped it into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished, Chen Yan carefully scanned the room, confirmed no trace remained, then walked back out to the office area without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few minutes, Yan Assistant returned with cola. Chen Yan opened it casually, took a few sips, then smiled: “Nothing more to do. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um… did you notice anything unusual?” Yan Assistant asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet,” Chen Yan shook his head. “I need to think more, calculate carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… shall I take you to Mr. Fang’s home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan deliberately checked his phone: “Not today. It’s already noon. I have to practice in the afternoon—my cultivation method requires fixed hours, no breaks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Fang’s home…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan smiled lightly: “I already sold my Luo Pan to your boss. To inspect a residence, I need to assess feng shui—showing up empty-handed won’t do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In a couple of days, I’ll make a new Luo Pan artifact, then pay Mr. Fang a visit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>",1882,"2026-06-20T00:04:18.515Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","394e6b878dd43383683cc1c2a641b8e9a7195f12fe916fdc22b547f0d161ca2b","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-28","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-26",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjust-stop-using-your-divine-powers-cover.jpg"]