[{"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-28":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},2275886,4450,"Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty-Three: How to Set the Price?","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-28",28,"\u003Cp>Yan assistant escorted Chen Yan home; before parting, Chen Yan told him: “I need to think carefully about Mr. Fang’s matter, do the math. Wait a while—if I find a way, I’ll contact you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan assistant left with countless thanks. After closing the door, Chen Yan walked into the living room, pulled out the two A4-paper-wrapped items from his chest, spread them on the coffee table, and fell into deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sheet held the sandalwood incense stick he had taken—already broken into two pieces during the journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other sheet held a small pinch of incense ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan began pondering a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This money—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I take it or not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The issue lies in this sandalwood incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan had studied the basic identification methods in the appraisal section of the secret manual, especially the authentication of materials used in talisman casting, and had memorized them well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sandalwood incense had a yellow thread and looked like the most common type on the market—but Chen Yan’s Qi perception could faintly sense a trace of lingering resentment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broke off a piece of the incense, rubbed it between his fingers until it turned to pulp, then pinched the ash and compared both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mixed with a bit of bone powder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The appraisal section mentioned this method: grind the bones of a being filled with resentment after death into powder, then… this substance could be used to release resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this method was cruel, not orthodox, so the appraisal section only described how to identify it, not how to make it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a thing was called “resentment bone powder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of these were powerful, others weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most vicious kind recorded in the manual was made from the bones of a stillborn infant—born too early to live, its resentment was strongest, making the resentment bone powder exceptionally vile and potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, it brought unrest to the household, endless illness and misfortune, eventually destroying the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such things were rare, and the method was too evil and difficult to perform—only deep-seated dark cultivators who walked the shadowed path would create them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ordinary kind was easy to obtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use animal bones ground into powder as a substitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what kind of animal bone replaced the infant’s bones? Most people would never guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Pig bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pigs were common livestock consumed by ordinary households.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But few knew pigs were actually highly intelligent animals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People say dogs understand human nature, that they are humanity’s friends, loyal companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, pigs are even more intelligent than dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all mammals, pigs rank among the highest in intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understand human nature better than dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With considerable intelligence and a touch of spiritual sensitivity, they naturally developed emotional fluctuations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using pigs to make 【resentment bone powder】 was far easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, such livestock materials were easy to obtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process was also less difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply slaughter a pig, skin and butcher it, leave only the skeleton, then grind and refine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pig could yield several catties of this resentment bone powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the manual, many tricksters and swindlers in the underworld favored using this to harm others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its effects were far milder than those of infant-bone resentment powder, and its harm was lesser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the level of resentment was lower, so the effects were weaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prolonged exposure to this resentment merely caused lethargy, insomnia, anxiety, or occasional minor illnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incense stick in Chen Nuo’s hand—this resentment bone powder mixed into sandalwood incense, somehow delivered to Mr. Fang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang liked to appear refined and occasionally lit one to calm his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the resentment slowly corroded and contaminated him, causing him to suffer occasional bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was clear now… someone was harming him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan narrowed his eyes in thought: the question was whether he should intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The benefit of intervening was simple: money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fang paid ten thousand for a broken Luo Pan—if Chen Yan solved this problem for him, he’d surely receive another substantial sum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the downside: he’d make an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was secretly harming Mr. Fang; if they could use this method, they were clearly no ordinary person—perhaps even a cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chen Yan saved Mr. Fang, and the enemy found out and traced it back to him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no blood ties or connection to Mr. Fang; there was no real reason to make an enemy just for money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the enemy might very well be a cultivator of evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money was tempting, but he didn’t lack money right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, Chen Yan suddenly remembered the sandalwood incense stick he’d seen in Mr. Fang’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The simple, ancient cloud-pattern wrapping on that paper tube.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan frowned: Luo Yun Zhai?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan put on a down jacket, deliberately turned up the collar, and wore a mask before stepping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a ride-hailing car straight to Mount Qixia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mount Qixia was in Jiangbei; Jin Ling city spanned both south and north of the river, so reaching Mount Qixia required crossing the river—a long journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mount Qixia had long been famous, home to a thousand-year-old temple with consistently heavy incense offerings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the thriving incense, nearby industries had grown over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the temple, a district gradually formed, selling antiques and treasures, calligraphy and paintings, and also practitioners of mysticism—fortune-tellers, physiognomists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where there was demand, there was foot traffic; where there was foot traffic, catering businesses sprang up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, it became a bustling commercial street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the year-end approaching, people across Dragon Country flocked to pray and worship—crowds grew even thicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan didn’t enter the temple; instead, he wandered the commercial street all morning, even ate lunch at a famous vegetarian restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that morning, he gathered the information he needed: the address of Luo Yun Zhai and some general details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t hard to find out—most practitioners of feng shui, divination, and physiognomy in the area were independents—nearly all of them frauds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a few had their own shops, courtyards, and large businesses, claiming lineage—true or false, no one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they presented themselves as legitimate and professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the entire street, perhaps three or five such places existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yun Zhai was the most famous among them. Chen Nuo had heard that its protective talismans were highly effective, that it housed a master, and that its fortune-telling and physiognomy were unparalleled—it was also renowned for feng shui consultations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many business owners came seeking its services.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan had heard similar rumors scattered around the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was ironic… right beside it stood a massive, bustling Buddhist temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here, people practiced feng shui, divination, and physiognomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t even the same path as the Buddhist monks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the people of Dragon Country had always believed in everything—didn’t care about such distinctions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon, Chen Yan sat on the second floor of a street-side teahouse, choosing a window seat, and ordered a pot of tea—the shop claimed it was Biluochun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan couldn’t tell good tea from bad, and the second floor was nearly empty, so he sat leisurely, watching across the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him was Luo Yun Zhai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the second-floor window, he could roughly make out the outline of Luo Yun Zhai:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front was a shop selling antiques, treasures, talismans, and carvings for warding off evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone sat inside, offering fortune-telling and physiognomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the shop were two courtyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sat there for nearly an hour, using the Heavenly Eye Qi Observation technique, scanning the entire compound of Luo Yun Zhai over ten times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He confirmed one thing… there was not a single trace of Qi fluctuation inside Luo Yun Zhai!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan frowned inwardly—this was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone could devise such a scheme to harm others, how could their home show no trace of magical activity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, their own spiritual grounds should have some kind of array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the simplest Qi-gathering and fortune-enhancing array—why not set one up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the shelf on the teahouse’s second floor: an incense burner with incense sticks lit, and beside it sat a tube of sandalwood incense—the packaging was identical to the one he’d found in Mr. Fang’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, he’d feigned small talk with the staff, who told him this incense was bought from the opposite shop—Luo Yun Zhai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the sandalwood here is the most ordinary kind, with no additives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from the packaging alone, it’s clear there’s no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lu Yun Zhai’s methods are downright despicable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They send this cursed sandalwood to Boss Fang to bring bad luck, then show up later to “solve” the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The money they make… it’s soul-corrupting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang, I’ve at least taken your hundred thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Chen Yan’s character, if you say he’s selfish, there’s truth to that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you say he’s cold, he certainly is—he grew up with the Old Grandma, no father, no mother, no relatives. His personality is quite reclusive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing: he still adheres to a certain sense of rules and morality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not much, but a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan didn’t want to make an enemy over Boss Fang. But he thought: I’ve taken Boss Fang’s hundred thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I give him just a useless broken Luo Pan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn’t that be pure fraud?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t be right to cheat outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learned the Old Grandma’s arts, and her manual laid down rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t “take money, remove disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I, Bao Ba, may eat your king’s salary, but you tell me to capture Master Tang and his disciples—do you think I’ve got the power to do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Old Grandma’s rule didn’t demand disaster removal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was: take money, lend effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the task succeeds or not, you still owe some effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So today, Chen Yan came just to check the situation first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If everyone at Lu Yun Zhai is just a bunch of ignorant fools, pure frauds who somehow learned this trick…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Chen Yan could safely take Boss Fang’s money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Lu Yun Zhai truly has a master inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Chen Yan would return the hundred thousand to Boss Fang, admit his skills are insufficient, and stay out of this matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bottom line isn’t high, but he still has one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After refilling the tea twice, when the pot had lost all flavor, Chen Yan, sitting on the second floor, saw a familiar figure walk out of Lu Yun Zhai across the street—it was Luo Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Luo Qing get into a car and leave, Chen Yan finally stood up and went downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled up the collar of his down jacket and put on his mask—many people dressed like this in winter, so it wasn’t conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan crossed the street and walked boldly into Lu Yun Zhai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending to be a random tourist, he wandered around the shop, looking here and there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These kinds of shops never had many customers; Chen Yan deliberately made the clerk show him several talismans—all useless trinkets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pretended to browse, waiting until the other two customers left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop now held only himself, the clerk who served him, and a man waiting for a fortune-telling session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fortune-teller sat in a side room, separated from the main area by a screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan pretended to haggle with the clerk over a stone statue of a Pixiu, then asked the clerk to turn and fetch another item from the shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the clerk turned, Chen Yan swiftly glanced around—no one nearby, and behind the curtain he could faintly hear the fortune-teller playing with his phone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan lifted his eyes to the target he’d already observed—the wooden plaque on the wall, inscribed with four large characters: Zi Qi Dong Lai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, Chen Yan pulled a prepared object from his pocket, infused it with Qi, and flicked it with his finger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something flew onto the plaque, landing precisely behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan feigned walking to the side, looked up from beneath the plaque’s edge, and confirmed the object was lodged behind the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angle was tricky; ordinary people wouldn’t notice unless they deliberately stood there and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The object Chen Yan flicked was something he’d prepared at home last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin wooden tablet, the size of a cigarette pack, with a talisman pasted on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talisman was drawn on yellow paper with cinnabar, its script copied from the secret manual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a [Jie Yun Cui Sun Talisman].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its effect was similar to the Jie Yun technique Chen Yan had used before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cultivation was still shallow; he could only draw three or five talismans. This one, he’d tried three times at home before succeeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had a time limit—once infused with Qi, its effect activated immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would fade naturally after about two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, standing in the shop, Chen Yan could clearly sense, through his Qi, a faint thread of Cui Sun energy slowly leaking from behind the plaque. Whoever absorbed too much of this energy would suffer misfortune—inevitably catching minor illnesses or accidents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect wasn’t powerful—but this was Chen Yan’s test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with cultivation, with Qi, standing in this shop, would sense this Cui Sun energy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people wouldn’t notice, but anyone with cultivation would see it like a light in darkness—even faint, it was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan planned to return in two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the talisman was gone from behind the plaque, it meant Lu Yun Zhai, though full of frauds, also had a skilled insider who found and removed it—then Chen Yan would drop the matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If, after two days, the talisman was still behind the plaque,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it meant not a single expert was inside—they hadn’t even noticed it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, there was nothing to fear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk turned back, handed Chen Yan the item he’d asked for. Chen Yan glanced at it briefly and found a flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to avoid drawing attention, he didn’t leave empty-handed—he deliberately bought a cheap talisman: fifty yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny, stone-carved Pixiu, poorly carved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk boasted it had been blessed by a nearby ancient temple—Chen Yan didn’t believe a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Lu Yun Zhai, Chen Yan headed home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Chen Yan sat at home meditating and cultivating Qi; when bored, he practiced drawing talismans in his study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Yan called to ask if he should visit Boss Fang’s home; Chen Yan made an excuse that his new Luo Pan wasn’t ready yet, postponing it two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the third day, Chen Yan went again to Mount Qixia’s Lu Yun Zhai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he entered, the clerk had changed—he sat slumped, yawning, and barely greeted Chen Yan, not even moving from his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan pretended to browse the counter, wandered around, then walked to the side and looked up at the “Zi Qi Dong Lai” plaque behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the crack, his talisman was still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan showed no reaction and left Lu Yun Zhai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days passed, and his low-level talisman, tossed into their shop, went unnoticed by everyone coming and going?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan smiled. It seemed Lu Yun Zhai had no real masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the commercial street, he hailed a cab, sat inside, and dialed a number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Assistant Yan—Boss Fang’s number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Fang, still recovering in the hospital?” Chen Yan smiled. “I’ve got something to discuss with you—yes, alone, just the two of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang, on the other end, seemed to sense something—he spoke seriously: “Alright, then please come to the hospital, Chen Laoshi. I’ll wait for you in my room—don’t worry, just the two of us. Assistant Yan isn’t here today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll be there soon.” Chen Yan hung up, already calculating in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… how much should I ask Boss Fang for this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Two chapters today, finished. 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