Chapter 9: Chapter Eight: Meeting the Calamity

Chen Yan’s expression turned grave.

Since he learned the “Qi Yun Zhou Shu,” he’d been obsessed with it, itching to calculate his fortune eight times a day.

If all occult arts didn’t drain a bit of primordial qi, he might have done it even more.

He remembered clearly—he’d calculated his journey’s fortune last night, and it had been smooth sailing, no danger at all.

Then why, after boarding the plane, did it…

That means, someone on this plane is cursing me!

Thinking of this, Chen Yan immediately took a deep breath, channeling primordial qi into his eyes, then squinted and used the Heaven’s Eye Qi-Viewing Method to scan the surroundings.

What he saw…

【Holy shit, where did this black qi come from?!】

He saw that in the cabin, every passenger in first class—men, women, young, old—each had faint, almost invisible strands of black qi swirling above their heads. Even the flight attendants were no exception.

And these strands of black qi drifted toward him, originating from the economy class in the back.

Chen Yan’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately rose from his seat and walked toward the economy class.

Along the way, the economy class was the same: every passenger had several thin strands of black qi wrapped around their heads, and all these strands converged from a single direction.

Chen Yan walked all the way to the last row of economy class and stopped there.

The plane wasn’t full; in the last row of economy class, only the window seat on the left side was occupied.

A small, slender figure sat there, wrapped in a bulky cotton coat, head bowed, hood pulled low, curled up in the window seat as if asleep.

Chen Yan used his Qi-Viewing Method and saw a thick, dense mass of black qi swirling above the person’s head—like dark clouds pressing down!

Not only thick, but still gathering, growing heavier…

Found the source!

This person might as well have a sign on them: Misfortune Personified!

Chen Yan stood there, calculating with his fingers. With this level of black qi, this was genuine blood disaster-level misfortune!

And the black qi was still slowly accumulating. If this trend continued, this person’s misfortune would drag down everyone on the flight!

Looking at the black clouds looming overhead, this calamity was no small matter!

Chen Yan instantly broke into a cold sweat.

His mind raced through the various methods for reversing fortune recorded in the manual…

He’d seen many, but all were advanced techniques beyond the reach of a beginner like him.

Besides, he had no magical tools.

In his panic, a sudden idea struck him—a makeshift solution. It wouldn’t fix the root cause, though.

A method called “Breaking the Calamity” mentioned in the manual.

Qi fortune, whether positive or negative, accumulates gradually.

When negative qi accumulates to a certain point, it forms what’s called a “calamity.”

To break a major calamity, besides the expensive, proper fortune-reversal spells, there’s another method—temporary at best:

Preemptively meet the calamity.

Sounds complicated, but it’s simple: say your misfortune is building up, and when it peaks, it’ll unleash a massive blood disaster—ranging from serious injury to death.

But what if, before that blood disaster fully forms, you just… get your period?

Then you’ve already bled.

That’s called “meeting the calamity.”

Like a reservoir: before it fills completely, you drill a hole—water drains out, the pressure drops, and it takes much longer to fill again…

Thinking of this, Chen Yan sighed, glanced helplessly around, clenched his fist, and leaned close to the person.

Only when he got closer did he realize it was a girl—her face looked very young.

Her features weren’t strikingly beautiful, but delicately refined.

Full of collagen, her appearance was the kind of innocent, cute, soft-girl type.

Chen Yan said nothing, his resolve unshaken, his expression calm as he moved closer.

He first gently tapped her shoulder with his left hand.

The girl, who had been resting with her head down, instinctively looked up and murmured, “Hm?”

She saw a clean-cut young man staring at her.

The next second…

A fist came straight at her face!

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“Ahh!!”

A scream—the fist landed squarely on the cute girl’s delicate nose.

Blood gushed out immediately; she clutched her face, bent over, and groaned in pain.

Chen Yan’s expression didn’t change. His gaze remained calm.

He never had any extra sympathy for women.

No matter how cute she was, what did it matter to him? She wasn’t his woman.

Besides, under the threat he’d sensed, faced with the choice between “this stranger girl suffers” and “I get cursed,” Chen Yan chose the former without hesitation.

As the blood kept flowing, the girl whimpered “Ooooh.”

Chen Yan saw clearly: the thick black cloud above the girl’s head rapidly thinned out…

And the tense, dangerous feeling in his own chest vanished just as quickly.

Chen Yan exhaled in relief.

At least, before the plane landed, her blood calamity wouldn’t trigger.

The tension and danger faded. Chen Yan looked at the girl, clutching her nose, whimpering pitifully—blood trickling from between her fingers, her eyes wide with shock, her body shrinking back.

“Y-you… ooooh, who are you… ooooh…”

Her voice was soft.

Chen Yan squinted, saying nothing.

There’s been a long-standing online speculation: if you punch such a cute soft girl, will she cry for a long time?

Yeah, she will cry for a long time.

Tested firsthand.

Actually, Chen Yan held back his strength—he didn’t hit with full force.

Otherwise, the girl wouldn’t just have a bloody nose—her nasal bone would’ve been shattered.

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The commotion drew attention from passengers in front; some turned around, gasping.

“Oh my! What’s going on?!”

“Fighting! There’s fighting!”

Chen Yan didn’t panic or show guilt.

His punch was for self-preservation, for saving everyone on the plane, and even for saving this girl drowning in black qi.

I’m doing a good deed…

Chen the Good Samaritan comforted himself.

He was about to speak a few words to explain…

“Don’t move!!”

A sharp voice came from behind.

Chen Yan instinctively replied, “Huh?”

A strong force slammed into his back—he stumbled forward, then two hands seized him and pinned him to the ground.

Chen Yan wisely made no resistance, raising both hands high and lying flat on the floor.

A voice behind him barked:

“Don’t move! I’m the flight security officer! Don’t move!!”

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His thousand-yuan first-class seat was out of the question now.

For the rest of the journey, Chen Yan sat in the last row of economy class, wedged into the window seat on the right.

Beside him sat a plainclothes flight security officer with a hostile expression.

Essentially, a flight cop.

Fine, he couldn’t even sit comfortably—his hands were clasped in front, thumbs locked inside a white plastic sleeve…

It was a makeshift handcuff.

For the rest of the journey, Chen Yan would have to stay in this position.

Across the aisle, a flight attendant brought the girl water and medical cotton from the plane’s kit…

Then took her away and moved her to a seat up front.

Hmm, Chen Yan guessed—she’d been moved to first class…

To his seat?

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Murmurs from passengers—“This guy’s crazy,” “Why’d he suddenly punch a little girl?” “Probably a lunatic”—drifted into Chen Yan’s ears.

His Qi entered his body; after entering the Foundation Establishment stage, his senses—beyond just heightened awareness—became far sharper than before.

Moments later, two flight attendants pushed a cart over to distribute drinks; when they looked at Chen Yan, their eyes betrayed unmistakable disgust and fear as they stole glances at him.

Chen Yan thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke: “Excuse me…”

The security officer beside Chen Yan immediately glared at him, jabbed him with his elbow, and growled, “What are you doing? Don’t cause trouble!”

Chen Yan’s expression didn’t change; he only looked at the flight attendant he had stopped: “Is she alright?”

Flight attendant: “…”

After hesitating, the flight attendant shook her head, then quickly pushed the cart away.

Chen Yan glanced at the security officer beside him, who still wore a hostile expression, fell silent, closed his eyes to rest, and began pondering his strategy after the plane landed.

Sigh… my abilities are still insufficient. If I knew more advanced arcane arts, why would I have to resort to such crude methods as [preemptive disaster evasion]?

I must practice harder when I return.

Huh?

As Chen Yan pondered, he suddenly felt a subtle, peculiar sensation throughout his body—like standing in a fine spring rain, soft as cowhair, warm and gentle, like silken threads caressing and washing over his skin.

Qi…

Is it rising?!

Chen Yan’s heart stirred.

What did I just do?

He snapped back to awareness, and a strange thought flashed through his mind:

Could it be… I just helped that girl evade her disaster, breaking her blood calamity?

And my Qi circulation… improved?

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“Name!”

“Chen Yan.”

“Gender!”

“Male.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-two.”

At Jin Ling Airport’s police office, Chen Yan had been transferred to one of the rooms.

Sitting in his seat, his hands were still restrained by the simple plastic handcuffs.

Two airport police officers sat across from him, taking statements.

What Chen Yan didn’t know was that in the next room, the girl he had punched was also giving her statement.

Actually, on the way here, Chen Yan had already decided how to respond to the police.

Telling the truth was out of the question.

Should he say: “I have arcane arts—I saw this woman’s blood calamity, and if I didn’t act, the whole flight might have been doomed”?

Or: “I made her bleed to avert her disaster”?

If he dared say any of that, he’d likely be sent straight to a hospital for a psychiatric evaluation.

So Chen Yan’s explanation was simple:

“I mistook her for someone else.”

“Mistaken identity? Even if you did, you still can’t hit someone!!” the officer barked.

Chen Yan nodded, conceding: “Yes, Officer, I was wrong. It was my fault.”

“Even if you mistook her, you still need a reason to hit her!”

“Uh…” Chen Yan paused, then said: “I mistook her for my ex-girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend? Still no excuse to hit her!” the older officer frowned. “What exactly happened?”

Chen Yan kept his expression calm:

“My ex stole the money I was saving for rent, bought a wedding dress, and went to see her idol’s concert. When she came back, she called me stingy and kicked me.”

The two officers: “…………”

Chen Yan didn’t feel he was lying.

Was it true? Yes, it was.

It just wasn’t his own story.

The two officers seemed momentarily speechless. After a pause, they resumed procedure.

Asked for his workplace.

None—he had recently resigned.

Notify family members?

No parents; his grandmother had been buried only days ago.

“Are you willing to apologize and compensate?”

“Yes,” Chen Yan replied promptly and sincerely: “I’m willing to apologize face-to-face to the girl and cover all medical and property damages.”

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【Everyone, please follow and collect!】

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