Chapter 271: He Ying

Brother Han Xiangzi, I’m begging you, I’m a local from Changancheng, 25, mentally sound—I know to dodge rain and don’t eat random stuff off the ground. I have no grand ambitions, just want a wife with a peach-shaped ass.—Su Ming gazed hopefully at the statue inside the Han Xiangzi Temple, making a wish at this temple famed for its uncanny efficacy.

Wish fulfilled: The Sucker’s Dream.

An Sheng, who had just arrived in front of the temple, froze upon seeing the wish that appeared in his mind, his expression clouded with confusion.

An Sheng had expected a strong start—earning ten or eight points of wish power from a single wish—but after reading its content, he immediately rejected it without hesitation.

“What the hell is this peach-shaped ass!? I’m gonna tattoo a succubus pattern right on your ass later!”

“Anyone who keeps that kind of figure is either rich, in fitness, in the special industry, or a livestreamer—dude, you’re really bold!”

An Sheng shifted his thought, browsing the list of wishes in his mind.

The temple he was currently in was the Han Xiangzi Temple, renowned locally for its efficacy in matters of romance.

Men and women who came here to pray were all seeking a good match.

When their prayers reached An Sheng’s wish list, they all revolved around romance; the men’s wishes were practical—just wanting a good girl.

The greedier ones asked only for a wealthy benefactress.

The women’s wishes made An Sheng’s teeth ache.

Some demanded a celebrity lover; others treated it like a face-customization game, specifying details down to the density of leg hair. Some, due to OCD, insisted their ideal partner’s “trajectory” be perfectly centered so they wouldn’t feel disturbed.

After reading all the wishes, An Sheng felt his entire fox body go numb.

The temple, handling outsourced wishes, carried names, addresses, and phone numbers—but they treated the Lord Fuli as if he were just another family member.

“Lin Ying, let’s go!”

After wandering briefly inside the Han Xiangzi Temple, the number of wishes accumulating in An Sheng’s mind kept rising. Hugged in Lin Ying’s arms, his head peeking out, An Sheng tugged her sleeve and whispered that he wanted to leave.

The wish pool had grown large enough—he planned to sort through them carefully that night.

“Ugh, why are they asking for money again? Why not just throw the cash into the sea? At least you’d hear a splash. Giving it to these scammers for free—I’m already busy.” After receiving her mother’s call, He Ying frowned, silently cursing under her breath. She glanced unconsciously toward Lin, the company chairwoman, who was touring the temple and hadn’t noticed her—she exhaled in relief. She didn’t understand the wealthy elite, but she’d seen rich people grow wary of relatives facing family crises.

Wish fulfilled: Save the startup (In the era of spiritual energy resurgence, many well-informed individuals exploited information asymmetry for profit, using people’s innate affinity for spiritual energy to stage so-called miracles. He Ying’s mother, who loved buying health supplements, had unknowingly triggered a massive scandal.)

“Huh?”

An Sheng, already preparing to leave, suddenly received another wish brimming with resentment.

After reading the wish, An Sheng turned his gaze toward He Ying, his expression turning peculiar.

“Her mom caused a huge mess—the wish’s condition is to save the travel agency? Looks like He Ying’s health-supplement-obsessed mom ran into a tech-savvy scam gang. A shattered family’s coming soon.”

If An Sheng remembered correctly, Lin’s great-grandfather had once told Lin Ying.

Human ancestors were born precisely during the resurgence of spiritual energy—or rather, it was the surge of spiritual energy that triggered human emergence.

Humans possess innate compatibility with spiritual energy; those who obtain spiritual grains enter a brief spiritual transformation state, becoming semi-finished spiritual beings.

According to the wish’s details, He Ying’s mother had encountered a group exploiting information asymmetry, leveraging human affinity for spiritual grains to amass wealth.

Possibly

He Ying currently knew nothing of this—she simply assumed her mother had bought more health supplements, draining her bank account’s checking pension funds, and had come to ask He Ying for more money to keep buying them.

As An Sheng pondered, Lin Ying picked up Lord Fuli and walked out, returning to the business vehicle.

“Lord Fuli says he’s tired from walking—has the room been arranged?”

Sitting in the back seat, Lin Ying asked Lin Bingyun, who had just taken the front passenger seat.

“The price is settled. They’ll bring the contract tonight. Custom furniture and appliance suppliers have all been scheduled—all work will be completed before September 1st.”

“I rented a flat temporarily for Lord Fuli to sleep and eat at night.”

Hearing Lin Ying’s question, Lin Bingyun answered smoothly, detailing the progress and final completion timeline.

“Good. Keep pushing the schedule. Since it’s still early evening, let’s buy a car. From Wang Qiqi’s tone, I feel Lord Fuli will often venture into the mountains—he needs a proper off-road vehicle, registered under the company.”

Lin Ying told Lin Bingyun.

As for vehicle registration, putting it under a private name was no issue.

But considering Lord Fuli’s usage needs, Lin Ying felt registering it under the company was better.

With the corporate logo on the body, minor violations would be overlooked; if the company had strong local influence, no one would question why a fox was driving.

Plus, it made targeted modifications easier—adapting the SUV to local terrain.

“Buy an off-road vehicle?” An Sheng stared at Lin Ying, astonished: “Really allowed?”

“Of course. One for city commuting, one for mountain trails—to protect the land and subdue beasts, Lord Fuli deserves a reward.” Lin Ying smiled, stroking the little fox’s head.

“Hahaha—I’m not nearly as good as you say. I just did what came naturally.”

Never having received praise before, An Sheng’s fox face flushed awkwardly under Lin Ying’s blunt compliment and head rub, his fur tinged red, his voice slightly shy.

“By the way—I overheard something. He Ying’s family might be in trouble. Let’s go check tonight? Feels serious.”

“Lord Fuli decides,” Lin Ying said.

Lin Bingyun, sitting in the front passenger seat, glanced through the rearview mirror at the back seat, her expression subtly odd.

Talking to the young master—who could swing a two-ton electric vehicle to crush Jin Qianbao—in baby talk.

Is this okay? Not really, is it?

“Also, Lord Fuli—I’ve ordered a new hammer. They asked if the handle should be wrapped in fabric, leather, or hand-wrapped non-slip silicone.”

Listening to Lin Ying, An Sheng gazed at her with the look of someone staring at a deity.

(End of Chapter)