Chapter 211: The Ancestor of the Dao Would Forgive

Old Master Huang didn't know about the Azure Dragon Qi or the Four Directions Qi, but he knew his mansion was taller than any other house in town—he remembered his father saying it had been designed by a high master, that their family was like heaven itself, and that as long as they lived here, their descendants would forever enjoy wealth and be sustained by tenant farmers and servants.

Over the years, their family's fortunes had indeed grown better.

But no matter how good or powerful their family became, they could never match the power of the Zhang family of Long Hushan.

If the Zhang family found out their family had severed the Azure Dragon Qi, could they still live in this mansion?

If they believed their family had done it on purpose, could they even survive?

Putting himself in the Zhang family's place, Old Master Huang felt he would surely kill anyone who dared block his family's fortune.

And according to the Immortal's words, this wasn't just about the Zhang family—it involved the entire Daoist lineage, meaning they'd be enemies with all Daoist priests in the land?

Old Master Huang quickly knelt and pleaded: "Immortal, please save my entire Huang family—hundreds of us! I truly knew nothing! I didn't know our mansion had severed the Azure Dragon Qi…"

Old Master Huang wiped his tears: "Please, Immortal, speak well of me before the high Daoists of Long Hushan—I…"

Pan Yun sneered, "Are you this terrified of mere Daoist priests from Long Hushan? To appease their anger is simple—tear down this mansion. It's just a matter of whether Old Master Huang is willing to let it go."

Huang Shijian paused, weighing his words: "Immortal, this is our ancestral home—I'm unwilling to tear it down. Is there another way?"

Pan Yun's expression softened slightly, yet remained icy: "I have many methods—but whether Old Master Huang dares to use them is another matter."

Seeing Miao Zhen stole a glance at Pan Yun, met her gaze, and immediately grew solemn: "Old Master Huang, our junior aunt fears nothing from Long Hushan. The real question is: do you fear it? Do you truly wish to keep this house, or are you merely flattering our junior aunt? Fengshui and fate are like healing a patient—most forbidden is the master hiding the truth."

Huang Shijian rolled his eyes, wiped his tears, and stood up: "Do you and Long Hushan have a feud?"

Seeing Miao Zhen: "No feud—our junior aunt merely dislikes Long Hushan's arrogance, as if they alone rule heaven and earth."

Huang Shijian looked confused: "But isn't Dàshàngqīnggōng tied to the entire Daoist lineage?"

Pan Yun sneered: "That's only what Long Hushan claims. Southern Daoists accept it. Our Northern sect does not."

Huang Shijian suddenly understood, convinced he'd figured it out: "Immortal, I truly didn't know our mansion severed the Azure Dragon Qi—my ancestors certainly didn't either. It was all an accident."

"Our family has lived here for generations—all our wealth is here. We naturally don't want to leave. Please help us, and make sure no one notices." He hinted: "My family is willing to offer you long-term offerings."

Pan Yun's lips curled slightly: "Do you merely wish no one to notice—or do you wish to go further?"

Her gaze swept the main hall, pointedly remarking: "The site of this mansion is excellent, the layout perfect—but too perfect. Excess invites decline. Your family cannot hold so much fortune. If I'm right, someone in your household suffers a flaw."

Huang Shijian's face tightened slightly, his deference fading: "Yes—I have a son who has been mentally impaired since childhood."

Pan Yun glanced at him and shook her head: "No, your son's condition isn't caused by your family's inability to hold fortune—it's due to your accumulated sins. The flaw from your family's excess fortune lies in lifespan."

Huang Shijian's face turned pale—he suddenly remembered: his family ate well, lived in luxury, should have had four generations under one roof, even five—but they'd never even reached three. His grandfather died before fifty, his father at forty-eight, and he himself was already forty-three!

Huang Shijian had no time to think further: "What do we do? Immortal, please save me!"

Pan Yun regarded him coolly, silent.

Huang Shijian's face shifted again—he called the steward and whispered for him to bring a tray of silver.

The steward left and soon returned with a tray holding ten silver ingots.

Each ingot weighed ten taels—ten made one hundred taels.

Huang Shijian pushed the tray toward Pan Yun: "Please, Immortal, save me."

Pan Yun glanced at the ingots and sneered: "Just save you?"

Huang Shijian said: "And please preserve this ancestral home—leave it untouched."

Pan Yun continued sneering: "Old Master Huang, you're not being honest."

Huang Shijian swallowed hard: "Immortal, since the fengshui here is so excellent, it's best not to alter it too much—let my family enjoy fortune indefinitely. But please also mend this flaw—and cure my son's mental impairment… Furthermore, I wish this fengshui arrangement to benefit my descendants."

"Immortal may not know—I've been married for years, with many wives and concubines, yet I have only one son and three daughters. There seems to be a flaw in offspring—how can I adjust it so the Azure Dragon Qi favors descendants?"

Pan Yun: "Now you're being honest."

She said: "Everyone has selfish desires. Your family occupies heaven's timing and earth's advantage—how could you not be tempted? This opportunity has fallen to you—it belongs to you."

Old Master Huang nodded eagerly: "Yes, yes, yes—I thought the same." Pan Yun did not take the silver, pushed the tray back, and rose: "No need for money. I've entered the mortal world to cultivate. Had I no affinity with your Huang family, and had you not accidentally severed Long Hushan's Azure Dragon Qi, your family's meager virtue wouldn't have moved me to act."

She frowned: "It's late. I don't sleep, but my two junior disciples do. Are you planning to keep me chatting all night like this?"

Old Master Huang hurried: "Quickly, quickly—clean out the Pine and Cypress Courtyard! Invite the Immortal to stay there!"

The Pine and Cypress Courtyard wasn't the best in the Huang estate—but it was the finest guest quarters in the front courtyard.

Old Master Huang urged the steward: "Food and wine—send them to the Pine and Cypress Courtyard at once!"

He wanted to dine and drink with Pan Yun to deepen their bond, but she coldly and disdainfully refused.

Huang Shijian dared not insist—he watched servants bring the food, placed a pair of chopsticks down, then bowed and left with a forced smile.

Outside the Pine and Cypress Courtyard, his smile vanished—he straightened his bent back, face cold: "Do you believe her?"

The steward dared not say whether it was true or false.

He only ventured: "This Daoist priest seems to possess deep magic power—when she stood on the roof, a fire dragon seemed to emerge behind her. She arrived and immediately sensed our Azure Dragon Qi—could she possibly be connected to dragons?"

Old Master Huang pondered: "Possibly. My father did hire a high master to build this house—my grandfather was still alive then. Soon after the house was finished, my grandfather…"

The more he reasoned, the more uneasy he grew—could it be that the mansion's fortune was too great, and their family simply couldn't bear it?

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Old Master Huang's breathing quickened—he felt a tightness in his chest.

The steward startled: "Master…"

Huang Shijian clutched his chest: "I must live—Cong'er has no children yet. I cannot die."

He believed her now—the steward grew even more respectful toward Pan Yun: "Shall I assign a few clever servants to attend the three Immortals?"

Old Master Huang nodded: "Choose young, sharp ones—assign two to the junior Daoists. Find out their origins and sect. I heard—they seem to have a feud with Long Hushan."

"A feud is good—it's only because they have a feud that we can survive. Otherwise, if this mansion's secret gets out, Long Hushan might not kill us, but they'll flatten the house."

This was their family's house—built at great cost, standing for decades, with such excellent fengshui—why should they tear it down?

To be built atop the Azure Dragon Qi's vein is our Huang family's fortune—why should Long Hushan enjoy all the benefits while we cannot?

In my opinion, the Zhang family is inferior to us Huangs.

Shutting the door, Pan Yun ladled a bowl of food for Pan Xiaohei and placed it by the window: "Eat while keeping watch. We need to speak in private."

Pan Xiaohei glanced at her, walked to the window, and lay down.

Inside the room, three heads pressed together. Pan Yun praised Miao Zhen, "Your improvisation today was excellent. Remember, we are now Daoist Priests of the Northern Sect—we simply refuse to submit to Long Hushan, and we even have a grudge against Long Hushan. Our coming to the Huang family is mainly to target Long Hushan, and to do some merit on the way."

Miao Zhen and Miao He nodded repeatedly, but Miao Zhen could not help asking, "Little Xiao Shishu, has this residence really cut off the Azure Dragon Qi of Long Hushan?"

"What are you thinking?" Pan Yun said, "Azure Dragon Qi is that easy to cut off? This residence isn't even on the same line as the Grand Shangqing Palace. That was nonsense I made up. But the feng shui of this residence really is good—living here, wealth will flourish, and the body will be a bit healthier too."

Miao Zhen: "But the physiognomy of their family looks like their lifespans aren't all that great."

Miao He raised her hand: "I know, that's because their family's health is bad, it's innate."

"Not bad," Pan Yun said, "Looking at Huang Shijian's complexion, his family clearly has a hereditary disease. His son was born a fool, so you can see the disease is no light matter. I've asked around—his parents were cousins. That he didn't become a deformed child or an idiot was luck. Looking at his face, he doesn't have many years left either. This residence can be considered beneficial to him. If he hadn't lived in a place with such good feng shui, combined with his family's wealth, he would have died peacefully a few years earlier."

So when she said this residence had good feng shui, she wasn't lying at all.

Miao Zhen: "Little Xiao Shishu, you didn't take money, so what are we going to get from the Huang family?"

Pan Yun: "Not taking money now doesn't mean we won't take it later, but money is a small matter. Our main purpose in coming to the Huang family is merit. Don't you also feel those villagers live hard lives? Then let's come and lend them a hand."

"Sigh, some things, to be honest, can't achieve the goal directly, so they can only be achieved through unorthodox means. Even if the Patriarch of the Dao knew, he would forgive our nonsense. Wouldn't you say so?"

Miao Zhen and Miao He nodded fiercely together, "Right!"

(End of this chapter)