Chapter 94: Cheng Tiansi

"Master Zhang, how much for this Fire Spirit Jade? I'll buy it!"

Zhang Banxian waved his hand, pretending to be generous.

"Chief Cheng, we feel like old friends at first sight; consider this Fire Spirit Jade a gift from this humble Taoist for our meeting."

His voice carried a hint of generosity,

"However, this humble Taoist has a small request."

Cheng Daqiang quickly spoke:

"Master Zhang, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will certainly comply!"

Zhang Banxian gave a faint smile, a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes.

"This humble Taoist's funds are a bit tight lately; I need a sum to repair the Taoist temple."

His voice bore a hint of probing,

"Chief Cheng, I wonder if you could lend this humble Taoist ten million?"

Cheng Daqiang was startled, then burst into hearty laughter.

"I was just wondering what the matter was!"

He waved his hand nonchalantly, saying offhand,

"Ten million is nothing, a trifle!"

After speaking, he immediately pulled out a check, scribbling a string of numbers.

"Master Zhang, here's ten million, please take it!"

He handed the check to Zhang Banxian, a smug smile on his face.

Zhang Banxian took the check, greed flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you, Chief Cheng, for your generous contribution!"

"This humble Taoist will now set up a Fengshui Arrangement for you, ensuring wealth flows in and you rise step by step!"

After speaking, Zhang Banxian began busily working in the office.

He took out a Compass, measured around, muttering incantations.

Cheng Daqiang stood nearby, watching with eager anticipation.

He believed that after Zhang Banxian's arrangement, his fortune would become even more prosperous, and his career could just take a step up!

Cheng Daqiang was immersed in the beauty of his fantasy,

Suddenly, Zhang Banxian's complexion changed.

He violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body swaying as if about to collapse.

"Puff!"

Fresh blood stained the ground crimson, a shocking sight.

Cheng Daqiang jumped in fright, hurried forward and supported Zhang Banxian.

"Master Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Banxian's face turned pale, his eyes filled with terror.

"Bad! Someone has broken my spell!"

His voice was weak, bearing a hint of disbelief.

"I placed the Yin Sha Object in Murong Wan's office, and it was deciphered by someone."

"Moreover, the other party used that Yin Sha Object to backfire on me!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Daqiang couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

"What? How could this be possible?"

"In this world, there are still people capable of breaking your spell?"

Zhang Banxian wiped the blood from his mouth corner, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"That person's cultivation is powerful, far from ordinary."

"I must locate him as soon as possible, or the repercussions will be endless!"

Cheng Daqiang's complexion grew gloomy, a strong unease rising in his heart.

He hadn't expected the matter to develop to this point.

He originally thought that with Zhang Banxian's involvement, everything was under control.

But now, a mysterious master has appeared, shattering his plan.

This made him angry while a trace of apprehension also surfaced in his heart.

"Master Zhang, what should we do now?"

Zhang Banxian took a deep breath, striving to calm himself.

"Chief Cheng, don't panic yet."

His voice was low, bearing a hint of comfort.

"Though this person is formidable, he is not unbeatable."

"As long as we find him and join forces, we can definitely eliminate him!"

Cheng Daqiang heard this, a spark of hope flashing in his eyes.

"Right! We must find him!"

His voice was firm, with a hint of ferocity.

"No matter who he is, daring to ruin my good plans, I will make him pay!"

Zhang Banxian nodded, a trace of sinister resolve flashing in his eyes.

"Chief Cheng, rest assured, this humble Taoist will definitely help you find him."

When the time comes, we will join forces and surely leave him no place to be buried!

The two were about to discuss how to lure out the hidden expert beside Murong Wan, but just then a sudden knocking on the door interrupted their conversation.

Thump thump thump!

The knocking was urgent and forceful, echoing in the spacious office.

Cheng Daqiang frowned, a flash of impatience crossing his eyes.

Who is it? Didn't I say not to bother me?

He flung the door open, and a blast of cold wind carrying a chill swept over him.

Outside stood an old man, thin and wiry, with sharp spirits.

The old man wore a Tang-style outfit, rolling a pair of dark, heavy walnuts in his hands, his face grim.

Cheng Daqiang froze for a moment, and upon seeing who it was, his impatience vanished instantly.

In its place came a hint of surprise and panic.

Second, Second Uncle? How did you come here?

Standing at the doorway was none other than the Cheng family's Second Master, Cheng Tianci.

Cheng Tianci let out a cold snort, his gaze sweeping past Cheng Daqiang to land on Zhang Banxian inside the office.

His eyes were sharp, as if they could see through everything, exuding the aura of a superior.

Zhang Banxian felt his heart tremble inexplicably under that glance, making him dare not meet his eyes.

Daqiang, you're becoming more and more outrageous!

Cheng Tianci's voice was low, tinged with reproach.

The company is at a critical juncture, yet you're dabbling in these heretical tricks here!

Look at yourself—what sort of appearance is that!

Cheng Tianci walked into the office, his gaze sweeping over Cheng Daqiang and finally resting on Zhang Banxian. His tone was full of contempt,

Is this the master you invited?

In my view, he's just a wandering swindler!

Zhang Banxian heard it, and a raging fire burned in his heart.

He was, after all, a feng shui master renowned far and near; how could he ever have endured such an insult?

"Old man, watch your words!"

Zhang Banxian's voice was low and grim, and a cold glint flickered in his eyes,

"I, a humble monk, am not someone you can slander at will!"

Cheng Tianci sneered, his gaze growing even more contemptuous.

"What? Did I hit the mark and make you angry and ashamed?"

"With your three‑legged cat skill, you still dare to call yourself a master?"

"What a joke!"

Zhang Banxian trembled with anger, a fierce resolve flashing in his eyes.

"Old man, stop being shameless!"

"Believe it or not, I'll let you see what real sorcery truly is!"

Cheng Tianci heard this and, as if something amusing had been said, couldn't help but laugh heartily toward the sky,

"Fine! I'd love to see what skills you have!"

Zhang Banxian stopped wasting words, pulled a Talisman from his bosom, and muttered incantations.

He tossed the Talisman into the air; it spontaneously ignited and turned into a Fireball.

The Fireball hovered in the air, radiating scorching heat as if it would incinerate everything.

A hint of smugness flashed in Zhang Banxian's eyes; he believed this move would be enough for Cheng Tianci to witness his prowess.

"Go!"

He shouted sharply, and the Fireball shot like an arrow from a bow toward Cheng Tianci.

Cheng Daqiang watched from the side, terrified; he hadn't expected Zhang Banxian could actually wield sorcery.

He hurried aside, fearing the Fireball might affect him.

Cheng Tianci, however, stood his ground, unmoving, with not a hint of fear on his face.

His gaze remained calm, as if the incoming thing were not a Fireball but a moth drawn to flame.

Just as the Fireball was about to strike Cheng Tianci, a figure suddenly appeared before him.

The person wore a black suit, was towering, and had a stern countenance.

He raised his hand and waved it off lightly.

A gust of Strong Wind roared out, blowing the Fireball back in reverse.

"Ah!"

Zhang Banxian let out a wail, was struck by the Fireball, and was hurled backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

His clothes were singed, his skin burned, leaving him in a miserable state.