As An Antique Shop Owner, It's Only Reasonable That I Know A Bit Of Magic - Chapter 109

Having made up his mind, the demon began using the bloodline connection to lull the distant Rowan into a deep sleep, intending to infiltrate her dreams and create illusions.

But soon, he opened his eyes, gnashing his teeth in fury!
Not only was the bloodline contract suppressed, but now he couldn’t even manage the simple task of entering Rowan’s dreams to guide her.

A powerful shielding force continuously repelled his will.

Now, he couldn’t even get close to Rowan!

He, who always presented himself with elegance, was utterly enraged.

This power, this aura!
He had felt it before!
It was that guy, the one who had stolen the soul of the astrologer bound to him by contract.

In such a short time, he had ruined his plans again!

Damn it! Despicable!
He would tear that guy to pieces!
It took quite a while for the demon to calm down.

The path of luring Rowan back through dream guidance was now blocked.

All he could do now was focus entirely on helping her mother—the woman currently before him—escape the family’s imprisonment!

Far away in Los Angeles, Su Fan was completely unaware that he had driven the demon to the brink of losing its mind.

Because, at this moment, he was utterly absorbed in cultivation.

[You regulate your breathing, focus your spirit, and look inward. The amount of Qi within your body has increased once more.]

[The Qi inside your body has begun to gradually transform. You feel you have vaguely touched upon a barrier.]

[Yuqing Realm: 9%]

As the prompt echoed in his mind, Su Fan stopped regulating his breathing and opened his eyes.

It seemed a breakthrough was imminent.

Having cultivated until now, this was the first time Su Fan had encountered a bottleneck. Yet, he felt no distress; instead, he was somewhat relieved.

An overly smooth journey wasn’t truly the path of cultivation. Touching this barrier now was actually a good thing.

Even if this bottleneck felt like it would shatter at the slightest touch.

In his spare time, Su Fan found himself pondering his own realm.

According to Taoist legends, the highest among the Three Pure Ones is the Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning, who resides in the Yuqing Realm, followed by the Celestial Venerable of Lingbao of the Shangqing Realm, and then the Supreme Elder Lord of the Taiqing Realm.

He obviously couldn’t just skip two entire realms…

So why did the Yuqing Realm come first?
Su Fan thought while flipping through a book.

By chance, he turned to the Nine Songs written by Qu Yuan.

During the Warring States period, Qu Yuan was deeply trusted by King Huai of Chu in his early years, managing both internal and external affairs. One extremely important activity under his charge was conducting sacrifices.

The Nine Songs was actually a collection of ritual music he compiled and rearranged specifically for sacrificial ceremonies.

Its first chapter is the renowned “The Great Unity, Lord of the East.”

He was the supreme deity in the myths and legends of the Chu state.

A sudden flash of insight struck Su Fan’s mind.

What if the naming of the realms didn’t refer to specific stages, but was more like the order of worship in the Nine Songs?

The order of the chapters in the Nine Songs was arranged based on the status and hierarchy of the deities.

Thus, the supreme deity, The Great Unity, Lord of the East, was placed as the first chapter.

His realm classification might be similar.

First, pay respects to the Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning of the Yuqing Realm, then to the Celestial Venerable of Lingbao of the Shangqing Realm, and finally to the Celestial Venerable of the Way and Its Virtue of the Taiqing Realm…
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While the demon was seething with rage, another group of people had also begun to move in the shadows.

Rowan’s adoptive mother, this woman afflicted with cancer, instead of resting to recuperate, dialed a number.

“New Orleans office.”

“I need to speak with the person responsible for my daughter’s file. But I’m sorry, I don’t know his name.”

On the other end of the line, a woman stood up and walked while asking for the adoptive mother’s name.

“Elena Fielding.”

After getting the answer, the woman turned the large door of the archives room, retrieved a file, and gave Elena a response.

“He’s not here right now, but I can relay a message for you.”

“Please tell him that my daughter believes she hurt someone with her telekinesis. So, I need this agent to go to New Orleans for me and see if there have been any changes there.”

After hanging up, Elena took a deep breath.

She only wanted her daughter to grow up happy.

But unfortunately, the contract between the Mayfair family and the demon had ultimately been passed down to her…

Soon, a Black man named Ciprian began his investigation.

He quickly went to the Mayfair family mansion in New Orleans but found nothing unusual.

The demon was still in the ancestral home, showing no signs of having left.

He immediately proceeded to the place where Rowan lived.

A small boat docked in the harbor. He touched items that Rowan had used.

This behavior might seem somewhat perverted, but in reality, he was just using his special ability to investigate the boat’s owner—to see if she was indulging in her power, using it to intentionally harm others.

However, the scenes he saw were somewhat disjointed.

Initially, Rowan was indeed tormented by guilt, agonizing over hurting others due to her poor control over her ability, tossing and turning, unable to sleep on her small boat at night.

He could even sense that fear and anxiety.

But after returning from a trip outside one time, the girl fell into a peaceful sleep as if nothing had ever happened.

What was the reason for such a drastic change before and after?
Ciprian didn’t know, but figuring that out was the purpose of his mission.

Just then, a call came in from the organization.

The person on the other end inquired about Ciprian’s findings. After hearing his account, they fell silent.

“Perhaps there is a party we don’t know about who has intervened in Rowan’s situation.”

“Who could it be? The Church?”

“Not sure. But at least it’s unlikely to be the Witch Hunters.”

“Directly asking her is the fastest way to find out.”

“Are you sure? She can kill with her mind now. If her emotions become unstable, the consequences could be dire.”

“She still has the right to know, at the very least. I’ll be careful.”

Ciprian looked into the distance.

Rowan, after a long day’s work, was walking towards the small harbor where her boat was docked.
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Su Fan, who had spent the entire afternoon reading, lay back in his rocking chair.

Gently rocking in the chair, his mind drifted to Rowan, who had visited him earlier that day.

Doctor… telekinetic harm… mysterious power… demon… bloodline contract…

It all felt familiar, like something he’d encountered in a story before.

Wait.

The rocking of the chair slowed slightly.

Isn’t this The Mayfair Witches?
A series within the Lives of the Mayfair Witches, set in the same universe as Interview with the Vampire.

However, the protagonists of this series are not the immortal vampires of the night, but witches.

Su Fan hadn’t watched the entire series, but he knew the general plot and outline.

It basically involved a demon making an ancient prophecy to achieve its own resurrection, forming a contract with a family, and the series of events that ensued.

“Tch…”

Su Fan couldn’t help but click his tongue.

The motivations and moral compasses of many characters in the story were quite different from ordinary people’s.

Not to mention the utterly unreasonable Witch Hunters—they were particularly problematic.

Su Fan began carefully considering the stakes and relationships involved.

The one he had offended was the demon who granted the Mayfair family their power, named Lasher.

Su Fan wasn’t clear about his origins or history.

But one thing was certain: the entire Mayfair family’s power came from him.

Without Lasher’s help, they wouldn’t have their current wealth and status.

If he were to take him out, would it provoke an attack from these people?
With families like this, if you don’t pluck the weed by the root, it sprouts again with the spring breeze—especially with people who have such… unstable mental states…

After a long while, a murmur was heard in the antique shop.

“Maybe I should just finish them all off?”