Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 172

Ye Shaohua stayed in City S for over three months before finally heading back to the Ye family.

Along the way, due to several dangerous feng shui setups, she had someone escort Ye Ming back to the Ye family first.

“You’re that concerned about your little brother? Is he your real sibling?” On the plane, the cold-faced man beside her spoke indifferently.

Ye Shaohua was flipping through a feng shui manual and didn’t even look up. “Five million. Wire the money.”

Her extended stay in City S was entirely because she had run into Fu Jinyun—especially after noticing the aura of death clinging to him.

Fu Heng, who was accompanying Fu Jinyun, watched as Ye Shaohua rapidly flipped through the book. He couldn’t tell if she was actually reading it, but she finished the thick volume in under an hour. Even the legendary “ten lines at a glance” couldn’t compare.

Still, he didn’t dare say anything. Over these three months, he had come to fully grasp just how terrifying Ye Shaohua was. Even the infamous Ghost King, a headache for the entire feng shui world, had been subdued and trapped in her mirror for amusement. What else could he possibly say?

“Miss Ye, why are you returning to the capital too?” Fu Heng asked curiously. “I thought you hated the air quality there.”

“How much do you know about the Shen family?” Instead of answering, Ye Shaohua glanced at Fu Jinyun.

Fu Heng: “…”

Fu Jinyun paused before replying, “My grandfather once said that Old Master Shen is practically a demi-immortal.”

“How old is he?” Ye Shaohua frowned.

“159.”

She nodded and said nothing more.

After disembarking, Fu Heng wanted to invite Ye Shaohua to the Fu family on Fu Jinyun’s behalf. But the moment he turned around, she had already vanished.

Fu Jinyun showed no reaction. “Let’s go home.”

…

The news of Ye Shaohua’s return had long reached Uncle Ye, though he paid little attention to it and didn’t even mention it to the rest of the family.

Even if he had, the Second Miss Ye or Eldest Young Master Ye wouldn’t have cared. A third daughter who had been found only to wander outside for three months before returning? By now, the others had already secured their own backers, leaving her completely isolated.

When Uncle Ye took Ye Shaohua to see the family head, the patriarch was busy entertaining an important guest.

“Third Miss, the family head is occupied at the moment. Let me have someone show you to your quarters first. The Ye family’s ancestral rites are underway, and many esteemed guests are present. Please don’t wander around and risk offending them.” Uncle Ye spoke with an air of formality.

Ye Shaohua didn’t mind. She only asked one question: “Where’s Ye Ming?”

“The Eighth Young Master is likely at the ancestral hall with the others.” Uncle Ye replied dismissively.

Had Ye Shaohua entered, she would have seen that the guest speaking with the family head was none other than Master Zhou. However, unlike the kindly demeanor he had shown during their video call, his expression now was inscrutable and profound.

“Family Head Ye, you’re not meeting the Third Miss?” Master Zhou glanced at him.

The family head had already heard about Ye Shaohua from Uncle Ye and knew she was someone with no ambition to climb higher. He paid her no mind and merely cupped his hands respectfully. “She’s just a junior of the Ye family. We appreciate your assistance, Master Zhou.”

“It’s nothing. If not for the guidance of a young friend, I wouldn’t have progressed so quickly.” Master Zhou sighed.

The family head’s heart stirred. Who could have enlightened even Master Zhou?

Though inwardly shocked, he maintained his composure.

Master Zhou was a revered figure in the feng shui world. The Ye family had declined over the years, and restoring their former glory was no easy task. Otherwise, they wouldn’t need an outsider’s help to invoke their ancestors’ blessings.

Ideally, such matters should be handled by the family itself.

But since the Ye family lacked the capability, they had no choice but to invite Master Zhou to oversee the ceremony.

At this thought, the family head sighed.

…

As Ye Shaohua walked through the Ye estate, she observed its feng shui. The family resided on a dying dragon vein—one on the verge of collapse. If no measures were taken, it wouldn’t just remain a dormant dragon vein; it would become a breeding ground for malevolent energy.

She could see it, and surely others in the Ye family had noticed as well. Yet they seemed indifferent.

The family had assigned the newly returned members to the same building.

Ye Shaohua took her key while Uncle Ye, fearing she might disturb the guests, had her led through secluded paths, taking a long detour.

“Third Miss, this is your room.” The servant’s tone was lazy and indifferent.

There was no respect for this third daughter, who wasn’t even considered a true member of the Ye family. The servants knew who was worth currying favor with, and Ye Shaohua certainly wasn’t one of them.

On the surface, she was the Third Miss of the Ye family, but in reality, her status might not even surpass that of a servant.

As the servant unlocked the door, a chill crawled up from their feet, and something felt off about the room.

But before they could warn Ye Shaohua, she casually pulled out a compass from her pocket and tossed it onto the table, then adjusted a few decor items.

Strangely, the moment the compass touched the table, the servant’s unease vanished. The room’s energy shifted instantly.

The servant, who had initially dismissed Ye Shaohua, now stared in shock. Their attitude underwent a complete reversal.

Originally tasked with keeping Ye Shaohua from causing trouble, the servant now didn’t dare say a word to restrict her.

After checking the room’s orientation, Ye Shaohua headed straight for the ancestral hall.

Second Miss Ye and Fourth Miss Ye ran into her near the hall.

“Third Sister, why are you here?” Fourth Miss asked in surprise.

Ye Shaohua’s gaze was fixed on the thick miasma of dark energy swirling above the ancestral hall. What the hell is going on with the Ye family?

“…Just paying my respects,” she answered absentmindedly.

“Why did you return today?” Second Miss Ye frowned in distaste but didn’t dwell on it. “Never mind. Fourth Sister, keep an eye on her. Don’t let her run around and cause trouble.”

The others, aware of Second Miss’s disdain, instinctively kept their distance from Ye Shaohua.

Just then, the family head and Master Zhou arrived at the ancestral hall’s entrance, accompanied by a solemn-faced Eldest Young Master Ye.

As the most outstanding representative of the younger generation, Second Miss Ye stepped forward to greet them.

Master Zhou, mid-conversation with the family head, gave only a slight nod in acknowledgment. Given his status, there was no need for him to engage with juniors.

No one found this unusual.

“Family Head Ye, your ancestral spirit isn’t easy to summon,” Master Zhou remarked, eyeing the hall with a sigh.

The family head cupped his hands. He was well aware of the Ye family’s current state—otherwise, he wouldn’t have humbled himself to seek Master Zhou’s help. “If you’re willing to assist, the Ye family will owe you a favor.”

Then—Master Zhou’s steps faltered. His eyes locked onto a certain direction. He rubbed his eyes, as if doubting what he saw.

Once certain, he turned to the family head with a deadpan expression.

“Family Head Ye, this is unacceptable. With Master Ye present, you’re making a fool out of me in front of her?”