Uncle Ye didn’t speak up for Ye Shaohua.
Though he sympathized with the girl who had lost her parents at a young age and was now being cast aside by the Ye family, he couldn’t help but feel that this third young miss was far too reckless.
“Should we wait for the third young miss to return before leaving?” Uncle Ye asked.
This time, Eldest Brother Ye didn’t accommodate her. He shook his head indifferently. “No need. If she wants to fool around, let her. We’ll stick to the original schedule. The ancestral grave relocation is no small matter—we leave tomorrow morning.”
“But what about the third young miss…?” Uncle Ye frowned. Given the tight schedule, she might not make it back in time.
“She doesn’t need our concern,” Eldest Brother Ye said coldly, his eyes frosty. “Since she wants to play, let her have her fun. Just send her the Ye family’s address. She can return whenever she pleases.”
Hearing this, Uncle Ye was startled, but he said nothing more.
Still, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted about the third young miss. The Ye family, though not large, had been passed down for generations. Now that they were bringing five or six descendants back into the fold, everyone else was eager to make a good impression.
Yet Ye Shaohua would be arriving much later than the others. Who knew what her position in the family would be like from now on?
Even so, Uncle Ye didn’t bother warning her. Everyone had their own fate, and if this was the path Ye Shaohua had chosen, then so be it.
…
Meanwhile, Ye Shaohua was unaware of the Ye family’s discussions. She was still listening to the Ning family explain the situation with their troubled construction project.
“That’s how it is. The building was supposed to be the most prosperous commercial tower in S City, but after a series of suicides, the police have sealed it off,” Old Man Ning said, a chill running down his spine. “The Yu family hired a master to investigate, but he went in at midnight and still hasn’t woken up.”
Originally, given the danger, Old Man Ning hadn’t planned to involve Ye Shaohua. But after the Yu family pleaded desperately, he had Ning Zhou contact her.
“Master Ye, if this is too much trouble for you…” Old Man Ning trailed off.
“Let’s go,” Ye Shaohua stood up. “I’ll take a look at the building.”
Old Man Ning hadn’t expected her to agree so readily. “Then I’ll inform the Yu family—”
“No need.” Ye Shaohua took out some talisman paper, swiftly drew a few more, and handed them to Old Man Ning and Ning Zhou. “They’re already at the building.”
Considering her abilities, Old Man Ning wasn’t surprised she knew.
It was past midnight, and the streets were nearly empty. The area around the sealed-off building was eerily silent, an unnatural chill permeating the air.
“Chairman Ning,” the Yu family members greeted, then paused when they noticed Ye Shaohua behind him. “Miss Ye…?”
The Yu family had previously hired Master Zhou, a renowned feng shui expert, who had brought two disciples with him.
“After hearing what happened to our master, none of the other masters dared to come,” one of the disciples explained. Though they were only a few years younger than Ye Shaohua, they didn’t underestimate her—talent in the mystic arts wasn’t tied to age.
The Fu family, for instance, was full of prodigies, each more terrifyingly skilled than the last. Still, they were puzzled—when had another genius like her appeared in their circles?
“A Sky Wind Sha?” Ye Shaohua immediately identified the problem upon seeing the building.
A Sky Wind Sha referred to the deadly energy channeled through the gap between two opposing skyscrapers, forming a blade-like force that struck the building’s entrance.
Her gaze landed on the recently hung Six Emperor Coins—a traditional feng shui remedy for warding off evil—and she looked up. “Master Zhou collapsed right after hanging these, didn’t he?”
Though phrased as a question, her tone made it clear she already knew the answer.
The two disciples nodded. The coins were meant to disperse the Sha energy, yet their master had fainted immediately after placing them.
Just then, a young woman walked through the entrance.
She ignored everyone present and headed straight for the rooftop.
The two disciples broke out in a cold sweat.
Ning Zhou, confused, called out, “Miss, stop! Huh? Why do you two look so scared?”
Ye Shaohua pointed at the woman and said calmly, “She’s not human.”
Ning Zhou shuddered. Only then did he notice—the woman had no shadow. And when he got a clear look at her face, he recognized her: she was the woman who had jumped to her death here just days ago, as reported in the news.
Even with Ye Shaohua present, Ning Zhou felt his skin crawl.
Then—thud!
The woman hit the ground outside.
Yet moments later, she stood up as if nothing had happened and walked back inside, repeating the cycle—climbing up, then jumping down, over and over.
After watching the woman jump again, Ye Shaohua turned her attention to the building. “Do you see it now?”
“See what?” The two disciples clutched their unconscious master.
“The black energy rising from both sides of the building.” Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes.
Black energy? That had to be Yin Sha—malignant spiritual force. As Master Zhou’s disciples, they had some training and could faintly detect it with a compass. But to see it with the naked eye? That was something only legendary figures like Master Zhang from the Warring States period were said to have done.
Yet they didn’t doubt her, especially after she had workers dig up two Yin-charged stones from the building’s sides. She then set up a wealth-attracting feng shui array with jade pieces, further proving her skill. Their respect for her now matched that for their own master.
Even the Yu and Ning family members could tell—these disciples treated Ye Shaohua with the same reverence they showed Master Zhou.
“Mr. Yu, someone deliberately set this up to target your family. As for who it is, I won’t get involved in that.” Ye Shaohua glanced at the Six Emperor Coins. “Whoever did this knows feng shui well—they used the Sky Wind Sha as a decoy.”
This had been a trap, designed to lure people to their deaths. Now that she had broken it, she wondered what the perpetrators would do next.
As she got into the car, her frown deepened.
Just as the Ning family’s vehicle drove off, a black car pulled up.
Master Zhou had begun to regain consciousness. His disciples, recognizing the emblem on the black car, stiffened.
At the same time, the rear door opened, and a slender figure stepped out.
