The Almighty Mystic Just Wants A Quiet Life - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The night was silent. An unknown large bird soared from afar, skimming the treetops before alighting casually on a branch that caught its fancy. The branch dipped sharply under the weight, sending a subtle shudder through the entire tree.

Two beams of light pierced the darkness, gliding into the garage at a leisurely pace. Gao Changdong, sitting in his wheelchair, watched the glow vanish before nodding. “One person is still missing.”

Li Bing thought for a moment. “The second young master of the Bo family?”

Gao Changdong paused, looking down at the dark red sickle wrapped in newspaper and the eerily pitch-black bronze mirror in his lap. “…Forget it. Bo Nan won’t amount to anything. If he’s not here, he’s not here.”

“But Master, didn’t Old Master Qian specify…” Li Bing hesitated.

Gao Changdong cut him off. “Am I the master, or are you? Bing, if you’re so devoted to Old Master Qian, why don’t you go serve him starting tomorrow!”

Terrified, Li Bing shook his head vigorously. “Master, I was wrong.”

Gao Changdong nodded, satisfied.

It was better that Bo Nan wasn’t home. Young Master Qian had specifically asked for personal revenge. Although Old Master Qian was the patriarch, he was aged; eventually, wouldn’t Qian Cheng’s father be the one in charge? Trading Bo Nan’s life to curry favor with Qian Cheng—the future heir—was a bargain.

Gao Changdong had failed to secure the Yin-Yang Fish and was one step late in seizing the Jade-Heart Bamboo, which had already angered the great families. He desperately needed a “win.” The Qians wanted the bamboo for their son’s political career, but since that path was blocked, he had to take the route of pleasing Qian Cheng.

As for why he agreed to target the Bo family? There was nothing strange about it. The Bo family had no connections in the metaphysical world and no powerful backers—they were just wealthy locals. Plus, ever since his injuries at Mount Xiaoqing and Mount Heng, he felt the Bo family was his nemesis. Wherever they appeared, he returned empty-handed.

He still couldn’t walk; who else was there to blame but the Bo family?

“Fine, let’s go.” Gao Changdong smirked, already envisioning the “spectacular show” about to unfold at the Bo residence.

He had spent a fortune on the sickle and the mirror. The sickle had been placed in an extremely malevolent Feng Shui site for half a year. Interestingly, during that time, a murderer had broken in with a woman and used that very sickle to dismember her. When the blacksmith retrieved it, it was covered in dark red rust—a perfect catalyst for a “Sickle Sha.”

A “Sickle Sha” typically refers to the negative energy formed by curved rivers or roads. Imagine a sickle swinging toward your head—the result is naturally a bloody disaster. It is the polar opposite of the “Jade Belt Encircling the Waist.” While the inner curve brings wealth and luck, the outer curve—the blade—brings ruin.

The bronze mirror, however, was a “Ming Qi” (an object buried with the dead). If the sickle was malevolent, the mirror was “Yin.” It was entirely black, reflecting no light. As the saying goes, a mirror can correct one’s dress or reveal the rise and fall of empires. But what if the mirror itself is twisted?

The meaning of this mirror was: Blinded Eyes, Blinded Heart.

A person would lose sight of reality, their mind becoming muddled and confused until they were lost in hallucinations… it was a recipe for madness and indiscriminate violence.

With the sickle as an anchor, this layout was one of supreme lethality. No one in the Bo household would survive.

Gao Changdong stroked his chin proudly. He wasn’t great at “Dragon Spotting” or “Qi Observation,” but these small tricks were his specialty. With these two artifacts, he didn’t even need a complex ritual—a simple North-South alignment was enough.

Most houses face South open and back North closed. Placing an artifact at each end would allow the house’s own Feng Shui to draw in enough Yin and Sha energy in a single night.

He had researched this. This villa area had excellent Feng Shui, designed to “gather wind and store Qi.” These “evil capitalists” would never guess that such a layout could be easily flipped to kill them!

He wanted to laugh out loud, but the location wasn’t right.

Gao Changdong and Li Bing emerged from the shadows. Dressed plainly like residents out for a post-dinner stroll, Li Bing pushed the wheelchair slowly. They had already bribed the security and handled the cameras. Even the holes for the artifacts were pre-dug.

First, the sickle at the main entrance for the direct “strike.” Then, the mirror at the back.

The moment the items were placed, a sinister wind rose. Despite the warm season, the breeze carried a chill that bit into the bone.

“Master, will this hurt anyone else?” Li Bing whispered.

“Great achievements require sacrifices,” Gao Changdong dismissed him. Even with his mediocre skills, he could see faint wisps of dark energy swirling into the Bo villa.

Li Bing shrunk back, feeling a twinge of guilt. “Master… I still think it’s not right. The Bos are one thing, but the servants are innocent…”

Gao Changdong slapped his arm hard and glared. “Useless! Why did I take you as a disciple? If you’re so compassionate, go do charity! Move, stop ruining my mood!”

“…Yes, Master.” Li Bing turned the wheelchair to leave. Someone would collect the artifacts after the deed was done. Having “consumed” the lives of the Bo family, these tools would be even more powerful in the future.

Gao Changdong looked back one last time, his hair whipping wildly in the wind. He grinned—by tomorrow, the Bo family would be the stepping stone for his fame.

He reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes to get a better look at the energy field, only to find his hair naturally blowing backward.

The wind direction had changed.

The wind was now blowing toward him.

Gao Changdong’s hand froze. He suddenly shoved Li Bing away with surprising force to better feel the breeze.

How could the wind change? Once those artifacts are buried, the energy should naturally flow toward the Bo house!

“Qi disperses with the wind and stops at the boundary of water”—no Feng Shui master is ignorant of this fundamental law.

This…

Li Bing, shoved aside, stumbled a few steps. He quickly grabbed the wheelchair handles to steady himself. When he looked back, Gao Changdong’s head was slumped down. “Master?”

There was no response.

Li Bing called out several more times, then dared to nudge him. Gao Changdong’s body wobbled and then toppled to the side. His head twisted at a gruesome, unnatural angle against the armrest.

It was not a posture a living person could hold.

“Master? Master, what’s wrong?!” Li Bing panicked. He straightened the body and reached for a pulse—and then collapsed onto his backside in terror. “Master! Don’t scare me! Answer me!”

Gao Changdong lay silent in the wheelchair.

Li Bing scrambled for his phone to call emergency services, stammering out the location. But a chilling realization took hold of his mind… his master had died in the blink of an eye.

There was no saving him.

It had happened in less than a minute. Gao Changdong’s body was still warm, yet his skin was already turning a ghastly grey. Where Li Bing had just touched him, dark purple spots were blooming… livor mortis.

It was as if he had been dead for hours.

Li Bing looked toward the Bo villa in horror. He ran back like a madman and dug up the sickle. It looked intact. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached for it.

In that instant, the sickle turned to dust, scattering over his head in the wind.

Bai Yanggui looked at Bo Nan, trying to act natural. “…So, shall we catch a movie?”

“A movie?” Bo Nan arched an eyebrow. “That kind of movie?”

He glanced toward a nearby storefront. Bai Yanggui followed his gaze to a dilapidated shop with red lettering on the glass: Private Duo Cinema, 150 RMB Overnight.

Bai Yanggui knew exactly what those places were for. He looked at Bo Nan, suppressing the heat in his ears. “That looks a bit… basic. We could go to a five-star—”

Bo Nan stopped abruptly and smiled. “Next time. I have something to take care of.”

“Oh?” Before Bai Yanggui could ask to drive him home, Bo Nan reached out. Bai Yanggui instinctively raised his hand to take it, but with a fluid motion, Bo Nan instead slipped something into his breast pocket.

Bo Nan winked. “Call me when you’re free.”

Bai Yanggui: “…Okay.”

Help, he really is a pro!