The Almighty Mystic Just Wants A Quiet Life - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Before his voice had even faded, Bo Nan was slammed onto the table. Bo Yizhen, having occupied high positions for a long time, possessed an aura that could truly be intimidating when he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low, heavy voice: “You have the nerve to say that again?”

Bo Nan looked at Bo Yizhen, staring at his face. After a long moment—or perhaps it was only a split second—his thin lips curled upward: “I don’t have the nerve.”

With a beep, the blood pressure test was complete. The doctor remained calm, acting as if he hadn’t seen the legal-drama-level confrontation between the brothers. He said genially: “The Second Young Master’s health is quite good, no issues. Just remember to rest when you get back.”

“Thank you, Uncle Zhou,” the brothers thanked him in unison.

Bo Yizhen lowered his head to unbutton his cuffs and took off his gloves. “Since you’re fine, go wash up. you’re starting to smell. The plane leaves in three hours; hurry up and you’ll make it… I’ve kept this incident from Dad for you. If there’s a next time, deal with him yourself.”

Bo Nan stood up, undressing as he walked into the makeshift shower in the tent. “Got it. Thanks… Brother.”

Bo Yizhen raised an eyebrow slightly. He was ten years older than Bo Nan; their mother had passed away early and their father was always busy with work. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he had raised Bo Nan himself.

Bo Nan didn’t linger; he finished his “combat shower” in less than three minutes.

Having washed away the dust of travel, Bo Yizhen froze for a moment when he saw him. He felt as though his little fledgling had changed somehow, but he didn’t pry. Instead, he asked: “Want to eat something before we go?”

“Aren’t we in a rush for the flight?”

Bo Yizhen said nonchalantly: “The plane can wait. It’s our own plane; no need to rush for half an hour.”

“Let’s just go home first. We’ll leave on time and be home before dawn,” Bo Nan thought for a moment. “I had some compressed biscuits on the mountain. I’m not very hungry; I can eat on the plane.”

“Fair enough.”

Bo Nan was truly anxious to get home. Bo Yizhen was safe by his side now, but his father was still sitting at home… However, that person (the enemy) had suffered internal injuries from him; unless he wanted to die, he shouldn’t reappear for a while.

There was still time. Everything was still salvageable.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to solve that person once and for all, but he had only just been reborn. He lacked proper magical artifacts, his materials were limited, time was short, and he couldn’t lay out a sophisticated Grand Array—besides, those in the feng shui trade aren’t like the mobsters in Hong Kong movies who settle grudges by hacking each other to death on the spot.

He had two goals: first, to stall for time and prevent that person from stirring up trouble; and second, to see if there was someone above that man.

If there was, they were hidden very deeply. In his previous life, even after killing so many people, he never found out who was pulling the strings.

In the world of feng shui, if you are going to act, you must act “absolutely.”

What does it mean to be absolute? You must sever their lineage, exterminate nine generations of their kin, and destroy their reputation. Only then is it “absolute.”

But these things are not achieved overnight.

He couldn’t help but smile softly, lowering his eyelids so the lashes hid the dangerous glint in his eyes.

Bo Nan stopped at the front door of the house and said to Bo Yizhen: “Brother, you go in and rest first.”

“Hmm?” Bo Yizhen looked at him in confusion.

Bo Nan shrugged. “If we go in together, how are we going to handle Dad?”

“Suit yourself,” Bo Yizhen laughed and cursed playfully. He didn’t insist and went in first. As soon as Bo Nan had gone missing, he had dropped everything and flown to Mount Heng, living in a tent for two days. He truly didn’t have the energy to keep up with Bo Nan’s antics.

Bo Nan watched Bo Yizhen go inside, then slowly began to stroll along the perimeter of the villa.

In truth, he didn’t even need to look; he already knew what kind of feng shui layout the house needed. After all, once he had mastered the craft in his previous life, he had spent countless hours imagining what he would do if given a second chance.

And now, he truly had it.

Bo Nan stopped and took the Yin-Yang Fish from around his neck, slowly toying with them in his hands.

Their family’s feng shui was actually quite good. The developer of this villa area had significant capital; after buying the land, they negotiated with the municipal planners to divert a small river so it embraced the community in a circular arc. The riverbed was winding and the current slow—a classic “Jade Belt Around the Waist” formation.

How to change it… He stood in the back garden, observing. Mountains are the dragon veins, but unfortunately, although their villa wasn’t downtown, it was still within city limits. S-City was entirely on a plain. Looking at the city as a whole, there were mountains to rely on, but for a single neighborhood, it wasn’t as ideal.

Bo Nan’s palm touched a high-priced Taihu Stone. Since there was no mountain, this stone would serve as one.

Bo Nan gripped the Yin-Yang Fish. Without any visible effort, the fish began to vibrate violently in his palm, as if trying to break free. Bo Nan’s expression was peaceful, yet he radiated a ghostly chill. He whispered: “It is time and it is fate. Go in peace.”

With that, he slammed his palm onto the Taihu Stone. The toughened stone became like tofu, silently swallowing the Yin-Yang Fish.

Instantly, a violent wind erupted.

Bo Nan stood firm, his qi-field spreading out and forcing the essence of the Yin-Yang Fish to merge into the stone. Light green powder fell from his palm—it didn’t seem to land anywhere, but instead, the Taihu Stone was slowly coated in a light green hue, lustrous as jade.

It was a bit of a waste; it would have been better if he could have refined them properly, but he couldn’t afford to wait. If the Yin-Yang Fish were “Heaven-Reliant Swords” that the feng shui world would kill for, once merged with the stone, they were at most a top-tier magical artifact.

But this was enough.

The Taihu Stone’s qi-field had begun to take shape, merging with Bo Nan’s own, yet a few stray sparks refused to blend, overflowing from the edges of the stone. Bo Nan’s expression didn’t change; he used his fingers like a blade and forcefully sheared off those stray fragments!

Once those few bits were gone, they could no longer form a current. The wind died down instantly.

Bo Nan patted the Taihu Stone and nodded with satisfaction. This would do. He’d have someone move it to the correct position later, add a few more symbolic elements, and it would be enough to protect the household.

In his previous life, he had been so poor it was pitiful while being hunted. Just as he was about to bend down and pick up the sheared fragments for future use, a loud roar came from above: “Bo Nan, you little animal! What are you doing to my precious stone?!”

Bo Nan turned around to see his father, Bo Weiping, leaning out of a window with a face full of fury, waving an “affectionate” fist at him.

Bo Nan:

Maybe he shouldn’t go inside after all? Right, the forest on Little Green Mountain outside the city looked nice. Maybe he should go live there for a couple of days?

As a seasoned veteran who had endured frost and fire and carried a blood-feud, Bo Nan calmly—under his father’s watchful eye—bent down, unceremoniously gathered the fragments into his shirt, and even had the presence of mind to instruct the bodyguards who had come running at the noise: “Move this Taihu Stone over there…”

He paused, stepped forward, and casually stuck a branch into the ground. the bodyguards nearby felt a sudden clear breeze; their groggy minds instantly sharpened. “…Right here.”

Bo Weiping was so angry his beard was practically twitching: “Get your ass up here!”

“No,” Bo Nan looked up at him. “I just got home, I’m dead tired. I’m going to my room to sleep; we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Bo Weiping saw Bo Nan and knew he had just returned, but seeing Bo Nan shear his precious Taihu Stone… Wait, what was he using to cut the stone just now? His fingers? Holy shit, could there be a quality issue with this stone?!

Bo Nan smiled brightly. Without waiting for his father’s reaction, he waved and carried his bundle of stones into the house. Bo Weiping rubbed his temples. This brat was always at odds with him. Seeing the bodyguards still standing there looking at him for confirmation, he shouted: “Well, move it! Didn’t the Second Young Master point out the spot?!”

“Yes, sir!” The bodyguards immediately got to work.

Auntie Li came out wearing her pajamas. “Second Young Master is back? Are you hungry? Shall I boil some wontons for you?”

“No need, Auntie Li, go back to sleep!” Bo Nan said.

“Pshaw, it’s four o’clock already. I was going to get up anyway; I won’t be able to fall back asleep.” Auntie Li’s eyes crinkled into slits on her plump face, looking incredibly kind.

Bo Nan couldn’t help but smile too. “Then I won’t be polite… I’ll go up and sleep for a bit. When I wake up, I want your shrimp wontons, rice noodle rolls, and crystal char siu!”

“Shall I stew a soup for you too?”

“Yes, please! And some steamed ribs with rice flour!”

Having received the menu, Auntie Li went to the kitchen contentedly.

Bo Nan hurried up to his room and tossed the stone fragments into a corner, not caring at all that they dented his solid wood floor.

He stripped, took a thorough scrub in the shower, and finally let out a deep sigh as he lay on the bed. The familiar scent wrapped around him, and only then did his heart truly settle.

I’m really back…

This is good.