Chapter 24

Feng Wenbo nodded and said, "That's right, and Uncle not only knows medicine but also the witchcraft techniques, which are more advanced than mine..."

"Old Feng, stop! Stop! I respect your beliefs, and I don't oppose you putting talismans on the door frame, but this matter, as Xia Xia said, don't involve me in it," Yang Hui'e said. To many people, including Yang Hui'e, a witch was just a charlatan who pretended to be mysterious, not even as credible as a fortune-teller on the street, who at least claimed to practice the I Ching and had some academic basis. This view was deeply rooted in Yang Hui'e's mind. Although she and Feng Wenbo had a deep and long-lasting relationship, she could not bring herself to call a "little charlatan" her husband's uncle. At most, she would just let Feng Wenbo do as he pleased.

Yang Hui'e's words made Feng Wenbo's face a bit red. The young man in front of him was not just an uncle, but also the current master of the Wuxian Sect. Even if his father were still alive, he would have to respect him. Moreover, Feng Wenbo was also a disciple of the Wuxian Sect. Although the times had changed, the vows he made when he entered the sect were still fresh in his ears.

Seeing Feng Wenbo's expression, Xia Yunjie felt increasingly uncomfortable and hurriedly said, "That's fine, that's fine. It would be awkward if others heard or saw this. By the way, it's getting late. Wenbo, Professor Yang, I'll take my leave."

Seeing Xia Yunjie about to leave, Feng Wenbo, not wanting to argue with Yang Hui'e, quickly said, "It's almost noon, Uncle, why don't you stay for lunch?"

"No need, I have an appointment at noon and some things to do," Xia Yunjie lied, his face slightly red.

Caught between the two elders, and with Yang Hui'e clearly treating him like a charlatan, Xia Yunjie felt very uncomfortable.

"I'll see you out," Feng Wenbo said, seeing Xia Yunjie's response. He didn't want to keep him any longer.

Yang Hui'e, seeing Feng Wenbo a bit upset, ultimately chose to be accommodating. They had a deep and long-lasting relationship, so she followed Feng Wenbo to politely see Xia Yunjie to the door. However, Feng Wenbo insisted on seeing Xia Yunjie all the way to the school gate, which made Yang Hui'e laugh and cry. Wasn't he just a young uncle who had never even met his father? Did he have to treat him like a close relative? What made Yang Hui'e even more frustrated was that Xia Yunjie, this "charlatan uncle" who had suddenly appeared, gave her a deep look before leaving, slightly frowning, as if he was very dissatisfied with her, but she couldn't say anything.

"Uncle, Hui'e comes from an intellectual family and has been educated in a certain way..." On the campus path, Feng Wenbo explained and apologized, looking awkward and guilty.

"Ha ha, with the advancement of science and medicine, many people have used the banner of witchcraft to deceive others. It's natural for Professor Yang to have such thoughts. Besides, I am young, and you are a senior professor. It would be hard for me to understand and accept it too," Xia Yunjie said, smiling and waving his hand to interrupt.

Seeing Xia Yunjie's broad-mindedness and understanding, Feng Wenbo breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle."

"You're too kind. But the times have changed. I think it's best not to mention our identity as disciples of the Wuxian Sect to others, to avoid unnecessary gossip," Xia Yunjie said.

Although Xia Yunjie's words were polite and casual, as the master of the Wuxian Sect, his advice naturally became an order. Feng Wenbo immediately replied solemnly, "I understand, Uncle."

Xia Yunjie smiled and they continued walking to the school gate.

On the way, Feng Wenbo asked for Xia Yunjie's contact information. Xia Yunjie didn't hide it and told him that if he had any medical questions, he could call him, implying that he shouldn't bother him for other reasons.

Feng Wenbo wanted to ask where Xia Yunjie worked, but seeing his response, he swallowed his words. However, in Feng Wenbo's view, as the current master of the Wuxian Sect, Xia Yunjie, despite his youth, was a remarkable figure, with high medical skills and a good life, never imagining that his uncle was just a bartender.

As they walked, people occasionally greeted Feng Wenbo politely and couldn't help but glance curiously at Xia Yunjie. Soon, they reached the school gate.

Feng Wenbo even helped Xia Yunjie hail a taxi. Although Xia Yunjie was a bit reluctant to spend the money, he couldn't refuse. As he got into the car, he said to Feng Wenbo, "Professor Yang shouldn't go out today, as she may encounter bloodshed. You should advise her."

It turned out that when Yang Hui'e saw Xia Yunjie off, he suddenly felt a faint blood aura above her forehead, which he focused on and calculated, finding that if she went out today, she would likely encounter bloodshed, though not life-threatening, but she would suffer. Since Yang Hui'e regarded him as a charlatan, Xia Yunjie hesitated about whether to warn her, which is why he frowned. Yang Hui'e mistakenly thought he was putting on an uncle's airs and was dissatisfied with her.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Xia Yunjie thought that since Yang Hui'e was Feng Wenbo's wife, it was best to warn her. Whether they believed him or not was their business, but he felt he should do his part, so he warned her before getting into the car.

Feng Wenbo was slightly stunned, then quickly nodded, "Thank you, Uncle, I will advise her."

However, he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't his fault; divination and prediction were mysterious and hard to believe without real evidence. Feng Wenbo, knowing a bit about the Wuxian Sect's magic, nodded without hesitation, half-believing and half-doubting. If someone else had said it, they would have cursed Xia Yunjie for being a jinx. The main reason was Xia Yunjie's youth. If it had been his master, Wu Ze, Feng Wenbo would have taken it more seriously.

Since Yang Hui'e wasn't in mortal danger, and he had already warned her, Xia Yunjie didn't nag further. He closed the car door and told the driver to go to Deya Community.

The driver said, "Okay," and started the car towards Deya Community. As he drove, he looked at Xia Yunjie curiously through the rearview mirror and finally couldn't help but say, "Young man, you're really something, giving a university professor a reading. They are high-level intellectuals who only believe in science!"

"Ha ha, I believe in science too. In fact, true physiognomy is a science, a study of the complex and subtle relationships between the human body and the universe," Xia Yunjie said with a smile.

"Oh, that's a novel idea. Explain it to me," the driver said, suddenly interested.

Perhaps because he had met a fellow disciple today and was in a good mood, or because he and the driver were just passing acquaintances, Xia Yunjie explained with a smile, "There's a term called 'harmony between heaven and man,' which means that man and heaven are one. In other words, man and nature are of the same origin and are part of nature. Since man is part of nature, man and man, and man and nature, are inevitably interconnected and influence each other. Therefore, a truly skilled physiognomist can deduce some things from the changes in the yin and yang and the five elements of the human body, as well as the changes in the surrounding natural aura. For example, when a car approaches, even if you don't see it, you can tell from the changes in the airflow and sound waves that a car is coming, and even how fast it's going, because the car and the universe are one. Of course, the changes in the human aura and its relationship with the universe are much more complex, and only a true physiognomist can sense them."

"Wow, young man, what you say makes some sense. Why don't you give me a reading?" the driver said with a laugh.

Xia Yunjie smiled and looked at the driver for a moment, then said, "If I'm not mistaken, you're about to lose a bit of money."

"Ha ha, you young man, you have a bit of a charlatan's talent. You told the old professor about bloodshed, and now you're saying I'll lose money. It seems street fortune-tellers use this routine to make money," the driver said, laughing. He had just asked out of curiosity and didn't take it seriously.

Xia Yunjie, of course, didn't take offense. He smiled and turned to admire the street scenery, ignoring the driver.

The driver asked a few more casual questions, but seeing that Xia Yunjie didn't respond, he found it boring and turned on the radio, listening to traffic news while driving. Approaching a crossroads, he either got distracted or forgot to change lanes in time. After crossing the dashed line, he suddenly remembered he needed to turn and hurriedly changed lanes.

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