Chapter 36

"Really, he actually dares to look?" Xing Zhong’s smile vanished, and he frowned, staring at Chen Fan.

He was merely using this high school student as a target to embarrass Old Master Wei. Everyone present was a prominent figure in Chuzhou and even Jiangbei, so how could Chen Fan have a say? He didn’t expect this kid to have no self-awareness and actually dare to step forward on his own.

"Master Wu, what do you think?"

Xing Zhong felt a faint unease and turned to ask the silver-haired old man in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Master Wu squinted and glanced at Chen Fan, shaking his head disdainfully:

"The last one surnamed Qi had some skills, but this kid is just an ordinary mortal. He wouldn’t even recognize a magical artifact if it were placed right in front of him."

At this moment, Chen Fan had already stood up on his own, hands behind his back, and began to pace:

"This Eight Trigram Plate has eight different talismans inscribed within it, forming a small magical array. As you all felt earlier, this array can create a region where spiritual energy gathers, or what you call a feng shui field. In this region, the human body is constantly nourished by spiritual energy, naturally leading to a strong and healthy body."

Chen Fan understood that the so-called feng shui array was essentially a crude imitation of a spirit-gathering array.

In a feng shui array, the gathering of spiritual energy benefits both humans and other life forms. On some life stars with extremely high spiritual energy density, humans can live to be 100-200 years old without cultivation. Wild beasts also become incredibly powerful, growing to several or even dozens of meters long, resembling remnants of the primordial era. This is the effect of highly concentrated spiritual energy.

"Hmm? There’s some insight here." Master Wu finally opened his eyes and looked directly at Chen Fan.

The others, seeing Chen Fan speak with authority, exchanged glances, secretly amazed. Could this kid also be a master?

"So, is this magical artifact real?" Boss Yan couldn’t wait to ask.

"勉强算是吧，但是....." 陈凡忽然转过头来看向邢忠等人。

"但是什么？" 另一个酒业集团董事长赶紧问道。

"但是这件法器其实已经不堪重负，用不了几次了。" 陈凡指着八卦盘道："你们看，它上面有很多裂纹，那不是天然纹理，而是使用次数太多，即将分崩离散。"

陈凡此言一出，全场皆惊！

大家仔细看去，果然发现八卦盘上面密密麻麻遍布着许多细小的裂纹，之前以为是自然的木纹或者岁月斑驳的证据。

现在看来，这盘子明明就是要撑不了多久啊。

"小子，你怎敢……"

吴大师闻言，眼睛猛地一瞪，拍案而起。

他此时也顾不得什么大师风范了，死死地瞪着陈凡，心中无比悔恨。

竟然没看出这小子其实也是同道中人，否则一般人哪能发现这法器奥妙？木头上面有裂纹多正常的事情。但要是说出来，而且合情合理，那就引人生疑了。

"邢先生，古老板，这是怎么回事？"

郑老皱眉道。

邢忠脸色微变。而肥嘟嘟的古老板早满头大汗，急切之间，哪能编出一个说得过去的理由？

Chuzhou’s people also noticed something was amiss and looked at the three with suspicious eyes.

"Is there any need to ask? Naturally, it’s a setup by Mr. Xing, Master Wu, and Mr. Gu to trick you, the wealthy and brainless Chuzhou tycoons," Chen Fan sneered.

He had felt something was off earlier. Master Wu, at least at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, should have some real skills, so how could he not notice this secret?

Instead of revealing the truth, he deliberately activated the Eight Trigram Plate, pushing it closer to breaking. Seeing the silent eye contact between Xing Zhong and Mr. Gu, Chen Fan finally understood.

So, these three were in cahoots.

They set up this scheme, using a nearly broken magical artifact to deceive Chuzhou’s tycoons, and their ultimate target was likely Old Master Wei.

"Xing Zhong, is it really like that?"

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, Old Master Wei stood up, glaring angrily.

The Chuzhou tycoons also realized something was wrong and their gazes toward the three changed.

Mr. Gu was drenched in cold sweat, trembling and unable to speak. Xing Zhong’s face was grim, and he turned to look at Master Wu.

At this moment, Master Wu was so enraged that he was almost spitting blood, staring at Chen Fan with intense hatred. He had meticulously set up this scheme, and with this broken magical artifact, he could have taken at least 50 million from Chuzhou. But Chen Fan’s words had ruined everything, and he couldn’t help but hate him.

"Kid, you dare to ruin my plan?"

Master Wu gritted his teeth, the air around him growing colder.

"What, are you going to attack me?"

Chen Fan was not afraid at all and watched Master Wu with interest.

He had been reborn and hadn’t truly engaged in a magical battle yet. Although Master Wu might only know very basic and possibly incomplete magic, it was enough to pique Chen Fan’s interest.

"Mr. Wu, this is Chuzhou, not a place for you to act recklessly."

Old Master Zheng slammed his hand on the table, his hair and beard standing on end, clearly furious.

As soon as he spoke, the bodyguards standing around moved in, eyeing Master Wu and the others with hostility.

Xing Zhong’s face changed drastically. He had only brought seven or eight subordinates. If these tycoons turned on him, could he survive and leave Chuzhou? Mr. Gu from Zhongzhou Province was so scared that he collapsed from his seat.

"Ha ha."

Master Wu paid no attention to the numerous black-clad bodyguards and instead said to Chen Fan with a sinister smile:

"Kid, you’ve ruined my plan, how can I let you off?"

"You said it wasn’t a magical artifact. What about this?"

Master Wu took out a clay jar and abruptly opened the lid, releasing a gust of cold wind. Those who were hit by it felt a chill to the bone, their blood almost freezing, and the temperature in the hall dropped.

"Kid surnamed Chen, meet my treasure."

As soon as he spoke, a black mist flew out of the jar. The mist kept changing shape, resembling countless faces, and from it came piercing screams, as if demons from the netherworld had escaped.

"Help!"

The tycoons were terrified, no longer the arrogant people they were earlier. They scrambled to hide behind the bodyguards, trembling. These bodyguards, many of whom were retired professional soldiers and national martial arts champions, had never seen such a scene and were pale with fear, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"This is... ghost control technique?" Master Qi exclaimed in shock.

"Those who have entered the Dao can indeed control spirits and command lightning. To see such magic in my lifetime, I have no regrets."

He shook his head, his face filled with despair.

"Indeed, you can recognize my technique," Master Wu nodded proudly.

He scanned the room, satisfied with everyone’s fear. But seeing Chen Fan still calmly drinking tea, his anger flared up, and he shouted:

"Kid, aren’t you afraid?"

Master Wu’s question not only affected him but also drew the attention of Xing Zhong, Old Master Wei, Uncle Lin, and others, who looked at Chen Fan as if he were a fool.

"Opposite us is a powerful figure who can control ghosts, and he’s not afraid at all. Is he crazy?"

Others were also puzzled.

After all, when Master Wu’s ghost control technique was revealed, only Chen Fan and Xing Zhong remained seated. Old Master Zheng, relying on decades of qi cultivation, was still sitting but his legs were trembling. Old Master Wei had already hidden behind the crowd, and even the bodyguards were weak and trembling. How could a young kid not be afraid of death?

Han Yun was trembling, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Chen Fan, quickly hide! He will kill you!"

She was filled with regret, thinking that if she hadn’t exposed Chen Fan’s identity, he wouldn’t have been forced to reveal the truth under Xing Zhong’s pressure, and Master Wu wouldn’t have been enraged to the point of killing.

But Chen Fan ignored her, sitting calmly.

"Ha ha, I see you still have the nerve to talk back even at the brink of death."

Master Wu, driven by rage, no longer cared about the law.

He fiercely manipulated the spell, his silver hair standing on end, pointing at the black mist. The mist trembled, seemingly reluctant, and slowly moved toward Chen Fan.

Seeing the ghosts attack Chen Fan, everyone screamed in terror, thinking he was doomed.

"Afraid? Of this puny spirit?" Chen Fan suddenly laughed.

He laughed and shook his head.

"I thought you had some incredible skills, but it turns out you just rely on a ghost jar. With your own abilities, you probably can’t even control this spirit."

"Your so-called magical artifact would be a laughingstock if it were known."

"Fine, let me show you what a ‘true magical artifact’ is!"

Chen Fan took off the jade talisman from his neck and held it in his hand.

Amid the shocked and puzzled gazes of the crowd, he calmly said:

"Lightning, come!"

In an instant, electricity surged in the air, and thunder exploded, turning the hall into daylight!

He held the lightning, like a divine being!

PS: Thanks to Zhi Shang De Lun Ku and Gaga Ni for the 1888, thanks to Jiao Ge Zhi Ji for the 588, thanks to Jin Jun He, Lao Na Fa Hao Wei Zhong, Jian Ren Ai Jian, Wo Xin Suo Shu Fang Xiang, Ai Yin Shi Da Shen, Taizi 6752, and Huang Fu Jun Lan for the donations. It’s Monday tomorrow, I need recommendations, I don’t want to drop from the rankings O(∩_∩)O

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