Chapter 78

"Rubbish talk!"

Faced with Chen Fan's repeated provocations, Master Huang could not help but get slightly angry.

He was a master of the Lingnan school, one of the few figures in the feng shui community of China. He had become famous more than twenty years ago and was usually a guest of high-ranking officials and wealthy tycoons. If it were not for the East Capital City government asking him to come, he might not have bothered.

As a result, when the great master kindly asked, this young man showed no respect at all.

"Little brother, where did you learn your skills? Didn't your teacher teach you how to treat your seniors?" Master Huang frowned.

Chen Fan, with his hands behind his back, said, "In my eyes, you don't even qualify as a junior, let alone a senior."

"Humph!" Upon hearing this, Master Huang could no longer suppress his anger and sneered:

"Oh? In this vast feng shui community of China, there are very few people who can be my senior. If there are, they are the grandmasters who have lived nearly a hundred years. I wonder which one of them is your teacher?"

"Huang Wenzhe? Lingnan's Huang Wenzhe?" Wu Shanhe's face changed.

"Is he very famous?" Chen Fan asked casually.

Faced with Master Huang's angry gaze and the oppressive looks of the many officials around, Wu Shanhe quickly whispered:

"Master Chen, he is one of the top five figures in the southern feng shui school, second only to Zhou Daoji of Hong Kong in the southern feng shui community."

"Huang Wenzhe's reputation is great; it is said that he has even been received by national leaders."

Before Chen Fan could respond, Master Huang already laughed:

"Little brother, you haven't even heard of my name, so you must not be from our feng shui community."

He laughed and shook his head, saying:

"I thought you were a disciple of some hidden school, but it turns out you're just an outsider. I was hoping you could say something insightful, but now it seems you don't even know what a Yang Locking Site is."

"Indeed, I am not from the feng shui community, and I don't know what a Yang Locking Site is."

Seeing Jiang Shao's expectant look, Chen Fan nodded decisively.

"Ha!"

Many people around burst out laughing.

An outsider, challenging a master of the southern feng shui school, was like a high school student who knew nothing about agricultural science questioning a renowned agricultural scientist.

Even Mu Shouqiong frowned in displeasure.

He was a man of strict scholarship and detested those who pretended to know what they did not.

If you truly had knowledge, you could step up. But if you were a fraud and still didn't realize it, coming out to embarrass yourself was extremely annoying.

"Mr. Chen?"

Jiang Shao was dumbfounded.

He thought that since Mr. Chen was a god-like figure, he should know everything, from astronomy to geography, from ancient to modern times. He never expected that Mr. Chen was actually bluffing.

Mayor Jiang still harbored a glimmer of hope, after all, his son had invited him. Now, all hope was lost. He was extremely angry and prepared to call the police to drive them out and end this farce.

At this moment, Chen Fan said:

"Although I don't understand these things, I know..."

"You're wrong!"

Chen Fan looked straight into Master Huang's eyes and said decisively, "You've been wrong from the beginning. This is not a Yang Locking Site, and the surge of yang energy is not due to the Ding Hai month. There's no need to set up a yin-yang harmonizing feng shui array; doing so will only make these peonies die faster."

"Shut up!" Master Huang could no longer maintain his masterly demeanor and flew into a rage.

"Do you understand the I Ching?"

"Do you understand the hexagrams?"

"Have you read the 'Residential Classic'?"

"Have you studied the 'Dragon Stirring Classic' and the 'Doubtful Dragon Classic'?"

"Do you know what 'Nine Palace Flying Stars' are?"

With each question, Master Huang took a step forward.

After five steps, he stood in the center of the venue and angrily rebuked Chen Fan, "You probably can't even name the eight trigrams, yet you talk big here!"

"I, Huang Wenzhe, started learning feng shui from a Southern School master at the age of seven and practiced for twenty years before achieving some success. Then I traveled throughout Lingnan, setting graves on mountains and dividing gold on rivers, seeing countless yin and yang residences."

"In 1987, in Yangdong City, a haunted house killed seven owners, and I found the ghost and exorcised it."

"In 1991, the Longshou Mountain road had sixteen accidents, and I found the cause and set the graves."

"In 1995, a landslide in Meiling City killed 32 people, and I used my skills to calm the disaster."

"..."

"In 1997, Xiaoye Mountain in Lingxi Province suffered a severe drought, leaving tens of thousands of people without crops. I, along with many other masters, set up an array for a month, using the stars and the mountains to save tens of thousands of people."

"I, Huang Wenzhe, have studied feng shui for over forty years and have never been wrong. You, a mere child, dare to insult me?"

Faced with the enraged Master Huang, the many leaders of East Capital City and the experts from the Agricultural Academy were all in awe.

If what he said was true, then this Huang Wenzhe was a truly capable master. No wonder he had such a great reputation in Lingnan, and no wonder the East Capital City government had invited him in desperation.

"Master Huang is so impressive."

Mu Qingqing blinked her big eyes, revealing a hint of admiration.

Anyone at the pinnacle of their field deserved respect. Her grandfather, Mu Shouqiong, was like that, and so was Huang Wenzhe.

At this moment, among those present, perhaps only Master Wu and Axiu still believed in Chen Fan, even Jiang Shao was wavering.

'Mr. Chen is indeed a god-like figure, but he might be more suited to fighting, not healing.'

Jiang Shao regretted it.

He shouldn't have brought Chen Fan so rashly, resulting in Chen Fan losing face and his own image in his father's eyes plummeting, which would be hard to recover.

"You speak well, but it's meaningless." Chen Fan lowered his eyes, as if in deep meditation, and said, "What's right is right, and what's wrong is wrong. You're wrong, and no matter how much you do, it's still wrong."

"Nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Master Huang felt a surge of anger.

He had never seen such a stubborn person.

"Fine, I'll show you what true feng shui is." Master Huang sneered. "I'll see if you can still be so confident in the face of the truth."

Saying this, he suddenly plucked a peony branch and began to perform a ritual.

He held the flower in one hand and made seals in the air with the other.

Invisible elemental energy, perceptible only to Chen Fan, was summoned by Master Huang and gathered between his hands.

"Forming an array in the air! This is the secret of the Southern School's Finger Mysteries." Wu Shanhe exclaimed in surprise.

"What is the Southern School's Finger Mysteries?" Chen Fan asked with interest.

To Chen Fan, Master Huang's array in the air was insignificant.

With his current cultivation, he didn't even need rituals; a mere thought could form arrays and Daoist techniques, far surpassing Master Huang.

"The feng shui community in China is said to be divided into two schools. The Southern School is known for its Finger Mysteries and star picking, capable of setting up arrays and picking graves in the palm of a hand, doing anything."

"The Northern School, on the other hand, seeks the dragon and observes the qi, following the mountains and rivers to find the dragon vein, observing the qi to find people, and supporting the rise of emperors."

"Throughout history, the Southern School has often served the nobility, setting up yin and yang residences. The Northern School, however, has been involved in politics, seeking the glory of rising with the dragon."

At this point, Master Wu smiled bitterly, "Huang Wenzhe is a master of the Southern School, and even in the feng shui community of China, he can rank in the top ten."

Just as he was speaking, the array was completed.

A cold wind gathered from all directions, and everyone was puzzled by the sudden drop in temperature.

"Hey, look quickly!"

Suddenly, someone called out.

Everyone looked over and saw the leaves of the peony branch in Master Huang's hand gradually turn from yellow to green, and the previously closed buds seemed to be opening.

"Alive! Alive!"

The many leaders of East Capital City cheered, and even Mayor Jiang showed a delighted expression.

Recently, the many peonies in the peony garden had been withering, causing him much worry. This was the pillar industry and the city's calling card, involving billions of industry revenue and the livelihoods of tens of thousands of flower farmers.

Now, Master Huang could revive a branch out of thin air. If given enough time, could he revive the entire garden?

At this moment, everyone's attention was on Master Huang, and no one cared about Chen Fan.

They all gathered around Master Huang, praising him and asking when he could revive the entire peony garden.

Although Master Huang had expended nearly half of his energy and was sweating slightly, he was in a very good mood.

It was clear that the yin-yang harmonizing array he had set up was effective. If enough feng shui masters could be gathered to set up a super-large array covering the entire peony garden, the problem could be perfectly solved.

"Master Chen, shall we leave?"

Seeing Master Huang surrounded like a star, Axiu said sourly.

In her heart, Master Chen was all-powerful, but now he was overshadowed by a Southern School feng shui master, which made her feel a bit disappointed.

"Alright, we should leave." Chen Fan nodded.

He had already found the cause of the withering peonies with his divine sense. However, with so many people around, he planned to come back at night to remove the culprit.

Jiang Shao wanted to laugh but looked like he was about to cry.

He had originally come to save the day, but now everything was ruined. Not only had his status in his father's eyes plummeted, but the powerful Mr. Chen might no longer favor him.

Just as Chen Fan and the others were about to turn and leave, a voice called out:

"Little brother, are you convinced now?"

Chen Fan turned around and saw Master Huang looking at him arrogantly, while the others around him laughed and shook their heads.

"I said, you're wrong."

To everyone's surprise, Chen Fan still said:

"Although your method of revival is correct, your theory about the source is wrong. If the source is not addressed, even the largest yin-yang array can only save them temporarily, not permanently."

"Shut up! How dare you still be stubborn in front of Master Huang? Police, get him out of here!" Mayor Jiang shouted angrily.

Several special police officers who were on guard nearby had already surrounded them. Hearing the mayor's order, they clenched their fists and were about to drag Chen Fan away.

"Dad!"

Jiang Shao looked at Mayor Jiang pleadingly, but the mayor remained stern and unmoved.

In everyone's eyes, Chen Fan was like a clown, and it was finally time for him to leave the stage.

"Master Chen?"

Master Wu also looked at Chen Fan with some anxiety.

This was in front of many leaders of East Capital City, and the special police of the city bureau. If they resisted here, they would offend the state, and the three of them might have to flee for the rest of their lives.

Only Axiu stood firmly behind Chen Fan, secretly gathering her true energy, ready to act.

"Ha ha."

At this moment, Chen Fan unexpectedly shook his head.

"When Jiang Haochen invited me to come out of seclusion, I thought if you respectfully invited me, I might be in a good mood and help you."

"But you not only disrespected me, but also tried to drive me away. Fine, since you don't care, I'm too lazy to help."

"But before I leave, I'll show you my abilities!"

Saying this, Chen Fan stomped his foot and shouted:

"Open!"

In an instant, it was as if the god of spring had issued an order.

All the peonies within a hundred meters of Chen Fan bloomed simultaneously. Countless valuable peonies competed for beauty, and the fragrance filled the air, as if they were suddenly in a sea of flowers in June.

"This... this?"

Everyone was struck dumb, standing there like they had been hit by lightning. Master Huang trembled, pointing at Chen Fan, unable to speak.

In the sea of flowers, only Chen Fan stood proudly with his hands behind his back, a cold smile on his face.

If I were the god of spring... I would make the peach blossoms bloom with me!

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