Chapter Seventy-Seven: Are You Testing the Limits of My Patience?

Han Qin and Qin Muxue were both taken aback by these words, turning their gazes toward Chen Yang in surprise. Han Qin felt a bit embarrassed, for Chen Yang had hit the nail on the head—he had voiced exactly what she intended to say to Qin Muxue: that calamity and misfortune were looming.

All these notions stemmed from a monk known as Master Xuan Chan at the temple, whose words Han Qin deeply believed. She had heard stories of his remarkable abilities; many businesspeople who sought his talismans found their fortunes improved overnight. Thus, when Master Xuan Chan warned that Qin Muxue would suffer a bloody disaster and advised Han Qin to buy jade for protection, she agreed without hesitation.

Upon hearing Chen Yang so accurately guess what she was about to say, Han Qin furrowed her brows and asked, “Chen Yang, how did you know what I was going to say?”

“Because it’s a trick commonly used by swindlers,” Chen Yang replied with a chuckle.

Han Qin frowned at his lack of respect for Master Xuan Chan, retorting, “Chen Yang, whatever you say or do, you must think it through. Heaven is watching.”

“Mom, I think the one acting without thinking is you,” Chen Yang said bluntly.

Yes, his words were harsh, but if he didn’t speak so plainly, would his mother-in-law ever awaken to the truth? He doubted it.

“Chen Yang, mind your words,” Han Qin snapped, clearly displeased at being so openly insulted.

Chen Yang smiled. “Mom, this is a classic scam. How did you not see through it?”

“Chen Yang, do you know there’s a famous sage at Guanshan Temple called Master Xuan Chan? He’s helped many businesspeople become wealthy. The talisman I bought for Muxue came from him,” Qin Guoshan interjected, feeling it was necessary to enlighten Chen Yang, whom he considered utterly ignorant.

Chen Yang laughed and replied, “Dad, how do you know I don’t know Xuan Chan?”

“You know Master Xuan Chan too?” Han Qin asked in astonishment. To her, it was incredible that Chen Yang would know such a person.

“You’ve been to Guanshan Temple and sought help from Master Xuan Chan?” she pressed.

Chen Yang couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Mom, if I went to him for help, I’d have to spend a fortune, wouldn’t I? He’d probably tell me I’d suffer a bloody calamity too.”

“So what do you mean?” Han Qin’s patience was wearing thin.

Suddenly, Chen Yang reached out and swiftly snapped the red cord around Qin Muxue’s neck, taking the jade pendant in his palm and tossing it twice, sneering, “Another piece of death jade.”

“What do you mean, death jade? Chen Yang, what are you up to?” Han Qin demanded, her gaze sharp as a blade.

Holding the green jade pendant, Chen Yang explained, “Mom, jade can be righteous or evil. This is an evil jade. Hanging it on Muxue won’t bring her any good luck; it will drain her vitality instead.”

“If you don’t believe me, watch this.”

With that, Chen Yang crushed the jade pendant in his hand. Han Qin, Qin Muxue, and Qin Guoshan all stared, eyes wide with shock.

After all, this pendant had cost fifty-five thousand yuan. Fifty-five thousand! And Chen Yang had just destroyed it in an instant?

An icy wind swept from Chen Yang’s palm, chilling Qin Guoshan and Han Qin to the bone. Both shivered involuntarily, their faces a mix of emotions.

Noticing their reactions, Chen Yang smiled calmly. “Dad, you like antiques, don’t you? That gust of ghostly wind from the pendant—surely you understand now?”

Qin Guoshan frowned. “It seems this jade really is problematic.”

Han Qin’s expression was conflicted. “This is truly a harmful jade. All that money wasted…”

Unable to hold back any longer, Qin Muxue burst out angrily, “What can we do about the money now? It’s spent! I told you to consult with me before spending so much. Can we get the money back?”

Han Qin thought for a moment, then turned to blame Chen Yang: “Chen Yang, it’s your fault. Even if the jade was bad, you shouldn’t have smashed it. If you hadn’t, I could’ve returned it.”

“Mom, you want to return it? You mean to leave this pendant in the house overnight and try to get a refund tomorrow? Don’t you know that keeping such a thing for even a minute brings disaster?” Chen Yang said seriously.

Han Qin’s face changed, a bit shaken by his words.

Qin Guoshan then spoke up, fair-minded, “Enough, this time I support Chen Yang. Just like with antiques, many are cursed—no matter how wealthy, people won’t touch them. The pendant is broken, so be it. Take it as a lesson bought with money.”

“Oh, you’re always so clever,” Han Qin shot back, rolling her eyes.

She wasn’t wealthy; she’d hoped to spend over fifty thousand to buy peace and safety for her daughter, Qin Muxue. Instead, it was all for nothing—a fruitless endeavor.

Fifty thousand was a lot to lose; anyone would feel the pain.

Seeing Han Qin’s distress, Chen Yang smiled and offered, “Mom, don’t be discouraged. I’ll get your money back tomorrow.”

“Really?” Han Qin’s eyes brightened instantly. If Chen Yang could recover her money, it would be wonderful.

Chen Yang spoke confidently, “Mom, I promise I’ll get it back.”

Han Qin beamed with joy, “All right, Chen Yang, I’m counting on you.”

“Okay,” Chen Yang nodded with a smile.

After Chen Yang finished speaking, Qin Guoshan couldn’t help but shake his head, perhaps feeling disappointed in Xuan Chan. Qin Muxue’s face was grave, her heart heavy.

After this incident, peace returned to Qin Muxue’s household, though Han Qin’s mood remained low, nursing her grief over the lost money.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed.

Early the next morning, Chen Yang didn’t go to the company but strode alone into Guanshan Temple, entering the room where Xuan Chan was meditating.

Since Chen Yang had rebuked Xuan Chan last time, he’d become something of a legend at Guanshan Temple. This time, as Chen Yang entered Xuan Chan’s chamber, five senior disciples stood behind the monk, ready to confront him.

Seeing Xuan Chan, Chen Yang didn’t beat around the bush, declaring, “Xuan Chan, I told you to cultivate your path properly and stop deceiving people. Tell me, yesterday, did you swindle fifty-five thousand yuan from an old lady named Han?”

Xuan Chan furrowed his brows. “I live my life. Why must you trouble me again and again, benefactor?”

“It’s not me seeking trouble, it’s you who seek mine. Do you know the old lady you deceived yesterday is related to me?” Chen Yang pressed.

Xuan Chan’s frown deepened. “So she’s someone close to you?”

“She’s my mother-in-law, understood?” Chen Yang said loudly.

Xuan Chan slowly closed his eyes, his expression solemn. “Then, benefactor, what do you want?”

Chen Yang glanced around, then said coldly, “I won’t pursue the matter of you cheating my mother-in-law, but you must return the money. It’s her retirement fund.”

A bald disciple behind Xuan Chan bowed his head slightly and replied, “Benefactor, you put us in a difficult position. Guanshan Temple has its own unique financial system, which never refunds money. Giving refunds is considered unlucky for the temple.”

Chen Yang burst out laughing. “So you’re trying to extort my money? You can ask around—no one dares cheat Chen Yang. Even if you want to today, you won’t succeed.”

Humming…

As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, the five disciples behind Xuan Chan began chanting scriptures in unison. An invisible force struck Chen Yang’s mind, making his head ache fiercely.

Seeing the five bald disciples attempting a spiritual attack, Chen Yang’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Your master’s attacks are useless against me—what makes you think you’ll fare any better?”

Chen Yang quickly recited the Diamond Sutra, countering their assault.

Two invisible forces clashed in the air. Suddenly, all five disciples frowned and stepped back, beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads.

Chen Yang, seeing their attacks had no effect, stepped up to Xuan Chan, grabbed his collar, and said coldly, “Are you testing the limits of my patience?”