Chapter 17

Seeing that Shen Chun was still young, the old man wanted to show off.

He clicked his tongue and said, “Something very strange happened. A month ago, the wife of the boss of the antique shop suddenly fell ill. She went to the hospital many times, but still didn’t recover. Guess what happened after that? Master Bei Chen happened to come over to buy things and pointed out that her illness was caused by evil spirits.”

Shen Chun asked, “Then what happened?”

“At first, the boss didn’t believe it, so Master Bei Chen performed a ritual for free. The wife was already dead, but after this ritual, she revived!”

It sounded miraculous, but Shen Chun felt that something was amiss.

The person beside her chimed in, “I was watching from the side during the first ritual. It’s really not an exaggeration at all. She opened her eyes immediately after the ritual.”

“That’s right. Master Bei Chen said that after another ritual, the boss’ wife will completely recover. It’s a piece of cake for him to treat an illness that even doctors can’t treat. Master Bei Chen is the reincarnation of a god!”

Shen Chun frowned and observed Master Bei Chen carefully. At first glance, he looked sage-like, but his eyelids were drooping, his cheekbones were high, and he looked mean. He didn’t look like someone from the Xuan Sect at all.

Master Bei Chen also noticed Shen Chun’s gaze. He glanced over casually, but his eyes lit up when he saw Shen Chun’s appearance.

This little girl was young and beautiful. She was just his type. After this ritual was over, he would find an excuse to trick her.

This wasn’t the first time he had done this anyway.

On the other side, the owner of the antique shop had already come out to welcome them. The owner’s name was Zhao Chen, and he was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing a tunic suit and dressed sharply. However, there was fatigue in his eyes, as if something had exhausted him.

When Zhao Chen saw Master Bei Chen, he felt relieved.

He said respectfully, “You’re finally here. Follow me in!”

Master Bei Chen swept away the dust and said mysteriously, “Mr. Zhao, you can’t be anxious. The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make.”

Zhao Chen froze, but then he hurriedly nodded and followed Master Bei Chen into the inner courtyard, while the others followed.

Shen Chun also wanted to take a look, but when she turned around, she saw the shop assistant walking out with a pile of yellow paper.

She immediately said, “Wait a moment. I’ll come over and buy it later.”

The shop assistant waved his hand in understanding. “Is Master Bei Chen from Liu Mangshan here? If you want to watch the commotion, go over there first. Speaking of which, you two are from the same sect!”

After Shen Chun thanked him, she mixed into the crowd to enter the Zhao family’s residence.

Zhao Chen’s courtyard was a four-part architecture. It had three entrances and three exits. The price was estimated to be around 300 to 400 million yuan. The room in front happened to be facing the street, so he made it an antique shop. The rest of the place was used for accommodations.

When she passed by the shop, Shen Chun noticed a trace of an evil aura. She stopped in her tracks and looked at a pottery figurine on a shelf.

Shen Chun’s eyes flickered. Then, she looked away and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The courtyard in the middle had already been tidied up by Zhao Chen. Tables, yellow talismans, candles, and other things were placed in the empty space.

When Shen Chun entered, it was already a little late. Because no one could stand in front of Master Bei Chen when he performed the ritual, people crowded behind him to watch. Shen Chun was at most 1.7 meters tall, so even if she tiptoed, she could only see half of Master Bei Chen’s body.

She simply bent down and squeezed in. When she stood up again, she was just in time to see Master Bei Chen doing the ritual. First, he lit an incense and inserted it into the incense burner. Then, he raised the Seven Star Coin Sword on the table and waved it as he muttered something.

The disciples standing around him kept spraying rice wine at him as they shook brass bells in their hands.

When Shen Chun saw this scene, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She had thought that this so-called master was very impressive, but in the end, he was dancing. She didn’t know how he tricked these people into obeying him.

Especially Zhao Chen. Although his expression didn’t change, he clearly looked relieved.

The surrounding audience also marveled. “Master Bei Chen is really impressive. I heard that this is an Ancient Great Wizard’s Invitational Dance. If you don’t have any cultivation foundation, you can’t even dance it. Even if you’re able to dance it, you won’t be able to achieve Master Bei Chen’s effect!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om