Chapter 20: Returning the Treatment in Kind

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Zheng Feiyu nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Mom and Dad, it’s her.”

Zheng Feiyu expressed his gratitude, “This time, it’s really thanks to Yuanman. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it back.”

After the Zheng family’s major incident, the moment Zheng Feiyu escaped, he immediately contacted his parents to truthfully inform them of the situation.

At first, they were half in doubt, but after searching the Liu family members and actually finding some fingernails and bones engraved with strange runes, they had no choice but to believe it.

Moreover, since their family was involved in business, they tended to put some faith in such matters.

So when Zheng Feiyu brought the items to Yuanman Nan, his parents came along as well, not only to express their thanks and offer a gift but also hoping to build a good relationship with the Jiang family.

However, they were taken aback by how young Yuanman Nan actually was.

Still, Jiang Danqiu and Zheng Zhenhao were both sharp-minded; although they harbored doubts, they wouldn’t say anything unpleasant.

Jiang Danqiu gratefully handed Yuanman Nan a plump red envelope. “Thank you, Little Master, for helping the Zheng family with such a big favor. If it weren’t for you, our family might have…”

“This red envelope is just a small token of our appreciation. Please, do accept it.”

Yuanman Nan rubbed the bulging red envelope happily, smiling broadly. “No need to thank me.”

“Let’s go.” Yuanman Nan jumped down from the sofa and led Zheng Feiyu and the others upstairs. “Take the items to my room.”

Zheng Feiyu hurriedly picked up the red cloth bundle and followed, while Jiang Danqiu and Zheng Zhenhao exchanged slightly apologetic smiles toward the bewildered butler, Li, and followed as well.

Butler Li: “???”

When did Miss Nan become acquainted with the Zheng family? And why are the Zheng family calling Miss Nan ‘Little Master’?

Did he miss some crucial information?

While Butler Li was still confused, the Zheng family had already arrived at Yuanman Nan’s room.

They stood inside the room filled with childlike charm, holding the red cloth bundle, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Yuanman Nan moved a small round table over and beckoned Zheng Feiyu, “Come, put the items down.”

“Oh, okay.” Zheng Feiyu carefully laid the red cloth on the small table.

Jiang Danqiu hesitated, watching Yuanman Nan open the cloth, and asked, “Are we really going to break the formation just like this? Don’t we need incense, ritual bathing, or something like that?”

“Others might need those; I don’t.” Yuanman Nan examined the items inside the cloth and replied.

The fingernails were forcibly plucked from Zhou Ying, perfectly intact, engraved with strange runes that gave an immediate chill.

The bones were taken from Zhou Ying’s skull, the rib closest to the heart, and the extremities of her hands and feet closest to the ground, all etched with those eerie runes as well.

The hair appeared specially treated, not dry or yellowed but thick and black like ink.

Zheng Feiyu had glanced at them hurriedly before, but now seeing them again, he couldn’t help feeling a shiver. Jiang Danqiu dared not even look, while Zheng Zhenhao remained relatively calm.

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Yuanman Nan pulled out a small bronze coin sword from the cloth bag, only as long as her forearm, delicate and miniature. With her right foot forward and left foot back, she took the Yu step and murmured, “Under the heavenly gate, demon-slaying immortal descends, crushing demons and eradicating evil... by law and order... punish without cover, supreme sacred power, vast and boundless, swiftly obey the Northern Emperor’s decree, break!”

With the final crisp shout, she thrust the bronze coin sword downward heavily.

A golden light flashed from the sword tip, suddenly threading the hair, nails, and bones—which had been scattered—together.

A faint “pop” sound seemed to echo through the air.

The lingering Yin energy and resentment instantly dispersed, and a fierce wind blew through the room, causing the Zheng family to squint their eyes.

Zheng Feiyu: “!!!”

Yuanman Nan closed her eyes slightly. Whatever suffering Sister Zhou Ying endured, those people should suffer in kind.

They shall receive their own medicine!

Meanwhile,

Inside a high-end club in S City.

A middle-aged man with a scar over his left eye, looking fierce and menacing, pushed a black briefcase toward an elderly man sitting nearby, his face showing a mix of respect and eagerness.

“Master Ruan, you really are a miracle worker! Thanks to your divination this time, I successfully avoided that police ambush and made a good profit.”

“This is the commission I prepared for you. Could you also help me figure out how many undercover cops I have planted among them?”

Master Ruan straightened his back, exuding an aura of a skilled expert. He glanced down at the black briefcase and said, “Cheat Chen, if you want me to help, this money won’t be enough.”

Cheat Chen chuckled, “This is just a deposit. I know your price, and I promise you’ll be satisfied.”

“Oh, and someone told me you set up a fortune-gathering formation for the Liu family. Could you set one up for me as well? Don’t worry—the money’s no issue!”

Master Ruan snorted lightly, about to reply, when a sudden, faint stabbing pain struck his chest.

His face changed drastically. He muffled a groan, raising his hand to cover the pain.

The next moment, the pain spread like a web throughout his body. Master Ruan spat a mouthful of fresh blood and slumped limply into the sofa, unable to move.

His expression twisted with shock and anger. What was going on? How was it possible that the Yin object spell he cast on the Liu family was broken? Who could have done this? Did someone from the Sanqing Temple intervene?

Cheat Chen was startled, “Master Ruan, are you okay? Why are you coughing up blood?”

“I’m fine... *cough cough*!” Master Ruan coughed twice, trying to speak but spat blood again.

His eyes widened in fury. Why was the backlash so severe this time? Even if the Yin object spell was broken, he shouldn’t have suffered such a harsh counterattack!

Who was it? Exactly which person at Sanqing Temple?

A foreboding feeling rose in Master Ruan’s heart. He struggled to lift his trembling, convulsing hand and painfully pulled a small wooden doll from his pocket.

Just as he prepared to use it for a substitution spell, sudden excruciating pain surged through his limbs, as if someone was nailing them down.

Not only his limbs, but he also felt something crawling slowly in his throat, and his skin was slowly peeling away, as if being flayed alive.

Master Ruan: “!!”

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He writhed violently in the chair, desperate to return to his own house, where his spells and captive spirits could help shield him from the backlash!

But the moment he left the chair, his flesh began to peel off in a grotesque manner.

Cheat Chen, witnessing the grisly scene, exclaimed: “!!!”

“Ahhh! Ghost! Ghost!!!”

At the same time, members of the Liu family who had absorbed Zhou Ying’s fortune and nourished themselves suddenly collapsed in the police station, wailing in pain.

Liu Hanfei, rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, had his flesh mysteriously peel off, and his limbs were densely marked with nail puncture wounds.

In the end, he breathed his last in unbearable agony...

...

At the Jiang family villa.

Zheng Feiyu and his family slowly opened their eyes. Jiang Danqiu felt the warming temperature in the room and looked at Yuanman Nan, still uneasy, cautiously asking, “Um... Little Master, is it all resolved?”

“Yes, it’s resolved.” Yuanman Nan put away the bronze coin sword, carefully wrapped the items in the red cloth, and handed it to Zheng Feiyu. “Take Sister Zhou Ying’s bones back for burial. Burn plenty of offerings for her. Your karmic ties with her are now settled.”

“All right, all right. Thank you, Yuanman.” Zheng Feiyu accepted it carefully. After witnessing Yuanman Nan’s display just now, he was completely convinced.

Jiang Danqiu’s eyes sparkled as she smiled and handed her business card to Yuanman Nan. “Yuanman, can I just call you Yuanman? Here’s my card with my contact info. If you want to go out and have fun, feel free to contact me. I’ll show you around S City.”

Zheng Feiyu twitched the corner of his mouth. “...Mom, that’s enough.”

Just a moment ago, she was calling her ‘Little Master,’ and now she was on a first-name basis—her intention to latch onto Yuanman was too obvious.

Yuanman Nan blinked and accepted Jiang Danqiu’s card. Zheng Zhenhao cleared his throat and also handed over his card, “And mine as well...”

Zheng Feiyu: “...”

No saving him now.

In the end, Yuanman Nan added the Zheng family’s contact information. Upon learning she had her own payment account, Zheng Feiyu immediately transferred 500,000 yuan as a life-saving sum.

After all, if not for her, their losses would have been far greater than half a million.

“Yuanman, I’ll take Sister Zhou Ying home first. If you need anything, call me anytime. No matter where Brother Feiyu is, he’ll come back to help you,” Zheng Feiyu solemnly promised before leaving the Jiang residence with his parents.

With Zhou Ying’s matter settled, Yuanman Nan peacefully returned to the living room to wait for Zhang Shimian and the others to arrive.

She had not forgotten—the issue with her grandfather still remained unresolved.