Chapter 62: Wang Bin Lets It Slip

Faced with the ridicule from the crowd, Ye Gucheng felt utterly mortified, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to hide in. He was consumed by deep regret, realizing that had he known this would happen, he never would have asked Li Chengfeng to come along.

Seeing the way the two of them were dressed, Ye Mengyao wore an expression of sheer embarrassment as well. In her haste to arrive at the Wanghai Pavilion, she had completely forgotten to remind Li Chengfeng and Wang Bin to change into decent attire and wash their faces.

While she felt a strong sense of guilt seeing Li Chengfeng being mocked, she paid no attention to Wang Bin whatsoever.

In the face of the jeers, Wang Bin let out a cold scoff. Adopting an attitude of "let them laugh as they will, my arrogance reaches the heavens," he secretly ridiculed the group of fools in his heart, thinking them utterly ignorant of his brother's might yet bold enough to arrogantly mock him.

If these idiots had any idea of what his brother was truly capable of, they certainly wouldn't be laughing.

Recalling Li Chengfeng's unfathomable, ghostly methods, Wang Bin felt that having such a brother and classmate was a matter of immense pride—something he could boast about for the rest of his life.

Observing the roaring laughter all around him, Li Chengfeng showed neither anger nor resentment. His expression remained completely serene, the corners of his mouth curving upward into a slightly arrogant smile.

At that moment, Hu Yansong recognized Li Chengfeng. He remembered that a month ago, at the Ye family villa, this same young man had been humiliated by Ye Wushuang and Ye Mengyao before being driven out of the estate.

A wave of doubt washed over him. Had Ye Gucheng and Ye Mengyao lost their minds? Why on earth would they bring him back here, and of all things, refer to him as a Feng Shui master?

Wasn't he just a common scammer?

As the laughter subsided, an elderly man dressed in a cyan linen robe stepped forward. He was none other than Liu Yishui, the renowned master of linen physiognomy from Qingzhou City. He walked up to Li Chengfeng and said in a proud, haughty tone:

"I have traveled the jianghu for over sixty years. It wasn't until I reached the age of fifty-two that I finally won the affirmation of my elders and peers, earning the title of master. Look at you—barely twenty years of age, probably ignorant of even the basic definitions of Feng Shui, yet you dare to style yourself a Feng Shui master. It is utterly laughable."

Whether in the circles of Feng Shui, martial arts, or physiognomy, those worthy of being called masters were exceedingly rare.

Ordinary Feng Shui practitioners and physiognomists could only be addressed as gentlemen; only those with true ability and profound skill earned the designation of master.

Above that were preceptors and celestial masters, existences capable of communicating with deities, who rarely walked among the mortal world.

Given Li Chengfeng's tender age, calling him a gentleman was already overstating his status, yet Ye Gucheng had actually dared to introduce him as a Feng Shui master.

Most ridiculously, the young man showed not a shred of humility and readily accepted the title, which made the masters present feel deeply uncomfortable.

How could a mere junior sit on equal footing with them and be called a master?

Only then did Ye Gucheng realize he had spoken out of turn. He had only called Li Chengfeng a Feng Shui master to elevate his status, never expecting it to provoke such strong dissatisfaction from these old veterans.

Hurrying forward to smooth things over, Ye Gucheng said with an awkward smile:

"Master Liu, I misspoke just now. Li Chengfeng, Mr. Li, is not a Feng Shui master—he only possesses a superficial understanding of Feng Shui arts!"

Hearing this, Liu Yishui's expression softened considerably. He was well aware of Ye Gucheng's background and social standing and had no wish to offend him; besides, wealthy patrons like him were their primary benefactors.

With a smile meant to convey that he was looking out for Ye's best interests, Liu Yishui said:

"President Ye, keep your eyes open in the future and don't let yourself be scammed. Just any stray cat or dog cannot be called a master."

"If your company wishes to retain a Feng Shui consultant, you can just speak to me, and I will introduce one to you. Anyone I recommend is guaranteed to be a towering pillar in the world of Feng Shui and physiognomy."

Liu Yishui had long since heard that the Jiuding Group was looking to hire a Feng Shui consultant and seized the opportunity to pitch himself.

"Right, thank you for the reminder, Master Liu," Ye Gucheng nodded and said politely.

He had thought the matter was settled, but unexpectedly, Li Chengfeng took two steps forward, lifted his chin, puffed out his chest, and declared with extreme arrogance:

"President Ye is mistaken. I *am* a Feng Shui master. In the realm of Feng Shui and physiognomy, apart from my grandfather, if I claim to be second, no one dares to claim first."

Upon hearing this, Ye Gucheng's expression shifted drastically. This bastard really knew how to stir up trouble! Liu Yishui had already let the matter drop, yet he had to jump back out and make such a statement—wasn't this deliberately looking for a fight?

The primary reason Li Chengfeng said this was that he was feeling annoyed. It had been agreed that Ye Gucheng was hosting a banquet, but upon arriving at the Wanghai Pavilion, he discovered that Ye Gucheng wasn't even the host.

As for why Ye Gucheng had asked him to come here, Li Chengfeng remained entirely in the dark.

Now, before even having a bite to eat, he had been subjected to a round of mockery; naturally, he felt compelled to cause some trouble for Ye Gucheng.

Liu Yishui, who had just been about to turn and leave, heard these wildly arrogant words ringing from behind him. His recently softened expression instantly turned pitch black. Turning slowly around, he glared at Li Chengfeng with a furious gaze.

"Impudent junior! Do you have any idea who is gathered here today, yet you dare to utter such wild words!"

The expressions of Hu Yanzheng, Hu Yansong, and several other elders darkened slightly as well. They stared up at Li Chengfeng, thinking that despite his youth, his tongue was certainly audacious.

Even that elderly Buddhist monk, who had been sitting with his eyes closed in meditation all this time, slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the young man who had spoken so wildly. He thought to himself that another braggart had appeared, and this one could blow wind even better than the old fellows.

Meanwhile, Huang Yufei and the various business tycoons adopted the expressions of spectators watching a good show, eager to see how these masters of the metaphysical arts would discipline the arrogant Li Chengfeng.

As the vice president of the Qingzhou Metaphysical Association, Hu Yansong stepped forward at that moment. The aura of a master radiated forcefully from him as he fixed his stern gaze on Li Chengfeng and spoke in an overbearing tone:

"I am Hu Yansong, Vice President of the Qingzhou Metaphysical Association. This is Master Liu Yishui, the renowned Qingzhou linen physiognomy master; this is a Chuma immortal practitioner from Heilongjiang; this Daoist priest belongs to the Zhengyi sect of Mount Longhu; and this eminent monk is a direct successor of the Zen sect..."

Hu Yansong went down the line, introducing every master present. Each time a person was named, that individual would wear an expression of haughty pride.

Once he finished introducing the masters in attendance, Hu Yansong finally turned his gaze toward Hutianzheng and continued in a respectful tone:

"And this is Master Hutianzheng, President of the Qingzhou Metaphysical Association, as well as a representative figure of orthodox esoteric teachings, holding an extremely lofty position in the metaphysical world."

"Every single person present—whether you judge by seniority, status, or genuine skill—surpasses you in every way. What kind of thing do you think you are, daring to call yourself a master in our presence?"

The several masters all wore smug expressions. They were prominent figures with faces to maintain in the metaphysical realm; having Hu Yansong recite their titles one by one would surely frighten this young man into kneeling and apologizing.

Unfortunately, they were destined to be disappointed. After hearing Hu Yansong introduce their backgrounds, Li Chengfeng showed no trace of fear whatsoever. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up into a disdainful smile.

Li Chengfeng didn't care who they were or what status they held. In his eyes, they were merely a bunch of posturing old fools. Just as he was about to retort, Wang Bin, who had been standing off to the side, chimed in with absolute contempt:

"If you're talking about seniority and status, you might be more impressive than my brother. But when it comes to actual capability, you guys certainly can't hold a candle to him!"

Wang Bin looked immensely proud, completely oblivious to Hutianzheng and Deng Sihai as he continued:

"Let me tell you, my brother's capabilities are beyond extraordinary! He can use the arts of Qimen Dunjia to summon twelve immortals, and he can use the Three Corpses Wealth-Blocking Technique to force a business to shut down completely!"

"Do you guys have skills like that?"

Li Chengfeng's head instantly pounded with a massive headache. He stared at Wang Bin in utter bewilderment; this fellow really had no filter and dared to say anything! Hadn't he even noticed that the mastermind behind the scenes of the Shenghai Gold Shop was sitting right over there?

Now they had truly stirred up a massive disaster. If Deng Sihai found out that the person who cast the Three Corpses Wealth-Blocking Technique at the Shenghai Gold Shop was none other than Li Chengfeng himself, he would undoubtedly face relentless vengeance.

Li Chengfeng was so infuriated by Wang Bin that he wanted to strangle him on the spot.

However, matters had already reached this point; all they could do was take it one step at a time.

Meanwhile, Hutianzheng suddenly stood up, staring at Li Chengfeng in sheer astonishment. The folk taboo of the Three Corpses Wealth-Blocking Technique outside the Shenghai Gold Shop flashed through his mind—could the person who laid that technique really be this young man?

How could that be possible? He was so young, looking like he had just graduated from college; how could he possibly understand folk taboos?

One had to know that this was a long-lost folk forbidden art.

He reasoned that it was absolutely impossible for the person who set the Three Corpses Wealth-Blocking Technique at the entrance of the Shenghai Gold Shop to be this kid; there had to be someone standing behind him.

Deng Sihai, who had been sitting quietly to the side without uttering a word, also raised his head to stare at Li Chengfeng. Over the past few days, he had deployed numerous people to investigate who had set the forbidden folk technique at his shop, but all his efforts had yielded zero results.

He never expected that the culprit would deliver himself right to his doorstep, and that too in the form of a young man.

To dare play tricks right on Deng Sihai's head—this was an insult he could not swallow. Vengeance burned fiercely in his heart.

He vowed to tear this kid limb from limb and leave him without a burial site.