Chapter 64: Character Divination through Qimen Dunjia (Part 1)

Li Chengfeng never expected Ye Gucheng to be such a person. Fearing he might be implicated, Ye Gucheng had tried to distance himself, letting out a cold snuff and refusing to even look at him again.

Wang Bin glared at Ye Gucheng with fury. He was the one invited, and even promised a meal, yet after arriving here, not only was there no food, but Ye Gucheng had uttered such shameless and spineless words. It was truly chilling.

This was a man who was utterly fickle, ungrateful, and entirely selfish.

Ye Mengyao stared at Ye Gucheng with a look of deep disappointment. Li Chengfeng was their family's lifesaver; how could her father utter such words?

This was nothing short of biting the hand that fed them and turning gratitude into enmity. How could her own father be such a person?

She felt so utterly disappointed!

She had no idea how to face Li Chengfeng now; he must despise her father to the core.

The people present also looked at Ye Gucheng with a trace of contempt, though they were far more curious about how Chu Yunhong would deal with Li Chengfeng.

With a solemn expression, Chu Yunhong stared at Li Chengfeng and asked, "Young man, he says you are a fraud. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"A frog at the bottom of a well knows nothing of the vastness of the sky and the boundless seas where birds fly freely; a mere ant knows nothing of the iron-shod horses traversing ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains."

Li Chengfeng's concise sentence not only provided a reasonable explanation but also subtly mocked Ye Gucheng for his narrow horizons—nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well, a petty ant.

Ye Gucheng was no fool; he caught the mockery in Li Chengfeng's words. His expression darkened slightly, but he remained silent.

Chu Yunhong nodded with a smile and said quite contentedly, "What a magnificent line—the vastness of the sky and boundless seas where birds fly freely, and the iron-shod horses traversing ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains! Regardless of whether you are a Feng Shui master or not, today's meal is on me."

"Thank you, but I have no appetite to eat with these people!"

"Farewell!"

Hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly. This brat was simply too arrogant. Who did he think he was?

The people in the room were either renowned entrepreneurs of Qingzhou City or prominent masters of the mystic arts. Ordinary people would pay a thousand pieces of gold just for the chance to share a meal with them.

Yet he had the audacity to declare that he had no appetite to dine with these prominent figures of Qingzhou City. Where did he get the courage to say such things?

Everyone wore displeased expressions, yet not a single person dared to step forward and talk back to Li Chengfeng.

Chu Yunhong was slightly stunned. This young man had quite a temper and was remarkably bold, daring to directly challenge nearly half of the heavyweights in Qingzhou City. From this alone, it was clear that the young man either possessed genuine skills or was simply a reckless hothead.

Li Chengfeng turned and walked toward the exit, only to be blocked by the woman who had been standing beside Chu Yunhong. With an expression of displeasure, she said, "My father invited you to eat, which is doing you a favor. Even if you don't eat, you'll stay right here."

Li Chengfeng almost collided with the woman. With their bodies in close proximity, a seductive fragrance washed over him—reminiscent of both milk and flowers—intoxicating the senses.

Chu Yunhong glared at the woman and said in a mildly angry tone, "Qingyan, do not be impudent!"

This woman was none other than Chu Yunhong's daughter, Chu Qingyan—domineering, willful, breathtakingly beautiful, fearless, and like a bright, thorny rose.

Unreconciled, Chu Qingyan glared at Li Chengfeng with wide, almond-shaped eyes.

At the same time, Chu Yunhong spoke with a serious expression, "Young man, will you grant this old man this face, or not?"

"Very well. Since you put it that way, this junior will respectfully obey. I shall eat before I leave."

Chu Yunhong nodded, then turned back to the guests in the banquet hall, offering an apologetic smile. "My apologies for keeping you all waiting so long!"

"Elder Chu, you speak too seriously. Being able to wait here for you is already our honor," the people present responded politely. After a round of mutual flattery, everyone finally took their seats.

It was then that Chu Yunhong revealed the purpose of his visit. His goal in coming to Qingzhou City this time was to find someone—a specific Feng Shui master.

He had hoped to hire this person to resolve the trouble he was currently facing, but unfortunately, he had not been able to locate him.

Having failed to find that particular person, he had no choice but to summon various Feng Shui masters and high adepts of the mystic arts in Qingzhou City, hoping to encounter someone capable of resolving this crisis.

To better attract truly capable and talented masters, Chu Yunhong had offered a tempting condition: whoever could help him resolve this matter would not only be given the Wanghai Pavilion, but also a national-level engineering project worth tens of billions, handed over to them entirely.

Upon learning of this, the entrepreneurs and prestigious families of Qingzhou City were immensely excited. Everyone wanted to claim the Wanghai Pavilion and secure a national-level project worth tens of billions.

These entrepreneurs and elite families began searching everywhere for renowned Feng Shui masters and masters of the mystic arts, sparing no expense to hire them as corporate Feng Shui consultants.

Then, they brought these masters to the Wanghai Pavilion.

They hoped that the Feng Shui masters they brought would be able to help Elder Chu resolve his trouble.

If successful, not only would they acquire the Wanghai Pavilion and secure a multi-billion-dollar grand project, but they would also forge ties with the Chu family.

For every family and enterprise, this was an immense temptation. Once successful, their entire clan and business would rise to unprecedented heights.

Ye Gucheng had also seen the potential in this. Unfortunately, his body had only just recovered, and by the time he learned of it, it was already too late—the renowned Feng Shui masters of Qingzhou City had already been heavily wined and dined away by other enterprises or families.

It was too late to invite masters from other cities.

In the end, he thought of Li Chengfeng. Though he did not hold high hopes given Li Chengfeng's youth, he decided to try it out as a last resort.

Only now did Li Chengfeng realize that Ye Gucheng inviting him to dinner and offering to hire him as a Feng Shui consultant for the Jiuding Group was not a simple matter at all.

Ye Gucheng wanted to win the Wanghai Pavilion and secure the multi-billion-dollar project.

If he became the Feng Shui consultant of the Jiuding Group, even if he successfully resolved the trouble for Chu Yunhong and won the Wanghai Pavilion and the multi-billion-dollar project, those rewards would not belong to Li Chengfeng; they would belong to Ye Gucheng, and he would at most receive a bonus.

Realizing this, Li Chengfeng cast a sideways glance at Ye Gucheng and let out a cold snuff. This old fox was truly cunning; he had almost been used.

Hu Tianzong, Hu Yansong, and the various masters and bosses present were all rubbing their hands in anticipation, hoping that they would be the ones to help Chu Yunhong solve his problem.

As long as they solved the issue, they would not only gain fame but also reap massive benefits—truly achieving both fame and fortune.

Everyone pricked up their ears, looking expectant, eager to know what kind of trouble Chu Yunhong had encountered.

Unfortunately, Chu Yunhong did not spell it out. Instead, he signaled his bodyguard to take out a piece of red paper. The Chinese character for "stick" or "baton" was written on the red paper, and Chu Yunhong slowly began to speak.

"Everyone, those who can sit here are renowned masters of the Qingzhou mystic arts circle. You should all be well-versed in mystic arts such as fortune-telling, divination, and character analysis!"

"I won't waste words. I wrote this character with my own hands. Masters proficient in character divination can deduce what kind of trouble I have encountered based on this character."

"If you are not skilled in character analysis, you may use whatever mystic arts you excel in to calculate what trouble has befallen me."

"Whoever can figure it out, we will discuss the rest then!"

Hu Tianzong, Hu Yansong, and the other mystic arts masters took deep breaths. Chu Yunhong had not explained what trouble he was facing, leaving them to deduce it directly—this was a true test of genuine capability.

Li Chengfeng smiled faintly. This Elder Chu was quite interesting, though his gaze remained fixed on the character written on the red paper.