Chapter 68 He Is a Real Feng Shui Master

Before even stepping into the Emperor’s Pavilion, Li Chengfeng had already discerned its feng shui layout. Now that someone was asking to be put in their place, he decided to oblige them. With a slight smile, he looked at Chu Yunhong and then spoke.

"The feng shui layout of the Sea-Viewing Pavilion is known as 'Vassals Bowing to the Sovereign, the Emperor’s Coronation, the Son of Heaven Ruling from the Throne, Unifying the Realm, the Ultimate Imperial Formation!'"

Hearing these words, Ye Mengyao and Wang Bin simultaneously turned to look at Li Chengfeng. They had heard him say the exact same thing while standing at the entrance of the Emperor’s Pavilion, but at the time, they had paid it no mind, failing to understand its meaning and assuming he was merely spouting nonsense.

Hearing it once more, profound shock washed over them. In a flash of realization, they understood the true meaning behind his words—he was precisely describing the feng shui layout of the Sea-Viewing Pavilion.

Ye Mengyao stared at Li Chengfeng with utter disbelief in her eyes. So he had seen through the pavilion's feng shui layout all along! A bitter smile touched her lips as she sighed, then turned to look at her father, thinking to herself, *Father, you are going to regret this very soon.*

Chu Yunhong had not pinned much hope on Li Chengfeng, especially since so many masters of the metaphysical world had failed to see through the Sea-Viewing Pavilion’s layout.

How could a young man possibly pierce the mystery of the pavilion's feng shui? One had to understand that this was no ordinary formation, but an exceedingly rare and profound Mahayana feng shui layout.

With a sigh, he thought that this anticipated surprise would not materialize. Yet the moment this thought crossed his mind, a voice rang out beside his ear, instantly transforming his disappointed expression into one of utter shock.

Staring in disbelief at the speaking Li Chengfeng, Chu Yunhong pressed his right hand against the coffee table and stood up abruptly. He could not believe his ears; his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Young brother, could you please repeat what you just said?"

"Certainly."

Li Chengfeng nodded and repeated his previous words. This time, he spoke much more slowly, every single syllable crisp and clear. Chu Yunhong followed along under his breath, repeating each word quietly.

He was far too familiar with that phrase; it was something he could never forget for the rest of his life.

Chu Yunhong vividly remembered that thirty years ago, a certain feng shui master had stood before the doors of the Emperor’s Pavilion and spoken those exact same words, without a single syllable differing from what Li Chengfeng had just uttered.

With a puzzled tone, Chu Yunhong asked, "Young brother, how did you come to know these words?"

"Naturally, I deduced them from the feng shui layout of the Sea-Viewing Pavilion," Li Chengfeng replied with an air of complete confidence.

Gazing at the confidence radiating from Li Chengfeng’s face, Chu Yunhong felt a sudden, uncanny sense that his demeanor was strikingly similar to that of the feng shui master from decades ago—both possessed the same peerless, unyielding self-assurance.

By sheer coincidence, that feng shui master had shared the surname Li, and so did this young man—a detail Chu Yunhong had not yet registered.

Chu Yunhong’s form of address for Li Chengfeng had already shifted from "young man" to "young brother," causing everyone present to burn with envy. To be addressed as a brother by Old General Chu—what an immense honor that was!

***

From Chu Yunhong’s reaction, everyone present could instantly tell that Li Chengfeng had hit the mark once again.

Envy and jealousy etched every face in the room. Once more, the spotlight had been stolen by this young man, who was now poised to win the Sea-Viewing Pavilion.

They had arrived fully prepared, only to leave empty-handed, while Li Chengfeng, who had come without any expectations simply hoping for a free meal, had emerged as the ultimate victor of the banquet.

Numerous wealthy merchants and bosses fixed their gazes upon Li Chengfeng, quietly scheming in their hearts.

The expressions worn by Hu Yansong and Liu Yishui turned extremely grim. In their wildest dreams, they never imagined that Li Chengfeng would actually decode the feng shui layout of the Sea-Viewing Pavilion.

They recalled their prior wager: if he could accurately explain the pavilion's feng shui layout, they would have to take him as their master.

Both men held lofty positions within the Qingzhou metaphysical community. Hu Yansong was not only the vice president of the Qingzhou Feng Shui Association but also a member of the prestigious Hu family of metaphysical practitioners.

Liu Yishui was likewise a member of the Qingzhou Feng Shui Association and a renowned master of physiognomy and physiognomic divination in Qingzhou City.

If they were to bow to a young man as their master, how could they ever show their faces in Qingzhou City again? They would become the laughingstock of their peers.

Both men wore expressions of agonizing conflict, at a complete loss as to what to do.

Ye孤城 (Ye Gucheng) was consumed by profound regret. He never would have dreamed that the person he had dismissed as a fraud, lacking any semblance of a master's demeanor, was the true feng shui grandmaster all along.

Had he not severed ties with Li Chengfeng, the Sea-Viewing Pavilion would have belonged to him, along with the potential to secure that ten-billion-dollar mega-project.

At this thought, Ye Gucheng cast aside his elderly pride. Driven by intense reluctance, he stood up directly and said in a grave, solemn tone.

"General Chu, this Mr. Li was invited by me. You ought to award the Sea-Viewing Pavilion to me!"

Chu Yunhong offered a faint smile without replying, turning instead to look at Li Chengfeng with a meaningful expression.

"Young brother, this..."

"Old General, this Mr. Ye and I are not acquainted."

As Li Chengfeng spoke these words, he glanced sideways at Ye Mengyao, only to see her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at her father, Ye Gucheng, with absolute disappointment.

Seeing Li Chengfeng refuse to acknowledge their relationship, Ye Gucheng flew into a rage, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Li Chengfeng, do not be ungrateful! If not for me, you would never have even set foot inside the Sea-Viewing Pavilion, let alone win it."

"Even if you refuse to give me the pavilion, the least you can do is split it with me fifty-fifty!"

***

Li Chengfeng could not help laughing aloud. *Ye Gucheng, oh Ye Gucheng, you must have gone mad with greed for money.* Turning to him with a stern expression, he casually retorted.

"Mr. Ye, pray tell, what favor have you ever bestowed upon me? If not for me, would your eyes have recovered their sight? Would you be standing here talking to me right now?"

Ye Gucheng was instantly left speechless. If one spoke of favors, Li Chengfeng had bestowed the grace of a second birth upon the Ye family.

Everyone present cast looks of utter contempt toward Ye Gucheng. Only moments ago, he had been rushing to distance himself from Li Chengfeng, denouncing him as a fraud and trying to drive him away. Now, upon hearing him correctly interpret the pavilion's feng shui and earning the favor of Old General Chu, he was desperately trying to cozy up to him again.

He even had the audacity to demand half of the Sea-Viewing Pavilion. Such a man was utterly shameless and devoid of all dignity.

Initially, Deng Sihai's gaze toward Li Chengfeng had harbored hidden murderous intent, harboring thoughts of settling scores once the young man left the pavilion.

At present, however, he stared at him with a look bordering on appreciation. Pulling out an exquisite business card, he walked up to Li Chengfeng with a smile and spoke.

"Master Li is truly a youth of extraordinary talent. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Deng Sihai, Chairman of Shenghai Group. This is my card."

The wealthy merchants and bosses who had looked down upon Li Chengfeng moments before finally snapped to their senses. They hastily pulled out their business cards, swarmed around him, and scrambled to introduce their families and enterprises.

Huang Yufei surged to the forefront, thrusting a business card into Li Chengfeng’s hand while issuing profuse apologies.

"Master Li, please forgive any offense I gave earlier. Our Huang family deals in the steel business..."

"Master Li, our company would like to retain you as our feng shui consultant. Name your own price..."

Those wealthy merchants and bosses were all racking their brains to curry favor with Li Chengfeng, leaving only Ye Gucheng standing nearby in a state of helpless bewilderment. He could have easily had first access to this opportunity, yet he had played a winning hand into absolute ruin.

Standing beside them, Ye Mengyao felt a complicated mixture of joy and desolation.

The scene descended into utter chaos, while the previously neglected masters looked on at Li Chengfeng with undisguised envy.

Li Chengfeng felt deeply helpless. The very merchants who had disdained him moments ago now viewed him as the most sought-after prize.

Watching the chaotic scene unfold, Chu Yunhong made no move to restore order. Instead, he simply smiled faintly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

He could clearly see that although Li Chengfeng possessed genuine skill, he lacked personal connections and a broad network. He decided to let the young man use this opportunity to build his own circle of influence.