Chapter 62: The Ancestral Home is Destroyed
Mu Lichuan stared at the enlarged "newspaper," his face turning completely red from anger. "Are you sure you're not just making up rumors?"
Qi Wei - he had saved him, only to end up labeled as a superstitious propagandist Yuan Dacheng - he had solved the feng shui array curse for him, only to be branded a fraud. And then there was He Chen, just because he killed two ghosts in his villa, he was accused of creating a terrifying atmosphere at night. People's imaginations were truly running wild.
"Are you saying you have no connection with these three families?" Mi Shen calmly took the folder back and handed it to a subordinate behind him.
If he hadn't ordered the anti-superstition newspaper not to publish the story, the young man before him would likely have become the focus of the entire capital by now.
At these words, Mu Lichuan was left speechless. "If everyone who interacts with me shows signs of being brainless, doesn't that mean you're brainless too?" Fine, he knew his words were a bit harsh, but moving into Mi Shen's house was absolutely out of the question.
He wasn't a criminal, why should he? This was an era of free speech, and all he had done was help where he could. How had he become the "villain" in others' eyes?
"..." Mi Shen couldn't refute him, nor could he argue back.
The two stood at the door, staring each other down without blinking. In the end, Mu Lichuan was the one who broke first,his eyes were unbearably sore from not blinking for so long. "Fine, I concede. I'm hungry, I'm going to eat first." No matter how big the issue, food came first.
Bang!
Once again, Mi Shen was shut out, but this time, he turned away in good spirits. After all, Mu Lichuan had finally woken up, lifting a great weight from his heart.
Mu Lichuan had gone into seclusion to meditate precisely because of the painting Mi Shen had given him. Though he didn't believe in supernatural tales, there were still unexplainable natural phenomena.
When Mu Lichuan turned around, he saw his great-grandfather staring at him with an inscrutable expression, making his heart race. "Grandfather..." he mumbled weakly.
Mi Shen, the young master of the Mi family, was entirely his own doing - his kindness had led to this mess. Worse, there was that sinister ink-wash landscape painting in his house. He had no idea what had happened to Xiao Mo, and the sealing method he'd found in books was only a temporary fix.
"Lichuan, I don't oppose you making friends, but him..." Mu Xiaoran was furious that this man had dragged his great-grandson into trouble. If anything happened, the Mu family line might truly end with him.
Before his great-grandfather could finish, Mu Lichuan nodded. "Grandfather, I won’t become friends with him. It’s impossible between us, it’s just a twisted fate."
"This man carries the aura of a dragon. The more I interact with him, the more golden light energy I absorb." His tone was resigned, but it was the truth.
Mu Xiaoran frowned. "Why would the nation's fortune flow to you?" While dragon energy was highly beneficial to cultivators, it wasn’t something one could gain without reason. Moreover, his great-grandson had only interacted with Mi Shen a few times, their relationship couldn’t be that deep.
"I don’t understand it either, but I can’t stop it." Mu Lichuan shrugged. "Grandfather, let’s eat first. No point overthinking the rest." Even if he racked his brains, he wouldn’t figure it out.
He was from Chuan City, while Mi Shen was from the capital, their paths should never have crossed. Yet after a few encounters, this golden light had clung to him relentlessly.
He had heard that those blessed with the nation’s fortune could extend the protection of their dragon energy to others if they wished. But he and Mi Shen were practically strangers. Worse, Mi Shen was a staunch believer in science, completely at odds with cultivators like them. They should have been like "well water not interfering with river water."
[井水不犯河水 (jǐng shuǐ bù fàn hé shuǐ): lit. well water does not interfere with river water; fig. each minds their own business without conflict.]
Mu Xiaoran’s lips moved as if to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words.
"Grandfather, cultivators follow cause and effect. If it’s meant to come, we can’t stop it, we can only go with the flow." Sensing the old man’s worry, Mu Lichuan emphasized this point again.
Hearing this, Mu Xiaoran’s frown eased. Perhaps because he had become an ordinary person, his thoughts had grown more mundane as well.
After resting for two days and attending school for a week, Mu Lichuan took the initiative to contact He Chen, much to the latter’s delight. Though the immediate issues had been resolved, they were merely band-aid solutions. A permanent fix would bring true peace of mind.
Mu Lichuan man symbolically packed a backpack and boarded He Chen’s car. Since he didn’t know the location of the He family ancestral graves, only Yuan Dacheng accompanied them, while his two children stayed behind.
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