50: Chapter 50 A Hong Kong Master Arrives? This Land, You're Not Strong Enough to Control It!

The next morning.

In the courtyard of Locust Tree Alley 44, the air was incredibly fresh.

Zhou Mingyue walked out of the guest room, stretching, wearing an oversized men's shirt that just covered the top of her thighs, revealing a pair of fair, slender legs that gleamed like ivory in the morning light.

"Wow... so comfortable!"

She took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

"Boss's Formation is just too miraculous; I feel like my skin is in better condition now than when I was eighteen, and even my dark circles are gone!"

Zhou Mingyue took out a small mirror to check, then happily twirled around.

In the center of the courtyard, Su Yang was sitting on a grand armchair, playing with the bloody mary ruby in his hand.

Behind him, Jiang Yingxue was holding a wooden comb, gently combing his hair.

Su Qingcheng was lying by his legs.

Like a lazy cat, she was feeding him peeled grapes.

This scene was practically a portrait of the corrupt life of a wealthy landlord.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Just then, the two heavy doors, which had just been painted with red lacquer, were suddenly knocked on heavily.

The force was great, revealing an air of ill intent.

"Who is it? Disturbing people's sleep early in the morning."

Su Yang frowned slightly and spat the grape seed from his mouth precisely into a trash can in the distance.

"I'll go check."

Zhou Mingyue hurried over to open the door.

The door opened.

A group of people stood at the entrance.

Leading them was a middle-aged fat man in a designer suit with slicked-back hair, carrying a briefcase under his arm, his face full of fat, looking like an upstart.

Beside him stood an old man in a Tang suit, holding a compass.

The old man had white hair and a white beard.

He looked quite like an immortal with a Daoist air.

But the sharp glint in his inverted triangular eyes made people feel very uncomfortable.

Behind the two were several strong men wearing demolition office vests, holding measuring instruments.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhou Mingyue asked vigilantly.

"Yo, such a top-notch babe hidden in this dilapidated house?"

When the fat man saw Zhou Mingyue, his eyes went straight.

"Ahem! I am Zhao Gang, the demolition department manager for the Shengshi Haoting developer."

The fat man cleared his throat, puffed out his beer belly, and said:

"Who is the owner of this house? Call them out immediately; I have good news to inform you!"

"Looking for me?"

Su Yang's lazy voice came from the courtyard.

He leaned back in the grand armchair, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"Come in, the door isn't locked."

Zhao Gang and his people walked in with an arrogant air.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the old man in the Tang suit, who had been squinting, suddenly changed his expression drastically.

"This... this is..."

Watching the compass in his hand spinning wildly, and feeling the Spiritual Qi in the courtyard that was so dense it was almost liquid, his eyes instantly erupted with greed and shock.

It really is a treasured land of Feng Shui!

And it's that legendary "treasure basin" layout!

It's even... a hundred times better than the Feng Shui of those top-tier luxury mansions he had seen on Hong Kong Island!

"Kid, are you the owner of this house?"

Zhao Gang didn't notice the old man's abnormality; he walked up to Su Yang and condescendingly tossed a document onto the table.

"Consider yourself lucky; our boss has taken a liking to this plot of land and plans to build a Feng Shui square here."

"This is the demolition contract, one price, five million!"

"Sign it quickly, take the money, and get out; this is a pie falling from the sky!"

In Zhao Gang's view, giving five million for such a dilapidated house in an old alley was already an astronomical price.

This kid would surely be crying and begging to kneel in gratitude.

However.

Su Yang didn't even look at the contract, just calmly spat out one word:

"Get lost."

"Wha... what?!"

Zhao Gang was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"What the hell did you say? Do you know who I am? Do you know who our boss is?!"

"I don't care who you are."

Su Yang picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Before I get angry, take your people and get out."

"Don't dirty my courtyard."

"Damn! You don't want to show respect, do you?!"

Zhao Gang was furious and waved his hand, "Brothers, get him..."

"Wait!"

The old man in the Tang suit, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly interrupted him.

The old man stepped forward, cupped his hands at Su Yang, his eyes carrying a trace of inquiry and arrogance.

"Young man, don't have such a temper."

"I am the Vice President of the Hong Kong Island Feng Shui Association, Great Immortal Huang."

"I see your house, it's filled with Yin Qi; I'm afraid it's not a good place."

Great Immortal Huang stroked his beard and said pretentiously:

"If I'm not mistaken, this place used to be a mass grave, right? There are quite a few dirty things buried underground."

"Living here, you will not only shorten your lifespan but also end your family line."

"Oh?"

Su Yang looked at him with a half-smile, "And what is the Great Master's expert opinion?"

"Hmph, easy."

Great Immortal Huang stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a savior.

"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; since I have encountered this, I cannot ignore it."

"As long as you sell this house to Manager Zhao, I can personally perform a ritual to resolve the Evil Qi on you."

"Besides, this five million is enough for you to buy a good house elsewhere; why cling to this ominous house?"

After speaking, he stared intently at Su Yang, waiting for him to show an expression of tearful gratitude.

He had used this scare tactic repeatedly in the mainland with great success.

Those bumpkins would have already wet themselves upon hearing about ending their family line.

"Hehe."

Su Yang suddenly laughed.

He laughed happily, looking at this "Great Immortal Huang" as if he were a fool.

"Great Master from Hong Kong Island, right?"

"Filled with Yin Qi, right?"

Su Yang slowly stood up, his Aura suddenly changing.

"Since your eyes are so good, have you seen..."

"The brother who is currently clinging to your back is smiling at you?"

"Wha... what?!"

Great Immortal Huang's expression changed, and he subconsciously looked back.

Whoosh—

A gust of cold wind blew by.

Even though it was broad daylight, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Playing tricks! I am full of righteous Qi, immune to all evils!"

Great Immortal Huang tried to steady his nerves, took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, and threw it out violently.

"By the order of the law! Reveal yourself!"

The talisman burned and turned into a fireball.

However.

Just as the fireball was about to fly out.

"Snap!"

A hand, pale and devoid of any color, suddenly appeared out of thin air and snuffed out the fireball.

Immediately after.

Su Qingcheng, dressed in red, slowly emerged from the air.

She hovered in mid-air, looking down at Great Immortal Huang, a mocking smile hanging on the corner of her lips.

"Old thing, your fire isn't even as hot as my foot-washing water."

"Ghost... Red-Clothed Vicious Ghost?!"

Great Immortal Huang's pupils shrank, and he retreated three steps in fear, almost sitting on the ground.

Although he knew some Feng Shui techniques and had seen many ghosts.

But a Red-Clothed Vicious Ghost that could manifest in broad daylight and had such a terrifying Aura, this was his first time seeing one!

"This... how is this possible?!"

"The Spiritual Qi here is clearly soaring to the heavens; how could it raise such a vicious thing?!"

Little did he know, this Spiritual Qi was exactly what Su Yang used to raise ghosts!

"Manager Zhao, right? Five million?"

Su Yang walked up to the fat man who was already scared silly and picked up the contract on the table.

"Rip—"

The contract was torn to shreds and sprinkled onto Zhao Gang's face.

"You... you..."

Zhao Gang's legs were trembling; he wanted to run but didn't dare.

"Just now you said, let me get lost?"

Su Yang flexed his wrists, making cracking sounds.

"I think your mouth is in need of some discipline."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Slap!

Su Yang backhanded him with a slap, fiercely striking Zhao Gang's fat face.

"Awoo!"

Zhao Gang let out a miserable scream, and his whole body spun around twice like a top.

Half of his face immediately swelled into a pig's head, and two bloody teeth flew out directly.

"This slap is to teach you how to talk to people."

Bang!

Before he could stand steady, Su Yang kicked him again, heavily striking his beer belly.

"Pfft—"

Zhao Gang spat out a mouthful of bile, clutched his stomach, and fell to his knees, his features twisted in pain.

"This kick is to make you remember who the owner of this place is."

"Ouch! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Great Master, spare me! Spare me!"

Zhao Gang curled up on the ground, wailing for his father and mother.

The few strong bodyguards nearby watched this scene, then looked at the Red-Clothed Female Ghost floating in mid-air, and none of them dared to step forward; they were all trembling.

"Go back and tell your boss."

Su Yang stepped on Zhao Gang's head, his voice icy and bone-chilling.

"This plot of land, not to mention five million, even if it were five hundred million, I wouldn't sell it."

"And..."

He leaned down slightly, looking at Zhao Gang as if looking at trash.

"The Feng Shui of this place is indeed not good, especially for people like you who have done all sorts of evil."

"If your life isn't tough enough, you won't be able to suppress it."

"Get out."

"Yes, yes, yes! We're leaving now! We're leaving now!"

Zhao Gang was scared out of his wits by Su Yang's cold gaze.

He scrambled up from the ground, dragged the weak-legged Great Immortal Huang, and fled the courtyard in a panic.

It wasn't until they ran out of the alley entrance and got into the car that Great Immortal Huang recovered.

He gasped for air, the fear in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by even crazier greed.

"Great Immortal, should we... should we stop provoking that kid? There really is a ghost in that place!" Zhao Gang said, trembling.

"Idiot!"

Great Immortal Huang slapped Zhao Gang on the head.

"What the hell do you know!"

"That kid definitely has a precious treasure in his hands!"

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to raise a Red-Clothed Vicious Ghost in the daytime, and make the Spiritual Qi there like a Dragon!"

"That Red-Clothed Female Ghost... if she could be subdued by me and refined into a ghost servant..."

"And that treasure that gathers Spiritual Qi..."

Great Immortal Huang licked his dry lips and laughed sinisterly.

"Although this kid has some Dao, he is too young after all and doesn't understand the principle that wealth should not be flaunted."

"Since soft tactics won't work, then don't blame me for getting hard."

"Tonight, I will let him know what real Hong Kong Island magic battle is!"