105: Chapter 105 He had the desire to steal but not the courage.

Han Jingyang sighed. "So you know too?"

Zhou Yuanyuan said softly, "Almost everyone at the school knows by now. Professor Zhang even specifically called to ask me about it the day before yesterday."

"This is really... I've let the old man down."

"You know it too. But it doesn't matter; it's not the first time you've let him down. He wanted you to take the grad school entrance exam, but you didn't; he wanted you to stay at the school, but you didn't; he recommended you for the archaeological team, but you didn't go. You just had to open an antique shop. It's been over a year, and Professor Zhang uses you as an example in every class—a negative one, of course. Do you think it's easy for the archaeology department to produce an outstanding student?"

Han Jingyang could only chuckle sheepishly.

Archaeology was already a niche major where one could see their entire future at a glance. Without a strong business mind, one would basically spend their whole life in an archaeological team or a school.

Moreover, it was highly academic and left no room for even the slightest carelessness. It also frequently required going out into the field to dig into tombs, and the pay wasn't considered good.

Consequently, the number of high-quality students the archaeology department could recruit each year wasn't high, and they often faced the dilemma of students transferring majors in their sophomore year.

Han Jingyang was a promising talent personally mentored by Professor Zhang. He had been taken to field sites since his sophomore year. How many students could get that kind of treatment?

And yet...

Regardless, Han Jingyang also felt he didn't have the face to see Professor Zhang.

After laughing, Zhou Yuanyuan felt a bit dejected. "Actually, your choice isn't necessarily wrong. Although you let Professor Zhang down, at least you're making money. Look at me, busy as a dog every day with a monthly salary of 3,500. If I didn't truly lack other options, I'd want to jump ship too."

Han Jingyang continued to play dumb.

He couldn't get involved in this.

He couldn't exactly trick Zhou Yuanyuan into switching careers to become a Feng Shui Master, could he?

At the entrance of the Shanda University staff dormitory.

Zhou Yuanyuan suddenly blinked. "Want to come up and sit for a while?"

"Is that appropriate?"

"The staff building isn't a girls' dormitory. Didn't you love sneaking into the staff building back when we were in school?"

"That was then, things are different now."

"Oh, so Half-Immortal Han looks down on my tiny, shabby dorm now."

"I'm afraid something might happen."

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to still be that guy who has the lustful intent but no guts."

Han Jingyang smiled.

Lustful intent?

No guts?

Who was she looking down on?

Han Jingyang quickened his pace to keep up with Zhou Yuanyuan.

But just as he entered the stairwell, his phone rang.

Bad luck.

Who was it?

They really knew how to pick a time.

He took it out and saw Wang Zhiwei's name, almost dropping the phone.

This guy had ruined his good time a few times now.

He picked up. "Old Wang, has the sky fallen?"

Hearing his tone, Wang Zhiwei made a guess and smiled wryly. "Brother, I didn't want to call at this time either, but it's just a coincidence."

"Is there progress on that matter?"

"Yes. After Wang Qiang woke up, we looked for that jar together. We followed the trail and found a total of four buyers, except for the last one. All four of them have similar symptoms, though not very serious. They're all together now. Do you think you could make a trip over? It'll be hard work."

"They're all there?"

"Yes, all at my place," Wang Zhiwei added quickly. "Of course, they're not in too much of a hurry, and with that little Buddha statue you left behind, they're feeling much better."

"..."

If they weren't in a hurry, couldn't they wait until tomorrow morning to call?

Did he have to rush him in the middle of the night?

Was he a Black Impermanence?

Han Jingyang grumbled internally but could only say, "I'll go take a look. Give me the address."

Hanging up, he spread his hands to Zhou Yuanyuan. "Sister Yuanyuan, what a coincidence."

Zhou Yuanyuan snorted and rushed upstairs without looking back.

Han Jingyang could only say sorry in his heart.

Life is like that; nothing goes perfectly, and there are always times when you have to make a choice.

Career or love?

When I was younger, I might have sacrificed everything for love.

But now... I just want to make money!

Half an hour later.

Han Jingyang met up with Liu Jing.

Liu Jing was carrying a large backpack containing Han Jingyang's essential kit: compass, sanqing bell, bronze sword, tianpeng ruler, jade guan gong statue, and gilt bronze guanyin statue.

This was the basic kit, capable of handling most situations.

Just to be safe.

After they met, Han Jingyang sent a message to Wang Zhiwei: "I've arrived."

Ten or so seconds later.

Six or seven people rushed out of the villa, led by Wang Zhiwei, followed by Wang Qiang, three other men, and two women.

Wang Zhiwei ran up panting. "Brother, thanks for the hard work. Quick, quick, please come inside."

Wang Qiang followed closely and was about to kneel as he reached them. "Thank you, Mr. Han, for saving my life."

The others weren't to be outdone. "Mr. Han, save me."

"Mr. Han, save me first."

"Mr. Han, my name is Xu Yaoxian."

"..."

Han Jingyang was startled by their enthusiasm.

Was this necessary?

He reached out to stop Wang Qiang and gave a heavy "cough."

Everyone quickly quieted down, staring at Han Jingyang with burning eyes.

Only Wang Zhiwei said with a smile, "Brother Han is here, so your problems are no longer problems. Don't fight or snatch, and don't make Brother Han unhappy. Brother, come, let's go inside for tea first."

Seeing this, Han Jingyang didn't stand on ceremony.

Given their attitude, being too polite would be counterproductive.

When a group of people gathers, there must be a core.

Playing one's role well in such a group is a required course for expanding one's network.

Failing to find one's position in a group is equivalent to isolating oneself.

Right now, I am the core.

The role I must play is that of a metaphysical master.

The savior of this group of people.

If I'm too polite, these people will feel awkward.

Only if I maintain an air of authority will they feel at ease.

He went inside and sat down.

Han Jingyang directly took out the full set of equipment, placing them one by one on the coffee table, and said calmly, "Business first."

Everyone nodded hurriedly.

"I'll state the fees clearly first. It's 100,000 yuan per person to clear the evil yin energy from your bodies. If I have to go to your homes to solve the problem, that's a different price."

"Okay, okay."

"No problem."

"This fee isn't high."

"Mr. Han, please begin."

Han Jingyang nodded.

He set up the statue of guan gong and the guanyin statue.

Liu Jing assisted by setting out offerings and lighting incense, then grabbed the tianpeng ruler and slammed it onto the table.

"Clap—"

With a crisp sound, the altar was officially opened.

With the compass in his left hand and the sanqing bell in his right, Han Jingyang began to circle the five people, including Wang Qiang.

He rang the bell as he moved.

As the bell rang, strands of blue energy seemed to find their prey, lunging straight for the heads of the five people.

At the same time, the gilt bronze guanyin statue emitted a faint blue light, spreading evenly and peacefully, making everyone—including Liu Jing and Wang Zhiwei standing on the periphery—calm down involuntarily.

When they saw the black energy emerging from the heads of the five being treated, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

The black energy varied in amount, but it had no resistance against the blue energy emitted by the sanqing bell, quickly melting and dissipating.

Until no more black energy emerged.

Han Jingyang stopped, put away the sanqing bell, returned to the altar, and slammed the tianpeng ruler again with a "clap," declaring the successful conclusion of the ritual.

Only after Han Jingyang had packed up all the tools did Wang Zhiwei and the others come to their senses, their gazes toward Han Jingyang becoming even more fervent.