Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Chen Zhen was dumbstruck, staring at me with his mouth agape. After a moment, his hand trembled as he reached out to touch the plastic water bottle in my hand.
“My god, this is incredible! Sect Master, why are you using this kind of bottle to hold it? You should have at least used a jade gourd!”
I rolled my eyes. Jade gourds were expensive; did I look like I had that kind of money?
“Alright, stop nagging. This water will be tainted by filth if it’s shoved into the luggage compartment, so it’s useless now. Figure something else out.”
Chen Zhen nodded.
“Right, this can’t be delayed. I’ll have Boss Liu arrange a private jet.”
People nearby looked at us like we were idiots. The trendy girl holding her phone to record a video let out a series of giggles.
“Oh my god, are these two filming a movie? They’re bragging like it’s the real deal. People from the mainland sure can spin a yarn.”
“Exactly! A private jet? Hahaha, what a bunch of posers!”
Around us, the Hong Kong locals joined in with mocking laughter. Chen Zhen hurriedly lowered his head even further and pulled me to the side to wait.
A while later, when it was time for them to board, the trendy girl went out of her way to wave her phone at me.
“Oh, ‘Grandmaster,’ so you’re going to Hong Kong? I’ll give you some free publicity first, so the people in Hong Kong know a ‘formidable’ Feng Shui Master is on her way-”
About half an hour after they left, Boss Liu’s private jet was ready.
Sitting in a luxurious, imported leather seat, I excitedly asked the flight attendant to bring me drinks and snacks.
Chen Zhen had already taken off his hat and glasses, leaning in with a fawning expression.
“Sect Master, since you personally went to the underground river at Mount Everest, could you tell me more about the experience?”
His two assistants were sitting in the row in front of us. Hearing this, they pressed their ears closer in excitement.
“What? I’ve never been to Mount Everest!”
Chen Zhen was stunned. “Huh? Then this bottle of Xuanze-”
I waved my hand dismissively.
“*Cough*, I was just telling you how incredible Xuanze is. This isn’t Xuanze; it’s just ordinary Yin-Yang Water. I got it from the groundwater under the well in my hometown.”
“Besides, it’s just a cracked tombstone. Why would I use Xuanze on that? Heh, talk about overkill!”
Chen Zhen: “…”
The reason Chen Zhen had invited me this time was that the tombstone of Hong Kong’s Richest Man, Liu Xiong’s ancestral grave, had cracked. For three consecutive months, every new stone they put up would split right down the middle. Liu Xiong had consulted every Feng Shui Master in Hong Kong to no avail. Chen Zhen happened to run into me, which was why he’d invited me to Hong Kong.
There was one more thing I hadn’t told him: I actually did have real Xuanze.
I had it stored in an eye cream jar-a tiny amount, no bigger than my pinky finger. I’d paid a massive price to get my hands on that stuff, so I couldn’t just use it on a whim.