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After three days of rest, Shangguan Mingyue felt like tearing the entire hospital down.
She was someone who couldn't sit still; asking her to lie in a hospital bed was like breaking all her limbs. Although she had indeed fractured a rib.
Just an hour ago, I had managed to convince her to calm down, but it didn't take long before she started causing a ruckus again.
"Yan Xi, can we check out of the hospital?"
I kept my head down, peeling an apple, and replied without looking up, "No."
Knowing I wouldn't agree, she changed the subject. "Yan Xi, why did Master call so urgently?"
"Don't think about it. I've already refused Master. You're injured, so no missions for now."
Instantly, her face fell, and she slumped back onto the bed with a sigh.
"Ding ding..."
The phone rang again. It was obvious it was Master calling.
He had already called hundreds of times over the past three days without a moment's pause.
I picked up the phone, ready to hang up, but Shangguan Mingyue snatched it away from me. When I tried to take it back, she covered her injury and looked at me with a pitiful expression that made me want to give up.
I relinquished my attempt to grab the phone, and she wore a smug look on her face.
She quickly answered the phone, nodding eagerly with an excited expression on her face.
Before long, she hung up and handed the phone to me.
“Yan Xi, the master has an urgent mission for us. We need to get ready right away!”
I frowned and replied, “No, you’re not going either.”
“Yan Xi, saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. We can’t just ignore it!”
I handed her an apple without even looking at her and started on my next task.
She hurriedly got out of bed and chased after me, tugging at my sleeve.
“Yan Xi, Yan Xi…”
I ignored her, and she resorted to acting spoiled.
Suddenly, she collapsed onto the floor, feigning pain.
“Ouch, it hurts so much!”
I stood over her, looking down with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you sure you want to go? You’ll have to bear the consequences yourself.”
She nodded vigorously, confirming that she truly couldn't sit still. After consulting with the doctor, she finally agreed to leave the hospital.
As soon as Shangguan Mingyue was discharged, we headed to the address given by our master. Mu Xuanche had left to find an antidote for the Nightmare poison affecting me. Chen Sang was dead, and for now, the Nightmare poison posed no threat to me; as long as I took the medicine Bai Qiling had given me on time, I would be fine.
Upon arriving at the location, we got out of the car and were immediately approached by four or five burly men in dark sunglasses. Their imposing presence startled both of us.
If it were four or five ghosts standing in front of us, Shangguan Mingyue and I wouldn't have been afraid. However, these were four or five muscular men.
The leading man in black stood in front of me, his expression cold as he asked, "Are you from the Xuanzong?"
Shangguan Mingyue and I exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.
The group led us into a private room in the restaurant, taking a winding path that was extremely discreet. When the door to the room opened, the person inside still had their back to us. It wasn't until the door closed that they turned around.
I couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious person was.
When she removed the eyes from her face, I finally understood the reason behind her mystery.
She was a renowned movie star, an international A-lister, one of the few who had managed to break into Hollywood. No wonder she was so cautious.
If the paparazzi caught wind of her coming to us, it would undoubtedly become explosive news.
"Please, have a seat," she said, her tone not as grand as her reputation suggested; it was rather polite.
Once seated, her first request was not for our help but for us to keep everything confidential.
"Sister Zhang, we have our professional ethics. Our purpose here is to help you solve your problem; we are not interested in your private life at all."
My words seemed to ease her tension, and the atmosphere in the room relaxed from its earlier strain.
Negotiations were never my strong suit, so I let Shangguan Mingyue take the lead.
Having traveled extensively for several years, she was quite adept at handling such matters.
With an air of mystique, she spoke to Sister Zhang, and from a distance, she truly appeared to be someone with profound knowledge.
"Sister Zhang, since you have sought out someone from our sect, we will certainly not turn a blind eye. Those of us in cultivation value helping others; please share your experiences with us."
However, Sister Zhang seemed to have some unspoken troubles, hesitating and struggling to voice her concerns.
I was a bit anxious, afraid of wasting time, so I quietly tugged at Shangguan Mingyue's sleeve under the table, urging her to hurry.
Shangguan Mingyue kicked me lightly, signaling me to stop messing around.
Then she put on a serious expression and coldly addressed the big star, "Sister Zhang, I can see that your forehead is dark, your body is filled with negative energy, your eyes lack spirit, and there’s a dullness in your features. I can tell at a glance that this is the result of being haunted by something unclean. If you don’t tell us the truth, I won’t be able to help you."
As soon as Shangguan Mingyue finished speaking, Sister Zhang trembled all over, looking at us with disbelief.
"Sister Zhang, have you not slept for many days? It must be that unclean thing haunting you," I added, noticing her bloodshot eyes and heavy dark circles that made her look like a national treasure—clearly a sign of sleep deprivation.
Seeing my unwavering demeanor, her last defenses crumbled, and tears streamed down her face.
"Great Masters, you must save me!"
We had experienced this kind of scene many times before. Once the other party let down their guard, they would become helpless like a frail child, treating us as their saviors.
"Alright, Sister Zhang. We can help you with that, but please tell us everything that has happened; otherwise, we can't assist you."
Sister Zhang nodded and then composed herself to recount her recent experiences.
It turned out that ever since Sister Zhang won that international award last time, she hadn’t had any breakthroughs. Even after filming several movies, their box office performances were dismal.
Rumors began to spread in the industry that she was a box office poison. Directors and producers saw her declining box office appeal and stopped casting her in films.
In the entertainment industry, where updates come faster than changing clothes, everything declines once exposure fades. The most obvious sign is the drop in one's market value.
When Sister Zhang's worth plummeted to a mere tenth of what it used to be, she began to panic, seeking divine intervention and methods to turn her luck around.
Recently, she heard about a renowned figure in H City, Master Cao, who was famous for helping people change their fortunes. She decided to seek out Master Cao.
Strangely enough, after meeting with Master Cao, her career soared as if it had been rejuvenated. Her value skyrocketed, and she regained the Best Actress Crown, which thrilled her. She visited Master Cao several more times.
However, the good times didn’t last long; her momentum began to wane. Odd occurrences started piling up—she would occasionally emit a foul odor. When she tried to find Master Cao again, he was nowhere to be found.
Now, she slept fitfully, feeling perpetually exhausted despite sleeping for long hours. Memorizing lines became difficult, and her acting lost its former spark; no one was interested in casting her anymore.
Especially lately, she felt as if someone was speaking to her or following her. Yet no matter how often she turned around, there was no one there; even the surveillance footage showed nothing. She felt like she was being driven mad and hired numerous bodyguards to no avail.
Finally, she reached out to Big Boss, with whom she had a fleeting romance years ago. Through introductions, she managed to find Xuanzong.
Having shared all this, Sister Zhang let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Looking at us expectantly, she awaited our response.
After listening to her story, I instantly remembered the name Master Cao. Last time, Principal Chen was also Master Cao.
Who exactly is this Master Cao? Why do recent events seem to be connected to him?
"Sister Zhang, can you tell me what Master Cao did to help you turn your luck around?"
"He made me drink a bowl of some talisman water, and then he set up a formation in my home for me to worship a Great Master."
After hearing Sister Zhang's account, we unanimously decided to visit her house and see what kind of so-called luck-changing formation this Master Cao had set up.
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