"Sir, you’ve arrived," Ariel Higgins greeted Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart as they reached the Wengquan Mountain Villa, accompanied by two women also dressed in qipaos. This woman wore qipaos all year round, with cotton ones in winter that even featured a white fur collar, which was extremely beautiful. The clothes were beautiful, and so was the person wearing them. However, there probably weren’t many people who could match Ariel Higgins, for this woman’s presence was too imposing. "Send some more people to watch the villa’s security, I’ve taken care of Lian Meskill," said Yusuf Zuck as he walked inside. "Ariel already knows, but there’s no need to send more people because no matter how many I arrange to be here, it would be in vain. They would just be sent to their deaths for nothing, so now there are only four people in the villa!" Yusuf Zuck was momentarily stunned, but then he could only give a bitter smile. Ariel was right; if the Meskill Family came, the villa would be bathed in blood, and everyone would meet an ill fate. Ariel couldn’t let her people be cannon fodder. "Well, I’ve requisitioned the hot spring there for about three hours." "Okay." Ariel stopped when she escorted Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart to the glass corridor. Indeed, there were only four people here now – two female attendants and a little giant. The villa was eerily quiet. The new year should have brought festivities, but the place was desolate, even giving off a chill. This was Samuel Ross’s first visit, and although the villa was frighteningly quiet, he felt it was a feng shui treasure. "This is Lucy Clayton’s territory? Nice place, with a lake in front and mountains behind. This is indeed a feng shui treasure. Moreover, according to Yin and Yang theory, although water is Yin, the main building of this villa is situated on the ’turtle’s head,’ which is Yang. Yin and Yang in harmony, so this place must bring prosperity and endless wealth to the owner," he observed. "Lucy Clayton is dead," Yusuf Zuck reminded Samuel Ross. How could a prosperous place bring death to its owner? "I haven’t finished yet. Precisely because he paid attention to the harmony of Yin and Yang, favoring wealth, he built the main building on the turtle’s head, which is an ominous sign. Therefore, Lucy Clayton did make money, but he also met an unexpected misfortune!" "You’ve learned quite a bit," Yusuf Zuck praised him. "Did you think I was just freeloading at Khaza Zuck’s? If I hadn’t stolen some tricks of the trade, I wouldn’t be the Jerome Hart you know!" "Did Lucy Clayton know about the ominous sign here at the beginning?" Yusuf Zuck asked, curious. "He probably knew, but he was too focused on wealth to care about the omens. Besides, people in the underworld are brazen, with a self-belief that they can suppress anything sinister, so he must have been careless!" "But now that Ariel has taken over, could there be danger in the future?" Yusuf Zuck said worriedly. "There’s bound to be. Including the guests who stay here, if they stay for just a day or two, they will encounter bad luck. It’s inevitable. You’re essentially sitting on the head of the Divine Beast Xuanwu here. Doing all sorts of things here, including eating and, well, ’that,’ it’s no wonder if misfortune befalls them, though the severity may vary." "Then how can this be resolved?" Yusuf Zuck wasn’t superstitious, but Khaza Zuck’s feng shui was indeed formidable. Even some government departments consulted feng shui when constructing buildings. If something exists, there must be a reason for it, and Yusuf Zuck felt compelled to help Ariel. "I don’t know how to resolve this. Khaza Zuck could solve it; I have learned only the basics. You should ask Khaza Zuck to come and solve it later!" "Alright, I’ll keep that in mind." While they talked, they had already entered the hot spring hall, with steam rising all around. "Nice place. Take off your clothes and wash yourself thoroughly from head to toe. I’m going to insert needles later. Don’t want any lice to crawl out. Make sure to clean your ass too!" "****, what are you doing?" Yusuf Zuck was undressing but hesitated when he heard Samuel Ross’s last sentence! "Damn it, what are you thinking? I’m a normal person, not that kind of freak. Later, I’ll be inserting a needle at the intersection of your governor and conception vessels, which happens to be around your ass. If you don’t clean yourself, I could be suffocated by the stench, couldn’t I?" "You scared me to death." Yusuf Zuck shuddered, then stripped and jumped into the hot spring. "Not bad, you’ve got quite a sturdy build there. Seems like you’ve got some assets!" Jerome Hart chuckled hehe. "If you don’t accept it, come fight!" Yusuf Zuck beckoned with his fingers! "A fight it is, who’s afraid of who!" This guy actually jumped in as well, and then both of them laughed heartily. After a quick rinse, Jerome Hart had Yusuf Zuck lie flat on the massage bed. "Spread your legs, stop acting, I’ll first recite the introductory mantra to the Path of Qi, you follow my recitation, then I will teach you what to do, and you just do it. At the same time, I’ll be giving you acupuncture, don’t move around during this period." "Hmm, can I use this method to give someone else acupuncture in the future, to initiate them?" Yusuf Zuck suddenly asked. "This..." Jerome Hart narrowed his eyes: "You want to initiate Samuel Ross and that bunch of bastards?" "I have such plans, the stronger they are, the more at ease I feel!" Yusuf Zuck nodded in agreement. "I’ll be in charge of the Hart family in the future, rules are made by people, and they can be changed by people. Helping them is okay, but there’s a condition!" Jerome Hart thought for a moment and said. "Set up an incense hall, take me as your master, and make an oath." "Of course, although I regard them as brothers, brothers are brothers, master and disciple belong to the master and disciple." "Then why don’t you let me set up an incense hall for you?" Yusuf Zuck asked with a smile. "If I let you set up an incense hall, would you agree?" Jerome Hart said with a wry smile. "Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow!" Yusuf Zuck said, lying down and giving a fist salute to Jerome Hart. "There’s no sincerity, but now that you’ve called out ’Master’, if you betray the sect, deceive the master and destroy the ancestors in the future, you can’t blame me!" Jerome Hart warned. "Master is master, brothers are brothers, let’s just keep it between us, hehe!" Yusuf Zuck chuckled. "Recite the mantra with me, stop being poor-mouthed!" Jerome Hart started to become formal, loudly reciting the mantra of Qi Path, which is a secret not to be written on paper, nor recorded on a USB drive but only passed down verbally. "Take a deep breath, hold it, exhale, gather Qi, gather Qi, gather Qi..." While reciting the mantra, Jerome Hart also explained the corresponding practice method, and at the same time, his hands moved like lightning, placing needles on Yusuf’s head, neck, limbs, chest, abdomen, and lower extremities. The Silver Needles were of varying lengths, and his needle placement was both fast and accurate, he knew all the acupuncture points on the human body like the back of his hand. Of course, when he administered the needles, he also channeled Qi. Don’t just look at the insertion of the Silver Needles; as he inserted them, his Qi was also delivered, and that was Inner Qi. Yusuf Zuck just felt a burning sensation throughout his body; as Jerome Hart applied the acupuncture, he kept gathering Qi and contracting his abdomen, then he felt as if there was a fireball burning inside his belly. Another marvelous sensation was that the Silver Needles seemed to connect into a line, with a stream of Qi circulating and revolving inside his body. After an unknown amount of time, Jerome Hart suddenly shouted, "Palms toward the sky, clench your fists and gather Qi, don’t stop..." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by Nov3lFɪre.ɴet "Hoo..." Yusuf Zuck took a heavy deep breath, constantly inhaling air into his belly. "Continue, don’t stop!" Jerome Hart ordered. "The final needle, hold your breath, this breath is your initiation Qi!" Jerome Hart’s last needle was placed at the intersection point of his governor and conception vessels, which is the convergence area near the groin. And as he was needling there, Yusuf Zuck farted. The air he was holding in his chest seemed to escape uncontrollably, whistling out of him.