Qin Yingjun really was on the brink of laughter out of anger.
He glared at Wen Mao, grinding his teeth, "Get lost, and never let me see you again, or I’ll beat you every time I do! I’ll chalk this up as bad luck this time, wasting so much money and getting to know an ingrate like you! Consider it money spent on a lesson, thanks for teaching me!"
Wen Mao lay there, stunned, with blood from his nose already stopped, but his face was still smeared with it, looking somewhat embarrassed.
He still hadn’t figured out why he had blurted out the truth just a moment ago.
He wiped his nose and suddenly noticed the Yellow Ritual Paper in his line of sight.
He grabbed the Yellow Ritual Paper and looked at Jiangli with furious, round eyes, "Was it you, you damn girl, who did something to me?"
Jiangli’s eyebrows arched, "What do you think?"
"Stinking girl, you’re asking for it!"
Wen Mao threw the Yellow Ritual Paper on the ground and unleashed all his pent-up anger on Jiangli, raising his fist and smashing it towards her.
Xia Xin and Qin Yingjun were both taken aback.
Without a second thought, the two men lunged forward, trying to stop Wen Mao.
Jiangli gave Wen Mao a cold look, flicked her foot, and kicked Wen Mao onto the ground.
Before Wen Mao could react, he tumbled face-first into the dirt.
Xia Xin and Qin Yingjun, who had rushed over, suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped.
"You’re overestimating your abilities." Jiangli glanced emotionlessly at Wen Mao, "You would be wise to stop committing evil acts. As the saying goes, ’Heaven watches over every deed.’ Beware of immediate retribution."
Wen Mao fell with such force that he nearly knocked his teeth out, and the blood from his nose that had just stopped started to flow again.
Upon hearing what Jiangli said, he twisted his head around, his face contorted with hate as he glared at her, wishing he could devour her, "You little wretch, you dare to curse me, just you wait!"
Jiangli frowned impatiently, as if she hadn’t seen someone so eager to court death before.
She snorted and said, "Your life is short and dark, your years not eternal, your head shaped as if cleaved by a knife, beware the calamity of blades that might claim your life, and change your malicious ways."
Wen Mao glared furiously, as if he wanted to say something else.
But Jiangli no longer looked at him and instead turned to Qin Yingjun, "As for the money, just transfer it to Xia Xin’s account. I have matters to attend to, I’ll be going back now."
With that, she turned and walked away.
Wen Mao’s words got stuck in his throat.
Seeing this, Xia Xin came to his senses and bowed slightly to Qin Yingjun, "Mr. Qin, we will be going back now."
Qin Yingjun was feeling rather overwhelmed at the moment, and he asked, "Wait a moment, Master Xia, what about this White Tiger Evil in our house?"
He couldn’t just ignore it, nor was it possible to simply sell the house as it was.
He needed to find a solution.
After hearing this, Xia Xin thought for a while, "You can use a neutralization method. I don’t think there’s anything unclean in the location of the White Tiger; it’s just been raised and the road altered to create a ’White Tiger Looking Back.’ Perhaps you should... have someone level that spot, Mr. Qin. And if there are still problems after that, come to Jiaoyang Temple."
Qin Yingjun thought this was a viable solution and nodded, "Alright, I’ll have someone level it later, and that will solve it, right?"
Xia Xin scratched his head, appearing uncertain, "It should... but if Mr. Qin wants to be sure..."
He said this and pulled out a Purification Talisman, handing it to Qin Yingjun.
"This is a Purification Talisman. After you’ve leveled it, burn one of these on the spot to adjust the energy field, and it should be fine."
Truth be told, this was his first time handling such a matter, and he was nervous, hesitant to be too decisive.
But after thinking it over, this method seemed workable.
Still, he was worried.
Xia Xin added, "If there are still problems, come back to Jiaoyang Temple."