Renting it out would bring bad luck to the tenant as well.
Over time, this mansion came to be known as the Evil House. Although several Feng Shui masters had been consulted over the last century, none were able to resolve its issues.
Originally, a residence of such vast area, with its own garden, in a place as valuable as Vermilion Bird Imperial City, would have sold for at least ten million silver taels.
But the current selling price for this Evil House is only one-tenth of that.
A mere one million taels would suffice to purchase it.
"I only have 410,000 silver taels left on hand; Shishi might have some private savings, but I estimate it’s not much. It all depends on whether Beixie National Master and Northern Domain Three Evils can help make up the difference and acquire that mansion!"
Others might fear the Evil House, but Chu Feng didn’t believe in such superstitions.
He was convinced that as long as the cause was found, the Evil Qi within the house could be resolved, and then one could live there normally.
Regarding Feng Shui, he firmly believed in its principles.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, and Chu Feng currently lacks the capital to get started. Acquiring a shop is of utmost importance.
The location can’t be too poor; moreover, it must have ample Alchemy Field space and secure storage.
If he rented someone else’s shop, not only would the rent be exorbitant, but it would also come with many inconveniences. If the business prospered and others became envious, Chu Feng’s position would become very passive.
He would be at the mercy of others, even becoming a stepping stone for them.
To prevent potential problems, one must have long-term vision to grow larger and stronger.
"It seems I must personally make a trip to Vermilion Bird Imperial City and accomplish this task!" Chu Feng deeply understood the importance of money.
With money, one can access high-level Cultivation Resources, recruit strong allies, and help those around them at critical moments.
For example, Chu Feng’s master, Elder Shoumei, suffered a severe injury that greatly reduced his lifespan. Although he has already extended it by a cycle of sixty years, to a Sword Cultivator with a long life, sixty years pass by in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, it’s gone.
If Chu Feng had ample silver, he could purchase precious Medicinal Herbs and concoct a Life Extension Immortal Pill for his master. This could extend his lifespan by at least a thousand years.
As long as Elder Shoumei himself strives hard enough, he could continuously elevate his Cultivation Realm and gradually recover the lost years.
Making money is the most pressing matter for Chu Feng right now.
Without silver, one is shackled everywhere.
The Panlong Heavenly Emperor is his greatest enemy in this life, controlling the resources of an entire Heavenly Country, already countless times stronger than Chu Feng. He will only become even more formidable.
If Chu Feng cannot rapidly accumulate vast wealth, he will constantly worry about resources for cultivation.
The gap between him and Panlong Heavenly Emperor will only widen.
Let alone seeking revenge; in the near future, he might even struggle to protect himself.
Feeling a great crisis, Chu Feng became even more determined to get his Elixir Store up and running as soon as possible.
With his skills, concocting a few batches of rare Elixirs to sell at auction for a quick profit seemed doable.
But such gains are not sustainable.
The best approach is to run his own Elixir Store, then build a strong reputation. With good word of mouth, Chu Feng could simply lie back and count his money, with wealth rolling in daily.
In the future, he could even open branches.
The Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage isn’t particularly far from the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Country’s capital. It’s just under three thousand miles away.
Before departing, Chu Feng decided to visit his little wife, Han Shuang.
Others may not know of her beauty, but Chu Feng is very aware.
Having not seen her for so long, Chu Feng missed her a great deal and was somewhat worried.
Whether intentional or not, Mountain Master Mao arranged for both Han Shuang and Han Xiaoying to be under the care of a manager named Yang Tianbao.
Mountain Master Mao Wu is old and crafty, exceedingly cunning.
Such arrangements are no doubt his attempt to be a matchmaker, angling to deliver Han Xiaoying into the arms of Jia Zhenjing.
After all, it is common knowledge that Jia Zhenjing has taken a liking to Han Xiaoying.
As long as he can ingratiate himself with Jia Zhenjing, it would be equivalent to pleasing Jia Zongling. In time, Mountain Master Mao Wu could expect to rise high and quick.
Chu Feng had put the affairs of his Medicine Mountain in order, and then requested a half-month’s leave from the sect. Fortunately, asking for leave only required the approval of the Vice Mountain Master.
Otherwise, Mountain Master Mao Wu would undoubtedly have made a grand fuss about it and obstructed Chu Feng.
Before long, Chu Feng arrived at the Medicine Mountain managed by Yang Tianbao.
Previously, as a mere small leader, he could not trespass. Now that he had become one of the Eight Housekeepers of the Medicine Mountain, Chu Feng enjoyed much more freedom. Visiting the Medicine Fields of other managers, no one dared to interfere with him.
"May I ask who you are looking for?" A youth dressed as a small leader eyed Chu Feng warily and asked.
Although both were from the 106 Medicine Mountain, Chu Feng did not belong to this particular Medicine Field. Naturally, the other party was guarded against him causing trouble.
If he sabotaged their cultivation of Medicinal Herbs in secret, the loss could be substantial.
"I am Manager Chu Feng. May I ask where Han Shuang and Han Xiaoying are?" Chu Feng’s two wives were both here. He planned to visit them before he set off.
This was also the freedom he had earned through his own efforts and the status he now held.
Otherwise, as a mere Medicine Farmer, he would have no liberty and could only be confined to his own Medicine Field.
"So it’s Manager Chu! Han Shuang is over there, yeah, in that Medicine Field. Han Xiaoying holds a higher status, she was promoted to a small leader two days ago and is in that small house on the mountainside."
This small leader’s attitude became much more respectful upon seeing Chu Feng’s manager badge.
He enthusiastically directed Chu Feng to their locations.
"Alright, thank you!"
Chu Feng decided to visit Han Shuang first. He walked briskly toward the Medicine Field where she was located and saw about two acres of Medicinal Herbs planted here.
Their growth was only mediocre.
Han Shuang was originally a True Disciple from the Rashamon Sect, a woman of high status, and certainly unaccustomed to this kind of laborious work.
Having managed to cultivate these two acres of Medicine Mountain and grow the Medicinal Herbs to this extent must have involved considerable hardship. Chu Feng felt a tender ache for his wife in his heart.
It made him more determined to earn money quickly and to raise his strength rapidly.
Next to the Medicine Field stood a large tree with a thick trunk.
Above, there was a simple wooden canopy.
Chu Feng looked up and called out to the canopy.
Inside, Han Shuang was meditating with closed eyes, comprehending the Asura Eighteen Slashes. Hearing the familiar call, her heart trembled violently, and she immediately opened her bright and lustrous eyes.
"It’s Mr. Chu calling me!"
The door to the wooden canopy opened, and she emerged like a graceful, dexterous little swallow. She swept out from inside and instantly landed under the tree.
She still wore a mask, her shoulders trembling, her eyes shining with joy.
"Mr. Chu, it really is you..." Han Shuang could no longer contain her composure, and like a little bird relying on someone, she threw herself into Chu Feng’s embrace.
Chu Feng was both heartbroken and delighted.
He gently patted and stroked her jade back and hair, "It’s my incompetence as your husband that has caused you to suffer..."