TRYMBPIETM 105: Revival of All Things (26)

Qing Zhi’s expression darkened.

The scene that Fu Wenan had dreamed of instinctively made him feel uneasy.

This was the first time he had successfully peered in Chi Qingzhou’s future

In the past, when he collaborated with Fan Tao, he had tried to use Fan Tao and Chi Qingzhou’s blood ties to glimpse the future, but he came up empty-handed.

Fan Tao could only see her own past experiences and couldn’t sense anything special about Chi Qingzhou.

After all, Chi Qingzhou’s fate had severed many things. Even the spells he had learned from the ghost deity had no effect on Chi Qingzhou.

Qing Zhi once thought that Chi Qingzhou’s fate was unpredictable, until today when Fu Wenan saw a scene in his dream that was clearly something that would only appear in the future.

He understood part of the symbolism in Fu Wenan’s dream, such as the person riding the white deer, which likely referred to Chi Qingzhou’s friend, Han Lai. Then there was the stone door, which almost certainly led to the Absolute Yin land.

But what about the black shadow? Was it Chi Qingzhou’s strange shadow, or had Chi Qingzhou’s half-human, half-ghost state changed?

Why was Chi Qingzhou thanking anyone, and who was he thanking?

Qing Zhi felt a headache coming on, his brows furrowing as the calm, certain demeanor he had been maintaining was completely shattered.

Thankfully, Fu Wenan was still immersed in his fear and didn’t notice the change in his expression.

After taking a few moments to steady his breathing, Fu Wenan asked, “Master, is this the manifestation of the lost fortune you mentioned yesterday? I used to have good luck and wasn’t troubled by dirty things, but now my fortune has dropped, and something is clinging to me?”

Fu Wenan hesitated for a moment, then asked Qing Zhi about buying various talismans for protection and to turn his luck around.

Qing Zhi regained his composure and didn’t agree to Fu Wenan’s request.

He spoke with an air of mystery, “I’ve said before, Chi Qingzhou’s fate is unique, and it will affect everyone around him. Luckily, Fu Wenan, your merits are deep, so the impact on you is small. As long as we address the source, everything will naturally resolve.”

Fu Wenan was stunned, then shocked and disbelieving, asking, “The source? Master, you mean… Chi Qingzhou??”

He couldn’t remember where the bad luck had come from that night, nor could he recall exactly what was wrong with Chi Qingzhou. He just instinctively feared him.

When Qing Zhi mentioned addressing the source, his first reaction was that it was impossible—it couldn’t be done. He wasn’t ready to die yet.

Fu Wenan refused to think about why he was reacting this way, only expressing his disapproval with his eyes.

What Chi Qingzhou?

To deal with Chi Qingzhou? Has Fu Wenan gone mad?!

Qing Zhi pulled both hands into his robe sleeves, clenched his fists, and struggled not to let his mouth twitch.

Even though he had once deceived Chi Qingzhou years ago, by now, he didn’t dare face him directly.

What kind of person was Chi Qingzhou?

He was someone who would dare to bite through ghosts and gods!

Qing Zhi asked himself, even with divine favor, he was just a relatively skilled ordinary cultivator. He was no match for someone like Chi Qingzhou, an existence that defied humanity.

After taking a few deep breaths, Qing Zhi forced himself to maintain a calm expression and shook his head. “The influence caused by Chi Qingzhou is due to his unique fate. Unless we forcibly change his fate, everything else will be futile.”

“Fu Wenan, you’re currently entangled by something from the stone door. To restore your fortune, you must go to the area near the stone door yourself to break the curse.”

Fu Wenan immediately relaxed.

Oh, it’s not about dealing with Chi Qingzhou? Then that’s good. That’s good.

He relaxed for a few seconds, but after carefully thinking over Qing Zhi’s words, his brows furrowed again.

“Master, you said I need to personally go to the area near the stone door? But where exactly is that stone door?”

Fu Wenan repeatedly recalled his nightmare from the previous night and confirmed there had been no distinctive landmarks to identify the location of the stone door.

“Master, do you have any way to find the location?”

Qing Zhi pretended to chant a few lines of scripture, then stood up and led Fu Wenan to a statue.

His gaze was kind, with a pleasant expression that others could not understand.

“Fu Wenan, let’s offer a stick of incense to our ancestors. Afterward, I’ll consult the ancestors using the divining cups, perhaps we will receive an answer.”

Fu Wenan hurriedly agreed, taking the lit incense from Qing Zhi’s hands and reverently praying to the statue.

He had been to this place many times and had been praying to the statue for years. He was so accustomed to it that he no longer paid attention to the statue’s appearance.

What he didn’t notice was that as he bowed in prayer, the starry patterns in the statue’s eyes suddenly glowed, then quickly faded.

A strange sense of weightlessness filled Fu Wenan’s mind.

He felt his thoughts becoming more active, and his entire being became more alert and rational.

Qing Zhi stood by his side, watching the grayish aura envelop Fu Wenan’s face. A meaningful smile played at the corners of his lips.

Before Fu Wenan could stand up, Qing Zhi knelt beside him on the cushion, holding two divining cups, and asked the statue.

After presenting the question, Qing Zhi tossed the divining cups, and they landed in a way that formed one upright and one upside down.

His smile deepened.

Meeting Fu Wenan’s questioning gaze, Qing Zhi feigned surprise.

“This… the location where the stone door will appear is related to your fiancé. But this fiancé is a vague reference.”

Fu Wenan’s heart stirred with a vague suspicion.

“Master, do you mean…?”

Qing Zhi’s expression was mysterious. “This location is connected to your fiancé in the way different people perceive him. I think you should know better than I where this place is?”

Sure enough.

Fu Wenan suddenly understood.

It seemed he needed to pay more attention to the Wanxiang production team.

Fu Wenan stood up, thanked Qing Zhi, then transferred twenty thousand to Qing Zhi as usual before leaving the temple situated halfway up the mountain.

The old house was backed by the mountains, and the morning air was refreshing.

The wind blew through the forest, causing the leaves to rustle.

Fu Wenan turned his head to glance at the forest but didn’t stop walking. His mind kept turning over the situation.

Since Qingning was in the “Wanxiang” production, if he went under the pretext of investment or visiting the set, it shouldn’t raise any suspicion from others.

The only problem was whether the useless third son of the Yi family would be willing to accept the investment.

Fu Wenan quickened his pace.

Perhaps he needed to think of a proper reason to subtly persuade Yi Shangxiao.

Chi Qingzhou opened the nanny van door and sat in the backseat.

Guan Xihua yawned, turned around from the front seat, glanced at the energetic Chi Qingzhou, and his mouth twitched.

“Qingzhou, didn’t you barely sleep last night? You seem in good spirits though.”

Chi Qingzhou closed the door and flashed a well-behaved smile. “I’m young, I can handle staying up late.”

Guan Xihua: “…”

He touched his forehead, feeling as though he had been hit by an arrow.

He stared at Chi Qingzhou, but didn’t say anything, waiting until Du Huan started the car before he reluctantly turned back to sit properly.

“About last night’s thing…” He hesitated, then quietly asked, “Has it been resolved?”

Chi Qingzhou thought for a moment. “Not yet, but it doesn’t involve you and the others anymore.”

Guan Xihua frowned when he heard that. “What do you mean? Will this affect you? If it doesn’t get resolved, won’t it cause problems when you join the set?”

Chi Qingzhou slowly hummed. “It won’t affect me.”

Whether it was resolved or not, it wouldn’t cause him any major problems.

When he was more severely injured before, it was impossible. But now, it was even more impossible.

Guan Xihua, still uncertain, glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Since you’re saying it like this… alright then. If anything does come up, remember to tell me.”

Chi Qingzhou nodded.

Guan Xihua pointed the direction to Du Huan and continued, “Today, you’ll head back to the company for acting classes. In a couple of days, you’ll go to the set for your photoshoot. The private car endorsement won’t be shooting for a while, so there’s no rush.”

“Also, remember Wen Zhuohua, the one you worked with before? His agent sent a new collaboration invitation.”

“I’ve forwarded it to your email. Make sure to check it after your acting class today.”

Guan Xihua rambled on about the schedule. Mid-sentence, his phone suddenly rang.

He stopped talking, opened the chat app, and looked at it for a moment, his expression turning strange.

“Huh…?” he muttered. “Fu… Fu from the Fu family? That name sounds a bit familiar, what was it again?”

Guan Xihua quickly searched it up and confirmed the name—Fu Wenan. His vague memories resurfaced quickly.

“Fu Wenan, I think he’s… Chi Qingning’s fiancé?” He was startled and quickly turned around. “Qingzhou, am I remembering wrong?”

Chi Qingzhou blinked. “No.”

Guan Xihua’s face darkened. “Really? What’s going on? Why would he suddenly want to invest in Wanxiang? Is he trying to give Chi Qingning more screen time?”

As an agent, even though he had witnessed the bizarre nature of this world, his thoughts were still limited to the entertainment industry.

He didn’t think too much about it, just concerned that Chi Qingzhou’s screen time might be squeezed out.

Chi Qingzhou rested his chin in one hand, his gaze becoming a bit deeper.

He quietly asked, “Qingning’s fiancé wants to invest in ‘Wanxiang’? When did this happen?”

Guan Xihua picked up his phone, typed a few words, and then looked up. “It just happened, about half an hour ago.”

Chi Qingzhou nodded slowly. “Did someone from the ‘Wanxiang’ crew tell you?”

Guan Xihua replied, “It was Yi Shangxiao. He said he didn’t know if you had finished handling things here and didn’t want to disturb you, so he contacted me first.”

Chi Qingzhou said, “Oh, he wants you to ask me whether I’m accepting Fu Wenan’s investment, right?”

Guan Xihua’s face darkened further, and he hurriedly said, “Qingzhou, it’s better not to accept that investment.”

He hadn’t dealt much with the wealthy circles but knew that Fu Wenan only had eyes for Chi Qingning.

It was fine as long as Fu Wenan didn’t invest; the crew was controlled by Yi Shangxiao and Director Fang. But once Fu Wenan invests, even if it’s just for show, Chi Qingning’s role would be elevated.

With the connections Chi Qingning’s family had, if Fu Wenan became the crew’s major investor, how could Chi Qingzhou’s career remain unscathed?

Guan Xihua wasn’t entirely concerned about screen time, but he didn’t want Chi Qingzhou to be wronged, especially by Chi Qingning.

Du Huan, who was driving, stayed silent.

Chi Qingzhou, still resting his chin on his hand, remained quiet.

The system, hiding in the shadows: 【…】

The system was utterly speechless.

How long had Guan Xihua been ignoring Chi Qingning’s situation?

Didn’t he realize that right now, in front of the host, Chi Qingning was acting like a quail?

Chi Qingzhou didn’t explain the changes in Chi Qingning but smiled after a brief silence.

His tone was full of meaning: “Fu Wenan investing sounds good, why refuse?”

In this day and age, there weren’t many good people like Fu Wenan who were sending money and handing him opportunities to complete his tasks.

Guan Xihua: “…??”