Chapter 954: Si Fuqing: I Am the Heaven (2)

The young man who had asked Si Fuqing for an autograph was in a daze, stammering, “So, so my goddess is actually my idol?!”

NINE the God was practically a national idol within Oracle.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to call her the heaven.

A few people glanced at the forum’s speculations about NINE the God.

Thirty years old, male, with a poor fashion sense, and an overwhelming presence.

“…”

Apart from the last descriptor, none of the others fit at all, right?!

“Captain, we can rest easy now!” one team member said excitedly. “With NINE the God on our side, we’re guaranteed to win the championship. She can easily take down five opponents by herself in the individual matches!”

The Storm team’s captain let out a slow breath, “Stop talking. I need to calm down.”

A minute later, he began banging his head against the table.

How could anyone stay calm?

The young man, feeling pleased, said, “My goddess is truly amazing.”

He leisurely went to the super forum to post, showing off a signed photo of Si Fuqing.

**

The next day.

Early in the morning, Jiang Changning walked into the dining room, rubbing her head. “Sisi, I slept okay yesterday, but I had a dream where a woman told me to find her.”

“Hmm?” Si Fuqing’s eyes flickered. “Where are you supposed to find her?”

“Under a willow tree, 300 meters to the east,” Jiang Changning sighed. “It was just a dream, don’t take it seriously.”

Si Fuqing held her chopsticks, then set them down after a few seconds. “You all eat, I’m going for a walk.”

She stood up and nudged JI Xingzhi with her foot. “Come on.”

JI Xingzhi quickly followed, “Big brother, Miss Jiang’s constitution really isn’t suited for Eastern Mulberry, with your presence here, yet something still dared to cling to her.”

He certainly didn’t think Jiang Changning just had a random dream.

Si Fuqing gave a soft hum, “Let’s check the east.”

They quickly reached the place Jiang Changning had described.

There stood a large willow tree, at least a hundred years old.

“A bound spirit!” Ji Xingzhi’s expression changed after a glance. “This spirit must have appeared recently. Its power isn’t high yet, but if it harms a few more people, it will be trouble.”

Bound spirits held far stronger emotions and obsessions than wandering spirits, usually arising from unfulfilled vengeance and intense resentment, with ninety percent becoming malevolent spirits.

The remaining ten percent were guardian spirits.

While wandering spirits were not aggressive, bound spirits were.

A powerful bound spirit could even destroy a city.

JI Xingzhi took a deep breath, “This place is full of these things. Running into ghosts during the day is real here.”

“It’s normal,” Si Fuqing crouched down, “A thousand years ago, Eastern Mulberry was a place where humans and monsters coexisted. Some monsters are still alive today, and even we might not be able to defeat them if we encountered them today.”

The high-level monsters among the Hundred Ghosts, such as Aobozu, Shuten-doji, and Tamamo-no-Mae, were beyond ordinary people’s or even regular Master of Yin-Yang’s capabilities to handle.

The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade summoned by the Fujisan family’s formation was nothing compared to the real Hundred Ghosts.

JI Xingzhi shrugged, “As long as it’s not the Yamata no Orochi, I can still manage.”

“Your wish is known to me,” Si Fuqing spoke in a cool tone, staring at the grave under the willow tree, “I will avenge you, but if you dare to harm anyone, you will be obliterated. Now, choose.”

The willow tree began to tremble gently, and a gust of wind swept through.

JI Xingzhi faintly heard a woman screaming in rage.

In the midst of the howling wind, Si Fuqing remained unmoved and spoke again, “Choose, or die.”

The willow tree stopped shaking, and after a few seconds, a branch drooped down, indicating its choice.

“Let’s go.” Si Fuqing stood up. “Avenge its grudge, and the resentment will disperse, causing the bound spirit to vanish.”

JI Xingzhi gave her a thumbs-up, “Big brother, threatening a bound spirit, only you can do that.”

They usually performed exorcisms in the gentlest manner possible, fearing any provocation that might cause unimaginable consequences.

He followed Si Fuqing, but after only a couple of steps, an excited voice called out, “Master! Please wait, Master!”

Si Fuqing paused and turned around.

She wore a mask and a hat, obscuring her face, but it was clear she was a very young girl.

The voice’s owner was an elderly man. Despite his shock at her youth, he quickly regained his composure and bowed deeply to her. “Master, you are truly a master! You managed to make a bound spirit listen!”

Bound spirits had little intellect and were driven by immense resentment, focused solely on revenge and usually unmanageable until their wishes were fulfilled.

Yesterday, this bound spirit had already harmed someone. He had come today to deal with it and unexpectedly encountered a Celestial Master of Yin-Yang!

One in a thousand Master of Yin-Yang became a Celestial Master of Yin-Yang.

The old man took a deep breath and bowed again, “May I ask where you come from, Master?”

Such a young Celestial Master of Yin-Yang could only be nurtured by the four great Master of Yin-Yang families of Eastern Mulberry.

Fujisan, Sakai, Takizawa, and Natsukawa. Which family was it?

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “From Great Xia.”

The old man was startled, “You’re from Great Xia?”

Eastern Mulberry thrived on the Yin-Yang and Five Elements technique, but it was undeniably passed from Great Xia.

“Yes,” Si Fuqing didn’t elaborate, “Do you have a request?”

“I do,” the old man bowed a third time. “My family’s matriarch is afflicted by a curse. We seek your expertise. Rest assured, the reward will not be an issue. If you can cure her, our entire fortune will be yours.”

Si Fuqing nodded, “Alright, I’ll take a look.”

She needed to investigate where all these wandering spirits were coming from anyway.

“Thank you, Master!” The old man was overjoyed and immediately led Si Fuqing to a villa.

JI Xingzhi remarked, “Wow, with such heavy Yin energy, planting locust trees at the entrance is just asking for trouble.”

He spoke in Chinese, which the old man didn’t understand.

Si Fuqing gave him a glance.

JI Xingzhi fell silent.

The old man led Si Fuqing inside and began, “Madam, I—”

“Shh, Master Takedera is examining the matriarch,” the madam of the house gestured for silence, “Do not disturb him.”

Si Fuqing’s fox-like eyes narrowed as she observed the scene. An elderly man, over sixty, was at work.

But his skills were minimal, merely at the entry level for a Master of Yin-Yang.

Most Masters of Yin-Yang remained at this stage, as the field heavily relied on talent.

Si Fuqing spoke, “Takedera?”

JI Xingzhi shook his head, “Never heard of him.”

There were many Master of Yin-Yang families in Eastern Mulberry, but many were obscure.

Watching Takedera’s actions, Si Fuqing calmly said, “Using the Yin-Yang and Five Elements this way will truly kill the matriarch.”

The room fell silent at her words.

The madam and the old man looked over, seeing a very young girl, and were stunned.

Master Takedera, interrupted during his exorcism, turned, his gaze icy. “Who is this? Who allowed anyone to interrupt me?”

The madam hurriedly stood up, “I apologize, Master Takedera, my servant brought her in without permission. I will have her leave immediately.”

The old man panicked, “Madam, this is a true master, a Celestial Master of Yin-Yang—”

“True master?” Takedera sneered, “A little girl dares to call herself a Master of Yin-Yang? Ridiculous.”

“Yin and yang reversed, Five Elements out of place,” Si Fuqing folded her arms, “Any pretender can now claim to be a Master of Yin-Yang and deceive people here.”

Takedera’s expression darkened, and he slammed his cup onto the table.

“You know nothing,” a disciple of Takedera stepped forward, “My master is the 17th-generation disciple of Master Yu Wu, inheriting his techniques. How dare you, a little girl, criticize him? Do you even know who Master Yu Wu is?”

JI Xingzhi sighed, “Big brother, you have a grand-disciple? Seventeen generations already?”