After being linked to the merit system, I became an internet sensation through live streaming.

Chapter 32 The Disease of Separation of Souls (Part 3)

If she doesn't interfere, the first thing the two young masters will do after they recover is to take revenge on Wan Jiaying.

The revenge from the powerful is something even the wealthy can't handle, let alone small fry.

Unable to withstand the setbacks, Wan Jiaying ultimately jumped from a department store owned by the Zhang family and disappeared from the media's view.

She showed remorse, and ultimately her crime didn't warrant death. If the two young masters had been lenient, things would have been very different.

*Congratulations, host, on successfully forming a bond. Merit points +2, goodwill points +2000.

*Congratulations, host, you have gained two years of lifespan points. (Note: Due to a shared lifespan agreement with your younger brother from your previous life, you each received one year of lifespan.)
Su Yixuan stopped there, and after receiving the light of merit, she prepared to go home and get some sleep.

Zhao Zhongyuan bowed deeply and asked, "Young friend, may I have a word with you in private?"

Su Yixuan followed Zhao Zhongyuan to sit down on the stone bench in the backyard of the hospital.

Zhao Zhongyuan spoke first: "May I ask which school of thought you have studied under, young friend?"

Su Yixuan raised an eyebrow: "Why do you all talk like that? Even the 'old man' in my live stream is so formal."

"Old man?"

"Yes, his online name is Samsung Grand Master."

"You know my senior uncle?"

Now it was Su Yixuan's turn to be surprised: What a small world!

"I wouldn't say we know each other. He would occasionally come over and offer his opinions when I was live-streaming exorcisms."

Zhao Zhongyuan bowed and said, "To have gained the appreciation of my grandmaster, my defeat this time was not unjust. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

Su Yixuan's eyebrows twitched: "Seven Star Sect."

"impossible!"

Zhao Zhongyuan directly denied it: "I am not very talented. I happen to be a disciple of the Seven Stars Sect, but I have never met you before."

Su Yixuan tentatively asked, "Is it possible that he is an inner disciple?"

"It just so happens that I am also an inner disciple."

"Don't you have any uncles or grandmasters who have run away from home?"

“Our Seven Star Sect has a history of hundreds of years and lives deep in the mountains. We rarely go down the mountain except to recruit disciples and handle cases. We don’t have many disciples, and we know almost everyone. I’ve never heard of any elders running away from home. Could it be that you’ve misunderstood our sect?”

Su Yixuan shrugged: "I don't know about that. When my master took me as her disciple, it was in a dream. She did say that my sect was the Seven Stars Sect. She also gave me a secret manual with the words 'Seven Stars' written on it. How could I be wrong?"

Zhao Zhongyuan's lips twitched: "A dream, in a dream?"

"OK!"

Su Yixuan nodded seriously: "He probably got tired of being a god and came down to earth to play. As a result, he discovered that I was exceptionally talented and a good candidate for drawing talismans and catching ghosts. So every day in my dreams, he taught me Qimen Dunjia and ghost-related supernatural powers. Think about it! I'm only 18 years old, just turned 18. Where did I get all these skills? By the way, where is your sect? Is it convenient for me to visit?"

Zhao Zhongyuan shook his head frankly: "It's inconvenient!"

Su Yixuan choked: "I could very well be your lost junior sister or senior sister!"

Zhao Zhongyuan shook his head again: "You can tell me your master's name, and I'll go back and ask him."

Why all this secrecy? Who cares?
Su Yixuan wanted to turn around and leave defiantly, but the words "Seven Stars" on that tattered book kept coming to mind.

I don't know if this book has anything to do with the Seven Star Sect. I feel like I'm being scratched by a cat!

"Luo Qixing, that's my master's name. Go back and ask if there's such a name!"

"what!!!"

Zhao Zhongyuan's sudden outburst startled Su Yixuan.

What? This name exists too?
Zhao Zhongyuan stared intently at Su Yixuan: "Say it again, what's your master's name?"

"Luo Qixing, what's the problem?"

"I do not believe!"

Su Yixuan: This person is sick, and seriously so! "I didn't tell you, but you insisted on asking. Even after I told you, you didn't believe me. Are you kidding me? Go back to sleep now, goodbye forever!"

"Wait a moment!"

Su Yixuan stopped in her tracks: "Any more questions?"

"Please add me on WeChat. I've asked my senior master, and he'll arrange for you to visit our Seven Star Sect."

"..." What, you call recognizing the door?
Zhao Zhongyuan hurriedly walked away, and Su Yixuan was still in a daze.

A tall shadow fell around me, and a delicate breakfast was laid out on the stone table.

"Have breakfast first, then go back and catch up on your sleep!"

When Su Yixuan was full and ready to go back, Mo Lijiu handed her a set of keys: "I've rented an apartment for you, and all the furniture is brand new."

"Need not."

"I only paid a few months' rent in advance. You can pay the rent yourself from now on. I just think it's not very convenient for a girl like you to live in that kind of alley."

It's inconvenient, but it saves money!
Looking at the few dozen yuan balance on her phone, Su Yixuan couldn't bring herself to be extravagant; making money was still the priority.

Both the Zhang and Li families are busy with their sons right now, and seem to have forgotten about the thank-you gift.

Even though I'm short of money, I can't just go around begging for it. I absolutely can't lose my persona of being a highly capable person who treats money like dirt.

Su Yixuan secretly worried about money, but Zhao Zhongyuan rushed back to his sect.

The siblings Shuangfeng and Shuangyue were about to go down the mountain when they saw their eldest brother rushing in.

He quickly grabbed him: "Senior Brother, why are you running so fast? Master is receiving guests inside, and I heard they are very important guests. You should wait a while before going in."

Zhao Zhongyuan waved his hand: "I'm not looking for my master, I'm looking for my eldest grandmaster."

Shuangfeng looked at his retreating figure with a puzzled expression: "Did Senior Brother willingly send himself over to be tortured again?"

Shuangyue shook her head and stuffed a lot of small toys into her rabbit bag: "Senior Uncle has abused Senior Brother a thousand times, but Senior Brother still treats Senior Uncle like his first love. Let's not watch them fight like this. Brother, let's go too!"

Shuangfeng nodded, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and went out.

When Zhao Zhongyuan arrived at the backyard, he saw his senior uncle drawing talismans. Although he was anxious, he dared not disturb him.

He paced back and forth on the porch, glancing every now and then at the white-bearded old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom in the bamboo window—it was none other than his senior martial uncle, Xiang Kunshan.

"You little rascal, can't you just stay still for a moment? You're making my eyes dizzy."

Seeing that Xiang Kunshan had finally stopped writing, Zhao Zhongyuan quickly went up to him and said, "Senior Uncle, I have something very important to report!"

Xiang Kunshan calmly poured himself a cup of tea: "Tell me, what kind of trouble is it?"

"This disciple did not encounter any trouble, but rather met with my grandmaster uncle!"

"Pfft~"

Luckily, Zhao Zhongyuan wasn't standing on the other side.

Xiang Kunshan pulled out a tissue and wiped his beard: "Who did you run into?"

Zhao Zhongyuan stood at attention and answered in a loud voice, "Grandmaster Uncle!"

"You fart!"

Xiang Kunshan stood up and poked his forehead hard: "I sent you down the mountain to gain experience, not to find relatives. Where did this grandmaster come from? I don't know anything about him."

"This disciple did not know before."

Zhao Zhongyuan opened a picture on his phone: "Look at this compass, doesn't it look like the Seven Star Compass on our Grandmaster's portrait?"

Xiang Kunshan glanced at it suspiciously, then suddenly stood up, snatched the phone, and examined it closely: "It's so similar! It's too similar!"

"I was also very surprised at the time that the Seven Star Compass was still alive."

"Could it be a fake? Your camera skills are terrible; you can't see it clearly at all."

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