My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife

"You went around in a circle just for this thing?"

Pei Luoyan leaned her head in, curiously looking at the small box that Qin Yu had just opened in his hand.

Inside lay something the thickness of chalk, about ten centimeters long, pitch-black, looking like an oversized pencil lead.

She wasn't foolish, of course she knew that Qin Yu hadn't spent five million on a jade bracelet to please her and Murong Qingcheng, but for the shop's "free gift."

But could that little black stick be worth five million?

Could he have been swindled?

"Um, this is called thunderstruck wood, and it has its marvelous uses!"

Qin Yu nodded, touched the rough thunderstruck wood and explained, it was essentially a tree that had been struck by lightning and, after carbonization, had formed a crystalline structure.

As long as he could successfully create a "Thunder Talisman," he really didn't mind the money. It was his ace in the hole—something that could save his life in a critical moment; money was nothing compared to that.

After infusing a thread of True Qi, he could distinctly feel a weak electrical current surging within the small piece of thunderstruck wood.

Now, the next step was to buy cinnabar and talisman paper.

Of course, Xuanyuan Pavilion would certainly stock them, but Qin Yu had been cautious and planned to buy them somewhere else. Wu City was the Ye Family's territory, and he definitely had to be careful in his actions.

Otherwise, if someone with intentions knew that he could create Thunder Talismans, guarding against him, it wouldn't have the effect of catching them by surprise.

"Thunderstruck wood, what's this for?"

Having wandered far and wide, Pei Luoyan considered herself experienced, but she really didn't know what marvelous use such a small, dark piece of wood could have.

"Secret!"

Qin Yu teased.

"Tch..."

Pei Luoyan swung her arm dismissively, then finally put on the bracelets Qin Yu had given them with Murong Qingcheng.

Afterward, the three strolled around the antique street for a while longer, before Qin Yu found another antique shop and bought cinnabar, a writing brush, and some talisman paper.

"That shop owner lady just now was pretty good at maintaining herself, probably in her forties, right? She looked like she was in her thirties! Almost no trace of the years left!"

After leaving the antique shop, Qin Yu casually mentioned it, as the shop owner was a gracefully aging beauty.

"Traces of the years don't necessarily show on the face!"

Pei Luoyan uttered suddenly.

"Uh... If the traces of the years aren't on the face, then where?"

Qin Yu paused, mumbling to himself.

"Hehe, you take your time to figure it out!"

Pei Luoyan smiled triumphantly and walked away with Murong Qingcheng.

The three wandered around some more, and when it got late, they left the antique street and returned to the hotel.

After lunch, Qin Yu went back to his room alone.

Unable to wait, he took out the thunderstruck wood, crushed it, and put it into an ashtray. Then, he added the cinnabar and mixed it until it turned a dark red. Only after that did he spread out the talisman paper and start drawing with the brush.

Boom...

Just as he finally finished drawing one, Qin Yu hadn't even had the chance to admire it before it instantly ignited and turned into a pile of ash.

Damn!

Qin Yu scratched his head, of course not expecting that all of the dozen or so talisman papers he'd bought would successfully become Thunder Talismans.

But shouldn't at least one or two succeed?

With no other option, Qin Yu could only keep drawing, though his movements were much slower now.

It took almost an entire afternoon to finish drawing ten talisman papers. However, the cinnabar in the ashtray was also used up, and some papers burned up on the spot, while others just began to scorch as soon as the brush touched them.

In the end, this whole ordeal yielded only one successful "Thunder Talisman."

Damn, this was five million yuan—no wonder those major powers also needed financial support; messing with these things cost too much money.

Qin Yu looked at the only successful Thunder Talisman, carefully folded it after it dried, and tucked it away in his chest, contemplating that he must not use it unless absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, if he couldn't find more thunderstruck wood in the future, he wouldn't be able to create such a miraculous talisman again.

For the next few days, Qin Yu didn't leave the hotel at all.

Apart from eating and going to the bathroom, he seized every minute and second to cultivate the Shen Zhao Jing.

Having taken such a tumble because of the Ye Family, they were definitely holding back a surge of resentment, and would prepare a big move to deal with him on the eighteenth of the first lunar month.

On the other side.

Pei Luoyan's villa.

After having lunch, the two were watching TV in the hall. At that moment, a shadowy figure with a masked face flashed in from outside.

"Who's there?"

Murong Qingcheng's pretty face immediately became alert, and two dark red balls of energy appeared in the palm of her hand.

Pei Luoyan then pulled out his ox-ear sharp knife, staring intently at the figure in black.

"Bang....."

"Swoosh...."

The figure in black, silent as death, launched an attack. First, he exchanged a palm strike with Murong Qingcheng, then with a flick of his fingers, he hit Pei Luoyan's acupoint.

Thump....

The figure in black was very fast and immensely powerful. A single palm strike knocked Murong Qingcheng to the ground, and Pei Luoyan, having had his acupoints sealed, slumped over unconscious.

"Who on earth are you?"

Murong Qingcheng, having absorbed the essence blood of Wu Feng and his brother, had seen her cultivation rise meteorically, halting only when she reached the late stage of Half-Step Pill Holding.

Logically speaking, ordinary people should pose no threat to her anymore.

However, she had not expected that she would be no match for this figure in black with just a single move.

"Never mind who I am, but I know who you are!"

The other's voice was incredibly hoarse, as if he was deliberately speaking in this way.

"What do you mean?"

Murong Qingcheng, propping herself up on her elbow, climbed to her feet, glaring at the intruder with anger.

"Hehuan Sect, the upcoming Sect Master, Murong Qingcheng, is that right?"

The figure in black directly revealed Murong Qingcheng's identity.

"So what if it is?"

Murong Qingcheng retorted.

"Your sect has been annihilated, and you bear a deep-seated hatred for the bloodshed. Don't you want to take revenge for your sect?"

The figure in black asked in a heavy tone.

"Of course I do!"

Murong Qingcheng recalled her sect members falling one by one into pools of blood, her eyes gradually turning red, and her long black hair began to flutter lightly.

"That's right, let's make a deal!"

The figure in black seemed very pleased with the effect.

"A deal?"

Murong Qingcheng expressed with a puzzled look.

"Yes. You do something for me, and I'll tell you who annihilated the Hehuan Sect!"

The figure in black took out a delicate porcelain bottle, no bigger than a little finger, from his bosom and declared emphatically, "Xuan Huang San, a powder that can silently dissolve a person's True Qi. Find a way to make Qin Yu ingest it!"

"Impossible, he has shown me kindness!"

Murong Qingcheng immediately refused.

"He has shown you kindness, but didn't your sect show you kindness as well? You've been in Wu City for quite some time now; have you found out who your enemy is? If I don't tell you, for the rest of your life you'll have no chance of uncovering the enemy who destroyed your sect! And when you grow old and die, I wonder how you will face those disciples who died a terrible death!"

The figure in black spoke ominously.

"I...."

Murong Qingcheng showed a conflicted expression.

She had long since become indifferent to life and death, and the only reason she continued to cling to life was to avenge her fellow sect members. It was her lifelong aspiration and had become an obsession in her heart.

Now, by accepting the other's condition, she would be able to find out who the enemy was!

This thought stirred a wavering in her heart!