Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

The young Taoist priest returned quickly, bringing with him an unremarkable wooden box. "Sir, please reconsider," the young priest said with a reluctant expression, offering another word of advice.

Yan Xiangshi remained unmoved, opened the box, and took out a delicate tortoise shell.

The young Taoist opened his mouth, then stepped back.

Yan Zixuan first took out a dagger from her bosom and lightly sliced ​​her finger. Blood gushed out and dripped onto the exquisite tortoise shell.

The blood dripped onto the tortoise shell and immediately disappeared without a trace, absorbed by the shell.

Yan Zixuan then took out a few smooth copper coins and placed them inside the tortoise shell, which then began to move on its own.

All of this was too amazing. Prime Minister Guo watched intently, afraid of missing any exciting moments.

Now he was even more convinced that Master Yan's Taoist skills surpassed those of the Imperial Preceptor. This man had to be won over to his side. Didn't he like money? As long as he followed him, money and the position of Imperial Preceptor would be his for the taking.

Yan Zixuan poured the copper coins out of the tortoise shell, arranged them neatly, and examined them one by one. The more he looked, the uglier his expression became. Suddenly, he felt a surge of blood and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just moments ago, Prime Minister Guo had been so confident in his love of money, but now he was deathly pale and weak, as if he were about to pass away.

How is this possible?

"Send it to the doctor quickly!"

Yan Zixuan waved her hand weakly, took out a pill and put it in her mouth. Her complexion visibly returned to normal. "This is a backlash from my cultivation technique. Even the imperial physician can't help me."

As if sensing Prime Minister Guo's gaze, Yan Xiangshi casually took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood. It was clear that he didn't usually care about such things.

"It's just fortune telling, why make it all so complicated? You even made yourself vomit blood in the end. Do you even know how to tell fortunes?" The male ghost was also a little puzzled. When he was alive, fortune telling wasn't this difficult.

"Your young master has an extraordinary destiny, which should have been one of wealth and glory. However, an unexpected event has occurred, and to reverse this fate, one must defy destiny."

"You mean my son might die?"

"Changes have already occurred, and the future is up to fate."

Fate? Guo Yaozu has always taken his destiny into his own hands. If it is fate, then he will defy it and change his fate.

"Master, I beg you to defy fate and change my son's destiny right now. I'm willing to empty my pockets and offer another 20,000 taels of gold if it can change my son's fate." The prime minister of the court was willing to go to great lengths for his son, who was born in his old age.

There was no other way; even if it meant going bankrupt, he had to do it without hesitation.

"Sir, you mustn't! You've just damaged your vital energy. Defying fate is a forbidden method that will harm your blessings. The backlash from the Daoist arts will be even more severe, and you won't be able to withstand it." The young Daoist looked at his master with a worried expression.

Seeing the hesitation on Yan Zixuan's face, Guo Yaozu immediately increased his stake. "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you are willing, Master, I will give you another 10,000 gold coins, even if it means giving away all my wealth."

The young Taoist turned around and glared at him fiercely. "Who cares about your filthy money? If it weren't for the people of Yun County, I wouldn't be involved with you guys."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tear rolled down her cheek. "Does your son's life matter, but your husband's life doesn't?"

Yan Zixuan silently pulled the young Taoist aside, "I'm sorry, young boy was impetuous, please forgive me, sir."

The prime minister opened his mouth, his feelings somewhat complicated. This man was far too noble, so noble that it made one feel somewhat ashamed.

"Xiao Tong, bring that box over here."

"Sir!" the young Taoist priest stamped his foot anxiously.

"Go!"

The young Taoist carefully placed the tortoise shell into the box, and a moment later brought out another box from the house. This box was still unremarkable, so ordinary that he could buy a whole bunch of them on the street for a tael of silver.

Guo Yaozu admired him even more; this was a true master, exuding simplicity and unpretentiousness in everything he did.

The young Taoist priest steeled himself, placed the box on the table, and turned to go inside.

Yan Zixuan sighed softly and said nothing.

Upon opening the box, a pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses, as if fresh blood had just flowed from it. Inside was a red wooden puppet, and nothing else.

Yan Zixuan pasted the child's birth date and time onto the puppet, and the child's birth date and time were immediately stained with blood.

"Please, sir, drip a drop of your blood onto this."

Guo Yaozu picked up the knife and made a clean, swift cut on his hand.

Everyone else is risking their lives, so what does his little bit of blood matter?

Yan Zixuan made several complex Taoist hand gestures, drawing talismans in the air, and several golden lines immediately appeared in the void. Yan Zixuan waved the golden talismans towards the puppet, and then lightly tapped the puppet a few times.

"Wrong, wrong! These few clicks you made have turned his son's originally wonderful life into something mediocre." The male ghost next to Yan Zixuan was furious. "You've really done a lot of harm! The art of sorcery has been tarnished by people like you who are not skilled enough."

Qin Baobao didn't believe the young Taoist priest was just guessing; on the contrary, she thought he was a righteous and clear-headed person. Although there was a suspicion of deception, she still gave the child a way out.

The prime minister holds a high position of power and is adept at scheming; he must have grand ambitions. If he were given a clever son, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, further fueling his ambitions. In a world he hasn't yet entered, who knows, he might actually succeed.

No matter how great one's ambition, it can only stop when one encounters oneself.

It wasn't Qin Baobao who made the claim that the Prime Minister was cunning and calculating. On the way to the viewing platform, she overheard the Prime Minister sending people to spread rumors, intending to ruin the Emperor's reputation.

Duan Jiufeng was right next to her at the time, and Qin Baobao even told him about it as a joke.

Isn't that just a joke?

Because after today, Duan Jiufeng's throne will be unshakeable.

As soon as Yan Zixuan finished her ritual, the Taoist boy rushed out of the house. He took out a small bottle and was about to pour the contents into her mouth.

A long, slender, fair hand stopped him. "Bury the box in the ground immediately. Your son should not go out for the next few days. Three days later... *pfft*... cough cough cough."

Yan Zixuan coughed up blood again, and even the hair on her head turned white little by little from the roots.

This is too scary!

Guo Yaozu's worry instantly turned into horror, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

The male ghost beside him was also instantly dumbfounded. This guy was even willing to risk his life. Could it be that the Prime Minister had once done him a favor, which was why he was willing to risk his life to defy fate for his son?

But that doesn't make sense either!

Who would be so cruel to the son of their savior?

Yan Zixuan forced a smile, "Sir, there's no need to blame yourself. It's nothing serious, it'll be fine in a few days."

“Sir, this is no small matter. You have damaged your foundation and halved your lifespan. I really don’t understand why you did this. Is it worth it?” The young Taoist was both distressed and puzzled.

Yan Zixuan ignored the young Taoist and instead ordered the Prime Minister to leave. "Your son will be free to move about in three days. Please return, Your Excellency!"

Prime Minister Guo hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked back with his entourage. He had only taken a few steps when a boy's startled cry came from behind him.

"Someone come quick! Xia, the master has fainted."

Guo Yaozu turned his head and saw a sea of ​​crimson, which made his white hair stand out even more. There was a small porcelain bottle lying on the table, indicating that medicine had already been administered.

"Sir, should we go back to help?"

"No need. Since the master wants us to go back, it means he doesn't want us to see him. Send a few people back to inform Madam that the children shouldn't go out for the next few days."