Seeking your own death leaves no one else to blame.

Li Sicheng smiled faintly, completely unbothered by Feng Yong's arrogant words. He seemed entirely unconcerned that Feng Yong might be able to break the Feng Shui formation he had set up.

Unlike Li Sicheng's composure, the father and son duo, Cheng Qiang and Cheng Haoyu, were excited to the extreme at this moment.

The miserable ordeals of the past few days had truly made their lives a living hell. Hearing Feng Yong's guarantee, a wave of intense excitement washed over them instantly.

"That's great! That's wonderful! Our days of bad luck are finally coming to an end!" Cheng Haoyu felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he was on the verge of crying out loud.

Amidst his excitement and euphoria, he did not forget to cast a venomous glare toward Li Sicheng, gnashing his teeth in a silent, internal sneer: "Li, just you wait! Once our family's fortune is restored, see how I'll play with you until you're dead!"

Cheng Qiang rushed forward in a single stride, grabbing Zhu Ziming's hands and shaking them vigorously. "Master Zhu, everything depends on you now! Once our fortune and Feng Shui are improved, I will definitely offer you a generous reward!"

A businessman tempered in the crucible of the marketplace, Cheng Qiang was exceptionally skilled in interpersonal relations. Since Feng Yong had stated that the task of breaking the Feng Shui formation would be handled by Zhu Ziming, sucking up to Zhu Ziming right now so that he would exert his utmost effort to break the formation was a profoundly effective move.

Sure enough, upon hearing Cheng Qiang's promise, although Zhu Ziming said nothing, a trace of delight flickered across his brows. He nodded and said with a smile, "Rest assured, President Cheng, I will surely restore your fortune to its previous flourishing state."

"Thank you so much, thank you so much." Cheng Qiang showered him with expressions of gratitude.

After all, speaking such words cost nothing. No matter how many cheap flatteries he laid on, Cheng Qiang never found it troublesome.

However, even as he buttered up the master, Cheng Qiang thought of another matter. "Two Masters, I have one more question. Just in case—after you successfully change my fortune and adjust the Feng Shui, the person who set up this formation to harm our family comes back to play more dirty tricks, what should I do? Surely I can't invite the two of you all the way from Xiangjiang again? That would be far too exhausting and troublesome for you."

This remark seemed to be framed out of consideration for Feng Yong and Zhu Ziming. In reality, what Cheng Qiang worried about in his heart were two things: first, falling into misfortune and suffering once more; second, the cost of inviting Feng Yong to inspect the Feng Shui was by no means low. Once or twice might be manageable, but if it happened repeatedly, no amount of wealth would allow him to sustain or afford such expenses!

Feng Yong waved his hand dismissively and replied, "Don't worry. Since I have accepted your money, I will definitely make you feel that it was worth every penny. Once the fortune and Feng Shui are successfully altered, I will give you a few magical artifacts to place in your home and carry on your person. That way, even if someone attempts to harm you with a Feng Shui formation, they will never succeed."

Cheng Qiang was overjoyed and hurriedly resumed his flattery. "That's wonderful, simply wonderful. Haha, a master truly thinks of everything."

Right amidst this conversation, Zhu Ziming once again retrieved his specially crafted Feng Shui compass from the shoulder bag he carried. He walked around the Cheng family's villa while intently watching the fluctuations of the needle on the compass, muttering incantations under his breath as he rapidly calculated various data.

Those who knew nothing of Feng Shui could not comprehend what Zhu Ziming was doing at all.

However, ignorance mattered little; Cheng Qiang and Cheng Haoyu had already witnessed Zhu Ziming's formidable skills along the way. Therefore, they kept their mouths shut, gazing at Zhu Ziming with eyes full of anticipation, waiting for him to swiftly mend their fortune and Feng Shui.

"Charlatanism!" Liu启德 (Liu Qide) scoffed inwardly, pondering to himself: "It looks like Cheng Haoyu's father is a thoroughly superstitious man. No, I must find an opportunity to educate Cheng Haoyu and make sure he never follows in his father's footsteps. Everything in this world must be based on science..."

Li Sicheng, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, making an internal commentary: "This man is treading the Dragon-Tiger Searching Stride and practicing the Qi-Observing and Fortune-Reading technique... No wonder he has managed to build quite a reputation in Xiangjiang and Southeast Asia; he does possess some genuine skills!"

After walking a few paces with the Feng Shui compass in hand, Zhu Ziming stopped outside the flower bed on the left side of the villa's main gate and shouted to the bodyguards behind him, "One of you, come over and stand here."

Immediately, a bodyguard stepped out and, following his instructions, took his place at that exact spot.

To outsiders, this looked baffling, and they had no idea what purpose Zhu Ziming's action served. Yet Feng Yong nodded slightly, while Li Sicheng offered a faint smile.

Only the two of them knew that the spot Zhu Ziming had found was precisely where a coffin nail had been buried.

Following this, Zhu Ziming continued his patrol with the Feng Shui compass.

One by one, the locations where coffin nails were buried were detected by his compass. At the same time, one person after another was assigned by him to stand at those very spots.

The bodyguards brought by Feng Yong were long since insufficient in number. Fortunately, there were still several domestic helpers inside the Cheng family's villa. Cheng Qiang called them all out and ordered them to take their positions on the spots designated by Zhu Ziming.

After about half an hour, every single location where a coffin nail had been buried was uncovered by Zhu Ziming, and a person was stationed at each point.

However, all of these people wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

They had no idea why they had to stand here, nor did they know what Zhu Ziming intended to do.

Yet their confusion did not last long.

Once the final person was in place, Zhu Ziming instructed, "Now, crouch down and carefully search the soil right beside your feet. See if there is an iron nail buried in the dirt!"

Though harboring doubts, the people followed his instructions regardless.

Soon enough, someone cried out, "That's right! There really is an iron nail buried in this soil! Should I take it out?"

Zhu Ziming barked an urgent warning, "Don't touch it at will! Wait for my command!"

"Oh?" Liu Qide was astonished. He simply could not fathom why iron nails were buried in the soil around the villa, nor how Zhu Ziming had managed to track them down.

"Could Feng Shui metaphysics truly be this miraculous?" Liu Qide could not help but waver in his skepticism.

Meanwhile, Cheng Qiang had hurried over to Zhu Ziming's side and inquired with intense curiosity, "Master Zhu, what is the story behind these iron nails?"

Zhu Ziming explained, "These iron nails are coffin nails retrieved from ancient tombs. The person who set up that Feng Shui formation used these coffin nails to nail down and suppress your Feng Shui fortune, causing your constant descent into bad luck. But rest assured, once I pull these coffin nails out, your Feng Shui fortune will naturally return to normal!"

"That's fantastic!" Cheng Qiang was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Heh..." Li Sicheng, standing to the side, let out a chuckle and sighed softly, "Courting death by one's own hand—no one else can be blamed!"