Chapter 160: I Am the One Who Laid the Feng Shui Formation

Feng Yong was indeed a renowned master of Feng Shui across Hong Kong, possessing exceptionally solid skills. Although inwardly astonished by the five-link Feng Shui formation, his movements were not slow in the slightest. After a flurry of activity, he successfully dismantled the illusion-regeneration formation.

This time, panting and covered in sweat, Feng Yong did not dare to utter boasts like, "Come on, bring on the sixth-link Feng Shui formation!"

What if, just like before, a brand-new Feng Shui formation emerged the moment the words left his mouth?

Having been slapped in the face once by such a trick, he had to learn his lesson! One must realize that the same move is not only useless against Saints, but equally useless against Feng Shui masters!

In truth, though he refused to admit it, Feng Yong was already feeling deeply terrified from the bottom of his heart. Otherwise, he would not have acted so cowardly.

As it turned out, however, being a bit cowardly was a good thing—at least it spared him from further humiliation.

Just as Feng Yong caught his breath, the sixth Feng Shui formation arrived right on schedule.

"Damn it all, there really is a sixth Feng Shui formation!" Feng Yong wept tears, for the first time wishing his guess hadn't been so accurate.

"A six-link Feng Shui formation! It's actually a six-link!" Beside him, Zhu Ziming let out a piercing scream before passing out cold from sheer terror.

He had no other choice but to faint.

A six-link Feng Shui formation! This was something even his master, Feng Yong, was entirely incapable of executing!

"Whose on earth did you provoke to end up in this state? A national leader? Or the richest man in the world?" Feng Yong pointed at Cheng Qiang's nose and cursed furiously.

He simply could not imagine what kind of person could possibly hire a grandmaster capable of setting up a six-link Feng Shui formation! How astronomically high must that appearance fee be?

Cheng Qiang did not answer, for he was already plunged into utter despair.

At the same time, his heart was filled with boundless bewilderment, and he could not help but let out a long sigh: "Who on earth did I offend?"

Ignoring him, Feng Yong took a deep breath and plunged back into the busy work of dismantling the sixth Feng Shui formation. As he worked, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "I want to see just how many Feng Shui formations you have! I truly refuse to believe that your formations are endless!"

"Heh, very well then, I'll just make the formations here endless," Li Sichen said with a soft smile while crunching on an apple. "Let me also witness just how many Feng Shui formations a renowned master from Hong Kong like you can break!"

A dozen minutes later, the sixth Feng Shui formation was successfully dismantled. This time, before Feng Yong could even rest, the seventh Feng Shui formation appeared.

"What the hell!" Feng Yong swore, feeling as though he were losing his mind.

Yet soon enough, he realized that losing his mind right now was a bit too early.

Because following that came the eighth, ninth, tenth... one Feng Shui formation after another, emerging in an unbroken chain. The moment he dismantled one on the front end, a brand-new one would immediately sprout on the back end.

Judging by this situation, these Feng Shui formations really were endless!

Having dismantled the fifteenth Feng Shui formation, the sweat-drenched Feng Yong could hold on no longer. He sprawled flat on his back on the ground, panting heavily.

His physical stamina had been completely exhausted. As for the Feng Shui artifacts he had brought—whether they were his natal artifacts or ordinary ones—they had all been used up during the preceding series of dismantled formations.

Right now, even if he wanted to break another formation, he lacked both the strength and the means, leaving him to lie there like a dead dog.

"Who is it? Whoever set up these chained Feng Shui formations, who on earth are they? How could such a perverted Feng Shui master possibly exist in this world? This is simply beyond human capability!"

Feng Yong felt he had tried every ounce of his strength, yet he still found no way to completely break this chained Feng Shui formation. This feeling of helplessness filled him with stifling frustration.

In the end, a grown man like him actually began to sob with grievances: "I just wanted to read some Feng Shui for someone, did they have to play for keeps like this? Sob, sob... I'm not playing anymore, I want to go home!"

Well then, a renowned master of Feng Shui from Hong Kong had actually been scared out of his wits... Truly a sight to behold!

Seeing Feng Yong go on "strike," Cheng Qiang panicked and hurriedly shouted, "Master Feng, don't just lie there, get up and break the formation! This new Feng Shui formation is starting to take effect again!"

Feng Yong only wanted to lie down right now; even if the sky were falling, he wouldn't get up. There wasn't an ounce of strength left in his body. Waving a hand, he smiled bitterly and said, "I'm done for, you'd better go hire someone else! The deposit you paid earlier, I will refund it in full... no, five times over."

Cheng Qiang's face turned instantly ashen.

What he wanted right now wasn't money; it was to preserve his own life.

Yet he knew very well that since even Feng Yong was powerless, he was probably truly doomed this time.

At that very moment, Cheng Haoyu, who had been unconscious for a long time, slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing his son revive, Feng Yong's face did not show the slightest trace of joy. He pulled Cheng Haoyu into an embrace and sighed deeply: "Son, oh son, our Cheng family is truly finished this time!"

Just waking up, Cheng Haoyu's mind was still somewhat muddled. After blanking out for a brief moment, he suddenly recalled what he had wanted to say before losing consciousness and cried out anxiously, "Dad, I know who is targeting our family!"

"Who? Who is it?" Cheng Qiang first froze, then asked hurriedly.

Even if he were to die, he wanted to be an informed ghost!

"It's him!" Cheng Haoyu raised a hand and pointed straight at Li Sichen.

"Impossible..." Cheng Qiang was stunned in bewilderment. "Did you get something wrong? This kid is dressed very ordinarily, and his family background shouldn't be much to speak of. How could he possibly afford a Feng Shui master? You must know, the Feng Shui master targeting our family is far more powerful than Master Feng."

Feng Yong nodded repeatedly from the side.

Things having reached this juncture, he had to admit that the Feng Shui expert who had laid down the formations for the Cheng family possessed strength far surpassing his own.

How could such an expert be hired by an ordinary person?

Cheng Haoyu shook his head and explained, "No, what I mean is, he—Li Sichen—is that very Feng Shui master who set up the formations to deal with our family!"

Silence!

The villa instantly plunged into a dead silence!

Not a single person uttered a sound; everyone simply looked at Cheng Haoyu, and then turned to look at Li Sichen.

This state lasted for a solid two or three minutes.

Then, a sudden, collective burst of roaring laughter erupted.

In that instant, people forgot about the terrifying Feng Shui formations, entirely amused by Cheng Haoyu's words.

With a dark and gloomy face, Cheng Qiang rebuked, "Haoyu, what kind of nonsense are you spouting? How could this kid possibly be a Feng Shui master? Just how old is he?"

Zhu Ziming sneered repeatedly: "Heh... This kid is a Feng Shui master? What kind of joke is that, stop messing around!"

Feng Yong chimed in even more bluntly: "If he is a Feng Shui master, then wouldn't I be the Buddha Tathagata?"

Yet right at that moment, Li Sichen suddenly stood up, a gentle smile on his face as he said, "Classmate Cheng Haoyu is quite right. I am indeed the person who set up the Feng Shui formations here!"

The entire venue plunged into silence once more!

A dead, tomb-like silence!