I Am Your Natural Enemy

In the courtyard of Wen Yan’s house, Chen Tao sat on the ground with a bruised face, looking dejected, not even daring to sit on a chair.

After adjusting Ren Yubao’s eight-character life pattern, that unlucky child bowed respectfully before leaving, stating that as a disciple going on a long journey, the teacher should take care of himself at home, promising not to embarrass him.

Just like that, from the small shop to Wen Yan’s place to escape misfortune, Chen Tao experienced stepping on a loose sidewalk tile and slipping, a signboard hitting his face, mistaking the gas pedal for brakes, breaking a plastic stool with shards almost stabbing his butt, a cockroach flying into his mouth, among other incidents...

If Wen Yan hadn’t personally brought him here, he might not even be alive to reach Wen Yan’s house.

If he hadn’t resisted the urge to follow the Nether Path to Guanzhong County for curiosity to see things he’d never seen before, he reckoned he would have died there, unable to be saved by Wen Yan.

Sitting on the ground, Chen Tao sighed deeply, considering this place in front of the Big Intersection where Wen Yan lives peacefully, indicating its ability to suppress evil, hence why he hurried here to escape.

In another place, he truly wouldn’t know what to do.

Ren Yubao, that unlucky kid, keep your respect for the master in your heart, why do you have to follow it so rigidly?

In the end, he hasn’t done the real work yet; he first nearly ”worshiped” his master to death.

Chen Tao sat on the ground, looking at the nearby water, and dared not drink it, fearing he might accidentally choke to death.

He couldn’t resist Wen Yan’s persuasion, so he actually went ahead with it.

Despite Ren Yubao’s strange experiences, his current empty eight characters allowed for varied and effective adjustments.

Yet Chen Tao never dared to randomly change them, fearing that even the slightly positive changes might backfire on his weak disciple, the Ghost.

The good adjustments were risky, but the bad ones indeed had fewer concerns.

There truly are negative eight-character life patterns that don’t harm oneself but specifically affect others.

Chen Tao spent his life in this field, always massaging others and probing for a suitable disciple.

Much of what he learned, he hadn’t personally witnessed.

Slipped by Wen Yan’s lure, he truly struggled to resist.

His master, his grandmaster, for seven or eight generations, probably never saw anything special like it documented.

It’s akin to extremely rare diseases, globally recorded perhaps just several hundred cases.

Moreover, for special effective eight-character patterns, judging solely by encounters without examining the eight characters makes evaluation impossible.

Some, even with the eight characters available, are hard to confirm without knowing personal history.

With Ren Yubao as Chen Tao’s disciple, he’s basically a composite of almost all negative eight-character patterns; any adjustments he can make are thus effective.

Such temptation was irresistible for Chen Tao; coincidentally, Wen Yan requested their help, aligning perfectly with their intentions.

Unexpectedly, Ren Yubao, despite being warned about caution, couldn’t resist instinctively offering a bow.

Just that one gesture!

Now, Chen Tao regretted yielding to temptation, knowing better than to use his abilities.

The intention was to apply the Heavenly Destroyer Lone Star pattern, causing harm to spouse and offspring, relatives and friends, with no familial connections or support from benefactors.

At this stage, it should have met Wen Yan’s requirements.

Ren Yubao is initially a weak Ghost, unlikely to draw attention immediately.

And, as a fresh face in Guanzhong County, the adjustment of his eight-character pattern would change his appearance, making him unrecognizable.

Moreover, as long as Ren Yubao doesn’t antagonize others, self-preservation shouldn’t be problematic.

The closer he is to others, the safer he’ll be, while the others suffer from misfortune.

Importantly, these effects wouldn’t attract attention or suspicion.

If you’re unlucky, what can you do? Blame gravity for constipation?

In the midst of adjustments, Chen Tao became overwhelmed, feeling reciting textbook styles didn’t showcase his capabilities and wasted this chance.

As it wasn’t intended to harm, but to aid Scorching Sun Department in justice, it met all conditions for adjusting the life pattern.

As long as he didn’t deliberately harm the innocent, there’d be no repercussions later.

Therefore, after some flattery from Wen Yan, Chen Tao added extra effects to the Heavenly Destroyer Lone Star base.

He made Ren Yubao into someone whose presence causes tires to burst, flowers to wither. If born regularly, managing to live until a hundred days with familial support, would be considered under full-time auspices.

Thus, the first to experience the effects was Chen Tao himself.

If he hadn’t decisively let Ren Yubao knock him down and given him a new name, within half an hour he would’ve ended in ICU from electric outages, explosions, and respirator failures leading to death.

Sitting in Wen Yan’s courtyard now, Chen Tao dared not go anywhere, just waited.

Meanwhile, in Guanzhong County, Wen Yan squatted afar rubbing his wrist. Chen Tao’s aspiration when exerted was truly frightening, as despite his lack of action, he suffered from a bit of bad luck.

If he didn’t possess the fixed ability given by his aunt to avoid losing his way, he might never find his way out of the Nether Path.