The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

319: Chapter 319: Fighting all evilsHan Jingyang watched the villagers slowly retreating from the courtyard and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Not nervous?

That was impossible!

Even with confidence, facing these surging, angry villagers, the body would instinctively sense threats and issue warnings; this instinctive reaction is the essence of the emotion of fear.

Other emotions are the same.

So people often say to control their emotions, which is actually using a strong inner self to suppress one’s instincts.

Therefore, this is a very difficult thing to do, and only a very few people can truly control their emotions.

What Daoism calls ”forgetting emotions” actually means this—it teaches people to control their emotions, not to completely forget them.

Buddhism is similar.

So-called cultivation, stripping away religious colors, is essentially the same.

He was not a cultivator, had never practiced, and didn’t even understand things like meditation, entering stillness, or circulating energy; he only knew some specious theories.

So, he was far from achieving the legendary ”Supreme Forgetting of Emotions.”

He just had confidence, so he could maintain a superficial calmness.

His confidence naturally came from the dharma instruments all over his body.

To deal with these ordinary people who had never cultivated, the attributes of any random item would work.

A simple ”Majesty” attribute could drive back the crowd of villagers.

What does the Majesty attribute do?

It strengthens one’s own Majesty.

The more Majesty one has, the more effective one’s words are, creating a sense of conviction that makes people willingly submit.

Dealing with these villagers, it couldn’t be easier to use.

Using the ”Get out” reinforced by the Majesty attribute to drive everyone away, Han Jingyang wasn’t exactly happy, because today’s matter was truly troublesome, with many follow-up issues to handle, and there were even some things he didn’t know how to deal with, such as the murderer.

Zhou Zhenhua died of murder; as someone in the know, he certainly couldn’t just walk away. He didn’t have an official status, so if he didn’t want to cause a huge mess, the best way was to give the villagers an explanation—at least to put them at ease.

Otherwise, even if he successfully left Shen Village, there would inevitably be trouble later.

A human life had been lost; the villagers couldn’t just act like nothing happened.

So, he frowned slightly, thinking rapidly about how to handle the next steps.

Meanwhile.

Quancheng city center.

Sunshine Garden Villa Community.

Villa No. 8.

A soundproof silent room.

Inside the spacious silent room hung exquisite oil paintings. Each painting was extremely skillful, and the protagonist of every oil painting was a woman wearing a red cheongsam-style bridal outfit. Every woman’s temperament was almost exactly the same as Dou Dous Mother—plump, sweet, gentle, and lovely—only their poses were different: sitting, standing, squatting, lying on their backs, lying on their stomachs, and even other various shameful poses.

However, their gazes were just right, staring at the center of the silent room.

In the center of the silent room was a square mat.

In the very center of the mat was a circular cushion.

A person sat cross-legged on the cushion.

This person was short, with a flat head, a square face, small eyes, and slanted eyebrows. He was very ugly, but his skin was very fair, similar to top-quality mutton-fat jade.

This person was the owner of the villa, Lyu Zhiqiang.

Lyu Zhiqiang closed his eyes but wore a ferocious smile, and at the same time, he said softly: ”Qianqian, do it. Kill that guy surnamed Han. Kill him, and I will let you leave, let you reunite with your husband. Believe me, this time I am really not lying to you.”

”Think about your husband, then think about your daughter. Don’t hesitate.”

”That guy surnamed Han is not a good person, otherwise he wouldn’t have watched your husband crash into the tree and die without doing anything. You know, his strength is very high; with his strength, he could have saved your husband just by moving a finger, but he did nothing, so...”

”That guy surnamed Han is your husband’s murderer.”

”That guy surnamed Han didn’t just kill your husband, he also killed Dou Dou.”

”I wasn’t very good to you before, but what about now? Haven’t I stopped forcing you? Right? You didn’t want to kill the guy surnamed Wang, so I didn’t kill him. You wanted Dou Dou to learn oil painting, so I became her teacher every night. You didn’t want Dou Dou to be like you, so I tried everything to teach Dou Dou cultivation. Otherwise, could Dou Dou have survived until now?”

”Why has Dou Dou been able to live this long? Isn’t it because of you?”

”Qianqian, the only person I have ever loved is you. So, for me, for you, and for your husband and daughter, do it.”

”Kill that kid surnamed Han, and I will definitely keep my promise to let you go, just like I kept my promise not to kill Wang Zhiwei.”

”With this kid surnamed Han around, you will never have a peaceful life. You have seen many people like this—self-proclaimed righteous, but actually stubborn and highly self-opinionated. They can’t tolerate pitiful people like us in their eyes; seeing us, they will destroy us without hesitation.”

”So, even for your own sake, you must kill him!”

”Be good, this is the last time I will beg you. Kill him, just like last time.”

”Pounce over, burrow into his head, and swallow his primordial spirit in one bite!”

”Do it!”

”Quick!”

Dou Dous home.

The woman’s face in the sky paused for a long time, looked at Zhou Zhenhua covered by a white cloth and Dou Dou who had fallen to the ground, then rushed towards Han Jingyang without hesitation.

Han Jingyang, who was bowing his head in thought, was completely unaware of the situation in the sky.

Liu Jing and the others were the same.

Only Lin Yuegui sensed something.

The moment the woman’s face pounced down, all the hair on her body stood on end, and she shouted loudly: ”Watch out—”

However, before the sound faded, the woman had already pounced on Han Jingyang.

The next second.

A green aura emerged from Han Jingyang’s body, rapidly condensing into a miniature peach wood sword, stabbing towards the woman’s face.

The green miniature peach wood sword silently pierced through the woman’s face, pulling out a large expanse of black-red energy before turning around and stabbing down again.

The flexible, fast, and exceptionally sharp miniature sword moved back and forth through the woman’s face like a needle and thread.

In just a few seconds, it had pierced back and forth dozens of times.

The woman’s face was covered in wounds, filled with holes left by the green peach wood sword.

At first, the woman’s face could quickly fill these holes, but soon it was too overwhelmed to care; the speed of repair could not keep up with the piercing speed of the green sword at all.

Ten seconds later.

The green miniature sword lost its power and quickly shrank back into the century-old peach wood core carved miniature sword in Han Jingyang’s pocket.

This inconspicuous little sword was a Grade 5 item.

Although it had no skills, its attribute was Evil-Warding, completely countering evil things like the woman’s face.

But relying only on the attribute was still not enough to destroy this woman’s face.

He still had to use a skill.

Han Jingyang remained expressionless as he formed a seal, cast a spell, and shouted loudly: ”Warding Off a Hundred Evils—”

The next second.

A blue aura emerged, condensing into a peach wood sword with lightning-strike patterns.

The peach wood sword was ancient and majestic, with wisps of electric light constantly swimming through the lightning-strike patterns on the sword body, as if it were a lightning dharma treasure sent down from heaven.

The peach wood sword carrying lightning light slowly rose into the air and suddenly slashed down.

It was silent, but at that instant, the electric light flared brilliantly.

Fierce and unparalleled!

Swift as lightning!

The woman’s face realized something was wrong, revealed an expression of screaming, and without hesitation, abandoned Han Jingyang’s body, flying towards Dou Dou’s body at extreme speed.