BOOM!

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from a distance, and everyone turned to look.

They saw a billboard collapsing, with a bloody, mangled person lying crushed beneath it.

"Boss!" Blondie screamed, throwing himself to the ground. The person who had been crushed was none other than Wan Fada.

A gaping hole had been torn open in Wan Fada's head, and he appeared completely lifeless.

Only then did the crowd understand the meaning of Xia Liang's earlier words. They all stared at him with expressions of pure admiration. It turned out that Master Xia had known all along that Wan Fada was due for a bloody disaster, which was why he had said what he did. Honestly, for a scumbag like Wan Fada, who had committed countless evil deeds and had blood on his hands, death was no great loss.

Amidst gazes mixed with admiration and awe, Xia Liang led Little Liu Lian away. The two of them headed straight for the commercial street. There was no way they could continue their stall where Wan Fada had died; the scene was simply too ghastly.

He hadn't completed his six hours for the day, so Xia Liang returned directly to his shop on the commercial street and reopened for business.

After some thought, Xia Liang decided that since Little Liu Lian was now his disciple, he should give her a proper gift. He used the rewards earned over the past few days to redeem a copy of the *Mahjong Robe Technique*.

He then looked at Little Liu Lian with a serious expression.

"Little Liu Lian, since you have passed through my door, I will use our sect's secret skill to transmit this divination technique to you! Remember, you must not divulge it to anyone. No matter who asks, you cannot speak of it. Do you understand?"

Seeing Xia Liang's stern face, Little Liu Lian nodded with a look of firm resolve and replied in a crisp voice, "I understand, Master!"

"Good."

Xia Liang nodded, satisfied. Little girls are so easy to trick.

He promptly transmitted the *Mahjong Robe Technique* to Little Liu Lian.

As the transmission began, Little Liu Lian suddenly felt her small head filling with a vast amount of new information.

How magical!

Xia Liang nodded, pleased. He then spent another twenty Work Points to acquire a Destiny Copper Coin.

"Alright, Little Durian! Your master has an important task for you! I'm feeling sleepy and need to rest for a while. During this time, you must keep a close watch. If anyone comes by, you perform the fortune-telling for them! Can you do that?"

"I can do it!" Hearing that it was a task from her master, Little Durian immediately gave a smart salute, her face a mask of solemnity.

"Good."

Xia Liang nodded again, pleased with himself. I'm not being lazy, he thought. This is all for Little Liu Lian's training.

It wasn't long before Xia Liang was stretched out on the Taishi Chair, fast asleep. Little Liu Lian, meanwhile, looked around the empty shop before sitting down at the stall with a very serious expression.

An hour later, Xia Liang was awakened by a commotion.

"You little brat! What do you know? How dare you curse my family to have no descendants!" a brawny woman in rustic clothes bellowed.

"That's what the divination shows," Little Liu Lian said plainly, sitting behind the table and looking at the Destiny Copper Coin in her hand.

Hearing this, the shrew's eyes turned red with fury, and she no longer cared that she was confronting a mere child.

"You're cursing my family line to die out!" she shrieked. The woman charged forward, raising her hand to slap Little Liu Lian.

At that moment, a large hand shot out and clamped down on her wrist.

"Who gave you permission to raise your hand?"

Xia Liang had appeared beside the fierce woman without anyone noticing, and his tone was utterly frigid.

"Let go, you damn brute!" the woman's voice was deafening.

"Watch your mouth," Xia Liang said, gradually tightening his grip. The pressure caused the fat on her wrist to bunch up painfully.

"Oww!" the woman cried out.

"Let go of my mom! Let go of my mom!" a somewhat dazed voice called out from behind Xia Liang. The speaker was a burly but simple-minded young man, who was presumably the woman's son.

Xia Liang shot him a single glance, and the young man flinched, shrinking back and quickly retreating to the doorway.

"So scary, so scary..." the fool muttered, repeating the words over and over.

Xia Liang frowned and released the shrewish woman.

"He's hitting me! Help, he's hitting me!" Seeing that she was free, the woman immediately dropped to the floor and began thrashing about to create a scene.

Xia Liang looked at Little Liu Lian's helpless face and asked, "Little Liu Lian, what's going on?"

"Master, this is what happened."

Little Liu Lian then recounted the incident. The woman's name was Zhang Cuihua. She had come to the commercial street to shop when she spotted the Fortune-telling House and decided to get a reading for her mentally disabled son's future regarding children. Initially, she was about to leave when she saw that only a young girl was present. But seeing how seriously Little Liu Lian took the matter, she decided to give it a try. After performing the divination, Little Liu Lian saw that the woman's son was fated to be childless and live a lonely life. She relayed the results truthfully, but Zhang Cuihua became enraged, calling her a charlatan and accusing her of cursing her family to have no heirs.

She asked for the reading herself and now throws a tantrum just because she dislikes the result? Xia Liang sneered. This woman was truly unreasonable.

Just then, Zhang Cuihua scrambled to her feet and began shouting at the top of her lungs to the people outside.

"This Fortune-telling House is a scam! They curse people's families to die out just to swindle you out of your money! Look how young they are! They even have a little girl telling fortunes!"

Their shop was located in a bustling area, so Zhang Cuihua's tantrum naturally drew a crowd of onlookers.

"Look at my son! He's so strong and healthy! How could he possibly be unable to have children?" Zhang Cuihua cried, pulling her son forward.

By now, a crowd of uninformed spectators had gathered, and they began pointing fingers at Xia Liang.

"So young and already up to no good! Getting a little girl involved in a scam."

"I've seen this trick a hundred times. They tell you some terrible fortune, then try to sell you something to 'fix' it and take your money."

"Real fortune-tellers are wise old masters, not a couple of kids who are barely weaned!"

"It's obvious they're just swindlers who haven't even learned the trade properly."

The crowd buzzed with criticism, and few had anything good to say about the Fortune-telling House. Xia Liang's brow furrowed. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to do any business at all. He didn't care about the money, but he had a hidden mission to complete.

Xia Liang knew Little Liu Lian's reading was correct. He turned and observed the son's facial features and the aura they contained. Then, he cleared his throat and spoke confidently from the doorway.

"The Spouse Palace is full; your son must have married in the last couple of days. However, there is a crack in it, indicating some kind of mishap in the marriage."

Zhang Cuihua turned, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Her son had indeed married two days ago, and things had not gone smoothly.

"Furthermore, looking at this son of yours, he is brimming with Yang energy. He most likely hasn't consummated the marriage yet. I presume his wife is quite resistant to the idea," Xia Liang stated with a playful tone.

At these words, Zhang Cuihua's expression changed, and she glared fiercely at her son.

"Is that true?" she demanded.

Her son hung his head, looking as if he was about to shrink away and cry.

"You useless thing! Didn't I tell you that even if you had to use force, you had to give me a..." She cut herself off mid-sentence, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

"Was what I said correct?" Xia Liang asked indifferently.

"Yes," Zhang Cuihua admitted. She had stopped crying and making a scene, realizing that Xia Liang possessed genuine skill.

"My disciple's divination was correct. Your family line will indeed end," Xia Liang stated bluntly.

Zhang Cuihua's face turned ugly, but she refrained from causing another ruckus.

"My family line can't end! My son must have a big, healthy baby boy! You have to find a solution for me," Zhang Cuihua demanded, as if it were her right.

"Heh." Xia Liang let out a sudden, cold laugh. "From what I see, your family line ending is not an injustice."

His words were shocking.

"What? Say that to my face again!" Zhang Cuihua's large face instantly contorted with rage.

"I said your family deserves to have no offspring," Xia Liang repeated, his tone growing even colder.

"What gives you the right to say that? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" Zhang Cuihua rolled up her sleeves, preparing to lunge at him.

"Your son's Spouse Palace has a blood-red line running through it," Xia Liang said, his voice cutting through her anger. "Your daughter-in-law just attempted suicide, didn't she?"

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