Chapter 62 Miss Shen, the Second Daughter

“I won’t eat… ah!”
“Ugh… I won’t… urgh!”
Yang Ming screamed in terror, but his cries were all muffled by the dog feces being shoved into his mouth.
A heap of filth was forced down his throat by the burly men one after another!
“Ugh!”
Yang Ming collapsed to the ground, retching uncontrollably.
When he opened his mouth, a foul stench filled the air!
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he wailed, “Dong Yuan! Yu Feihu! Ye Tianci! You dared force me to eat dog shit? I won’t let you get away with this!”
“Beat this mongrel out of here!” Dong Yuan ordered coldly with a wave of his hand.
The servants swarmed forward, and Yang Ming was beaten out with sticks.
He took two blows to the head, his face covered in blood.
“I will definitely have my revenge for this! Just you wait!” Yang Ming shouted furiously as he scrambled into his car and fled in disgrace.

Inside Tongu Studio, Dong Yuan and Yu Feihu once again invited Ye Tianci into the inner room.
Old Master Dong lay in bed, already awake, with a hint of color returning to his previously pale face.
“Brother Ye, you truly are a divine doctor!”
“Jiacheng, bring the thank-you gift!”
At Dong Yuan’s signal, his son Dong Jiacheng immediately brought over a tray, upon which lay six large gold bars!
“Brother Ye, I have a fondness for collecting antiques and accumulating gold and silver. These are all top-quality gold bars, each weighing half a jin!”
“You saved my father’s life—please accept these gold bars, and don’t think them too little.”
Six bars, three jin of gold—worth well over a million!
Dong Yuan’s gratitude was indeed generous.
But Ye Tianci merely cast a calm glance at them and smiled. “I was able to save your father because of fate. Besides, I’ve already obtained what I wanted.”
To him, the value of that double-fish jade pendant far surpassed any amount of gold.
The pendant contained a baleful yin blood energy, harmful to ordinary people, but for someone versed in martial cultivation, it was a precious tonic—no different from heaven and earth’s spiritual energy.
If he could fully absorb the evil energy within, Ye Tianci felt he had a great chance of breaking through to the eighth level of the Primordial Harmony Technique.
Even his master, Ghosthand, had only ever reached the consummate seventh level, failing in every attempt at the eighth.
If Ye Tianci could master the eighth level, he would no longer have anything to fear!

“Brother Ye, you’ve done my family such a great favor, yet you only ask for a jade pendant and refuse any reward. I truly feel uneasy!” Dong Yuan said.
“To be honest, Boss Dong, to me this jade pendant is worth more than a thousand taels of gold. Having it is enough.”
“If I may say one thing more, your father nearly lost his life because of this. You should investigate the source.”
Hearing this, Dong Yuan frowned. “My father seldom goes out. Not long ago, he visited Qingshan Temple, and it was after that the pendant appeared on him.”

Again, Qingshan Temple!
Ye Tianci had already heard this place mentioned more than once—it seemed there was surely something sinister there.
He took his leave, but Dong Yuan eagerly tried to keep him, “Brother Ye, how about this: I have many fine things here at Tongu Studio. Please, choose whatever you like, or I’ll truly feel guilty.”
Yu Feihu added, “Brother Ye, you must accept our thanks, or we’ll have to force them on you!”
Seeing their insistence, Ye Tianci had no choice but to go along, and followed them into the front room of the shop.
Inside, all manner of antiques were displayed—porcelain, jade, and more, everything one could wish for.

As soon as Ye Tianci entered, his gaze fell upon a small incense burner on the altar.
The censer was filled with ashes, likely a vessel Dong Yuan used for incense offerings.
But among all the treasures in the room, only this little incense burner emitted faint waves of spiritual energy.
It was certainly not an ordinary object!

“Boss Dong, I’ll choose this small censer,” Ye Tianci said, pointing to it.
Dong Yuan frowned. “Brother Ye, that little incense burner only cost me ten yuan. I use it for burning incense—hardly worth anything!”
“Pick something valuable—anything you like, I’ll give it to you!”
Ye Tianci smiled lightly and said, “I’ll take this one.”
“Very well. If you insist, it’s yours,” Dong Yuan said helplessly.

Just as Ye Tianci was about to take it, a young woman suddenly appeared, stepping forward and snatching the small censer before him.
“I want this incense burner!”
A delicate, aristocratic air suffused her refined features as she lifted her chin with a touch of pride.
She was very beautiful, her looks rivaling those of Lin Qingqian.
But Ye Tianci merely glanced at her coolly, his expression calm, as if unmoved by her beauty.
Noticing his indifferent gaze, the young woman frowned and pouted. “Why do you say it’s yours? One, you haven’t paid; two, you haven’t taken it.”
She turned to Dong Yuan, her tone imperious: “Boss Dong, I want this censer. Name your price.”
Dong Yuan stepped forward, bowing deeply with great respect. “Miss Shen, this incense burner is already promised to Brother Ye. I cannot sell it to you.”
Clearly, he knew who she was.
For Dong Yuan to be so deferential, this Second Miss Shen must be someone extraordinary!

Second Miss Shen’s eyes grew cold as she snorted, “Not selling? Boss Dong, do you realize what trouble your words could bring you if I get angry?”
Sweat broke out instantly on Dong Yuan’s forehead. Bowing again, he replied, “Miss Shen, I’m just a simple merchant. Business is business—we follow the rules and keep our word.”
“I’ve already promised the censer to Brother Ye. You are of noble status—please, don’t make things difficult for me.”
“Perhaps you’d like something else? I have many other fine items, all better than this little censer. Choose whatever you wish; I’ll even take a loss for you.”

Second Miss Shen pouted, stubborn as ever. “I just want this incense burner!”
“This…” Dong Yuan’s face showed his dilemma.

“Boss Dong, do you know why I want this censer? My boyfriend’s grandfather is celebrating his birthday at Tiger Roar Villa.”
“His grandfather loves incense offerings and collecting burners like this. I’m buying it as a birthday gift,” Miss Shen snapped.

Dong Yuan asked in surprise, “Miss Shen, your boyfriend is…?”
“Qi Xian!”
“A leading figure among the younger generation in Shu City, a genius of the Qi family, a dragon among men—barely worthy of me,” she said with a proud tilt of her chin.

Dong Yuan was stunned, and his predicament only deepened.
Miss Shen’s status was already daunting, but her boyfriend was none other than the Qi family’s genius, Qi Xian—even more untouchable.

Dong Yuan looked helplessly at Ye Tianci, hoping to persuade him to give up the censer.

Ye Tianci spoke calmly, “I don’t care whose daughter you are. The censer is mine; give it back.”
“You dare fight me for it?” Second Miss Shen raised her eyebrows, acting spoiled and domineering.
“Hand it over,” Ye Tianci demanded, extending his hand, utterly ignoring her privileged arrogance.

“No! If you try to snatch it from me again, don’t blame me for slapping you!”
“I’m telling you, even if I slap you, no one would dare say a word!” Miss Shen threatened.

But before her words had faded, a crisp slap landed across her face, and the censer was in Ye Tianci’s hand.

Dong Yuan and Yu Feihu’s faces both changed—more accurately, they were frightened!

Second Miss Shen stared at Ye Tianci in disbelief, eyes wide.
She stood frozen for a full five seconds, then covered her face in tears. “You dare hit me?”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Since I was little, no one has ever dared touch a single finger of mine!”
“Even someone as outstanding as Qi Xian always pampers me, never daring to talk back. Yet you dare to slap my face?”