A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from You Kun's mouth!
His body tilted backward, and he fell directly from his seat onto the ground!
With a thud.
After a dull thud, You Kun retreated backward in terror, staring at Ling Feng with extreme fear as if he had seen a ghost!
This scene stunned everyone!
"You Kun, oh, Mr. You, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly spit blood? Are you okay?"
Ma Suyuan was the first to approach, instinctively helping You Kun up. She quickly changed her address, making it seem as if she wasn't too close to You Kun.
But this action made Duan Chenfeng frown slightly.
"What are you guys still standing around for? Don't you see that Mr. You is feeling unwell?"
Following Duan Chenfeng's call, two female attendants beside him quickly stepped forward to take over from Ma Suyuan, supporting You Kun.
You Kun had already lowered his head completely, his whole body trembling like a sieve, not daring to look up at Ling Feng again.
"What? Mr. You, have you recognized my identity?"
Ling Feng's voice asked unhurriedly.
You Kun, however, was like a startled bird, waving his hands repeatedly, "I, I can't tell. Mr. Ling's destiny is noble. My cultivation is limited, and I dare not presume to interpret heavenly secrets!"
"Oh? So, you can't tell?"
Ling Feng's voice carried a hint of chilling killing intent.
This made You Kun feel as if he had once again fallen into a bottomless abyss.
His hands trembled as he took out a bank card from his embrace.
"I, I can't tell. Mr. Ling, this money for the divination, I, You, accept it with shame, with shame!"
Ling Feng did not reach out to take the bank card!
But Yang Fei reached out and took the bank card, his eyes fixed on You Kun with a threatening gaze.
When Yang Fei saw You Kun in this state, he was almost certain that You Kun had indeed recognized Ling Feng's identity.
Even if he didn't know Ling Feng was the Zhenbei King.
But the previous sentence, "Below one person, above ten thousand people!"
This was enough to guess how noble Ling Feng's identity was, which was why Yang Fei was looking at You Kun so threateningly, merely warning him not to spout nonsense!
In fact, Yang Fei's deterrence was unnecessary.
You Kun was already scared out of his wits!
"Why did he spit blood just by looking at someone's face? This guy's vitality is too strong."
Lin Shuai Nan looked at You Kun with amusement and made a sarcastic remark.
Duan Chenfeng's eyes darted around, and he already had a guess.
"Could it be that Mr. Ling's mastery of the Xuanmen is far superior to this You Kun, which is why You Kun is so terrified? Otherwise, why would he spit blood?"
Ma Suyuan felt heartbroken for You Kun and said in a soft voice, "Mr. Ling, what exactly is going on? Why did Mr. You spit blood during a perfectly good fortune-telling session? He is a distinguished guest I invited!"
Ling Feng glanced at Ma Suyuan and did not respond.
Seeing the awkward situation, Duan Chenfeng quickly waved his hand and said, "Yuan Yuan, Mr. You is feeling unwell. He should rest at home today. You go and arrange a room for Mr. You to rest!"
"Alright."
Ma Suyuan also wanted to leave the scene quickly. She wanted to ask You Kun properly what was going on.
You Kun was even more relieved, finally able to escape the terrifying atmosphere.
"Mr. Duan, I, You, bid farewell."
"Heh heh, Mr. You, please rest well. I will invite the best doctor to diagnose and treat Mr. You!"
Duan Chenfeng was very polite.
You Kun thanked him repeatedly and then left with Ma Suyuan.
As the two of them left, Duan Chenfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Haha, it turns out, Mr. Ling, you are the true master! I indeed did not misjudge you!"
Ling Feng slowly stood up, "Do you have paper and brush?"
"Yes!" Duan Chenfeng immediately called for someone to fetch them.
Ling Feng wrote with a flourish, and soon a list of medicinal ingredients appeared.
"Mr. Duan, as agreed, please gather these medicinal ingredients."
Duan Chenfeng took the paper and looked at it, nodding subconsciously. However, as he scanned it, Duan Chenfeng's eyes widened.
"Blood Dragon Heart, Rootless Bamboo... These, Mr. Ling, these are all precious medicinal ingredients of the spiritual medicine level! So many..."
Duan Chenfeng subconsciously looked at Ling Feng, showing a pained and troubled expression.
"Oh? So, Mr. Duan cannot gather them?"
Ling Feng's expression was indifferent. If these things were easy to find, would he have come to Kun City with Duan Chenfeng?
Seeing this, Duan Chenfeng gritted his teeth, seemingly making up his mind.
"As long as Mr. Ling can help me solve the problem of having children, even if it's a daughter, it's fine. I guarantee I'll gather these medicinal ingredients for you within two days!"
"I'll try."
Ling Feng nodded. This matter still needed to be resolved.
Immediately, Ling Feng led the way.
Duan Chenfeng and the others were stunned, and then they quickly followed Ling Feng.
Soon, Ling Feng walked into Duan Chenfeng's bedroom. This bedroom was clearly quite old, with wooden beams and wooden furniture all around, many of which were indeed antiques!
"This... Mr. Ling, did you know from the beginning that the feng shui of my bedroom was problematic?"
Duan Chenfeng stepped forward curiously to ask.
Ling Feng nodded slightly. Since entering, he had released his senses and felt the anomaly here most clearly. Although he didn't understand the secrets of feng shui, nor did he know what a household feng shui layout was, Ling Feng knew that there must be a problem here.
Seeing Ling Feng's serious expression, Duan Chenfeng stepped back, not wanting to disturb him further.
At this moment, in a room on the third floor, Ma Suyuan was embracing You Kun. You Kun's head was resting on Ma Suyuan's chest, and he kept sighing, as if his whole body was in pain.
Ma Suyuan raised her hand and patted You Kun's shoulder.
"What are you crying for! Hurry up and tell me, what exactly happened? Why did you suddenly spit blood?"
You Kun was startled by the pat. Upon hearing this, fear and lingering dread still appeared in his eyes.
"Alas, strange, strange! How can this person have such a noble destiny? Below one person, above ten thousand people, who else in our Great Hua Kingdom can have such a status?"
You Kun sighed, still muttering to himself.
Ma Suyuan became unhappy.
"What 'below one person, above ten thousand people'? He's just a feng shui master. Why would he have such a noble destiny? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Saying that, Ma Suyuan turned on the television opposite them.
Coincidentally, the television was playing surveillance footage of Duan Chenfeng's bedroom.
"Hey, why did they go to the bedroom? What are they going to do? Could it be that they've realized what we did there earlier?"