Divine Level Witch Doctor

As the car drove out of the upscale villa community, Ye Feng rolled down the window, intending to throw away the bag containing the incense and Medicine Pills.

Just then, Zhao Yuan's threatening words flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Although Zhao Yuan wasn't there, Ye Feng had a nagging feeling that if he dared to throw the bag away, he would definitely suffer the consequences. In the end, he caved and meekly brought the bag of incense and pills home.

However, a new problem arose.

None of the three of them wanted to use the incense and pills. Although their effects were excellent and the items were rare, just seeing them reminded them of what had happened today, filling them with a profound sense of humiliation.

They couldn't bring themselves to throw them away, but they didn't want to use them either… It was an incredibly frustrating feeling!

In the end, the three members of Ye Feng's family packed the incense and pills into a box, sealed it, and stashed it in the storage room. Out of sight, out of mind…

After Ye Feng's family left, Chang Yun and the other three suitors, along with their parents, also said their goodbyes and departed.

They had come uninvited in the first place, hoping their sons could win the favor of Lin Xue and her family. Now, that mission was clearly a failure. What was the point of staying? To watch Zhao Yuan be the center of attention and show off?

They weren't damn masochists!

Meanwhile, after returning to the Lin Family's villa, Zhao Yuan had become the most popular person there. Everyone crowded around him, either asking how he invented the Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills, or asking him how he had developed such deep expertise in calligraphy and jewelry making…

Once the crowd had mostly finished their questions, Lin Liqiang came up to Zhao Yuan and said with a broad smile, "Xiaozhao, I'd like to discuss something with you."

Zhao Yuan quickly replied, "Uncle Lin, please, just tell me what you need."

His respectful attitude satisfied Lin Liqiang, who nodded and said, "I own a few supermarket chains in Rongcheng City, and if I do say so myself, the business is quite large. I was wondering if you might consider letting me sell the Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills in my stores?"

These three health products, all under the Witch Doctor brand, were currently the hottest and most sought-after items in Rongcheng City, and even the entire Western Shu Province. Bringing them into his supermarkets would be a massive boost to their reputation—more effective than television advertising—and would certainly drive sales for other products as well!

In fact, when Soul-Stabilizing Incense was first released, plenty of supermarkets had the same idea. Unfortunately, Zhao Yuan was still making it by hand back then, producing only a few dozen to a hundred boxes a week. There was no way he had enough surplus to supply supermarkets.

But now things were different!

With the new factory, the production volume of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Vitality Pills, and Beauty Pills had increased dramatically. They could easily set aside a portion of their stock for supermarket sales.

Zhao Yuan smiled. "Since you're the one asking, Uncle Lin, how could I possibly refuse? Consider it done. As for the specifics, you'll have to discuss them with Brother Fang. After all, I'm just a hands-off owner; I rarely get involved in management."

Fang Yi was standing nearby and had heard every word of the conversation between Zhao Yuan and Lin Liqiang.

He couldn't be happier to hand off the sales responsibilities to someone else, as he wanted to focus his energy on the factory.

In his eyes, the factory was the absolute top priority!

He and Lin Liqiang hit it off immediately, and the two of them went straight to Lin Liqiang's study upstairs to discuss the partnership details.

Seeing her father leave, Lin Xue wanted to go over and talk to Zhao Yuan.

Today's events had been surreal for her, like a dream. She had so much she wanted to tell Zhao Yuan.

However, before Lin Xue could say a word, Lin Liangzhe pushed through the crowd, grabbed Zhao Yuan by the arm, and began dragging him toward his own study. "Xiaozhao, my boy!" he boomed as he pulled. "Come, take a look at your Grandpa Lin's calligraphy and give me your opinion."

Zhao Yuan said with a wry smile, "Grandpa Lin, your calligraphy is of course superb. I'm hardly qualified to comment on it."

He was telling the truth. Without relying on the skills from Wu Peng's legacy, his own calligraphy was utter trash. He was no match for Lin Liangzhe, who had been immersed in the art for decades.

Lin Liangzhe, unaware of the truth, took it as modesty. "Oh, you're being far too humble! Your calligraphy is good enough to establish a new school of thought. How could you possibly not be qualified to offer me guidance? Ah, I understand. Is it because of our age difference? Don't worry about that! This is a friendship forged through calligraphy; we don't need to stand on such formalities."

Watching how chummy her grandfather was with Zhao Yuan, Lin Xue was both amused and exasperated. At the same time, she felt a little pang of jealousy.

It was hard to tell if she was jealous of Zhao Yuan, or of her own grandfather. Or perhaps, a bit of both.

It took all of Zhao Yuan's effort, but he finally managed to appease Lin Liangzhe.

As he stepped out of the study, he let out a long breath.

Lin Xue walked up with a glass of juice and handed it to him. "Humoring my grandfather must have been exhausting, right? Here, have some juice to soothe your throat."

"Xiaoxue, don't you talk bad about me, I can hear everything!" Lin Liangzhe's voice drifted out from the study, though he didn't emerge. He was at his desk, practicing his strokes.

Just moments before, Zhao Yuan had recited many of Wu Peng's insights on the art of calligraphy. This had not only stunned Lin Liangzhe but had also given him a host of new realizations about the art form. Now, he was eager to consolidate what he had just learned and make the knowledge his own.

Liu Zhu, Yang Zi, and the others gathered around.

Yang Zi asked with curiosity, "Xiaoyuanzi, didn't you say you had gifts for us, too? Where are they? Don't tell me it's just another set of that incense and those pills."

Liu Zhu and the others also chimed in, full of expectation, "Yeah, Old Third, where are our gifts? C'mon, bring them out!"

If they hadn't had high expectations for Zhao Yuan's gifts before, they certainly did now. After seeing him produce one astonishing item after another—the necklace, the calligraphy, the health products—they were filled with curiosity and anticipation.

"I had planned to wait until the party was over," Zhao Yuan said with a smile, "but since you're all so eager, I'll give them to you now." He then took seven Fearless Pearls from his pocket.

"Hey, this bead looks familiar… isn't this a Fearless Pearl?" Yang Zi took one and held it up to the light. She immediately spotted a segment of the Fearless Scripture within. "It really is a Fearless Pearl! Did you have an Artisan take them apart?"

Of course, Zhao Yuan couldn't admit that he had turned the Fearless Pearls into Magical Artifacts, so he had to invent an excuse. "More than that," he said, "I also found an enlightened High Monk to bless them. You should all keep them on you at all times from now on. Not only can they ward off evil spirits and break malicious Qi, they can also ensure your safety and protect your health!"

"Really? Are they that magical?" Yang Zi asked.

"That High Monk was truly incredible, so you'd better keep these Fearless Pearls with you at all times!" Zhao Yuan's expression was grave, which made the seven of them take his words to heart.

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