Chapter 13: Which Poor Soul Is Going to Die?

After breakfast, Lu Yunsheng followed Jiang Beiting toward the luxury car outside the villa.

As they approached, Jiang Beiting reached out to open the rear car door, but Lu Yunsheng, using her height disadvantage to her advantage, slipped under his arm first and plopped down in the back seat.

Jiang Beiting: “?”

Was he just the little lackey opening the door for the big boss??

Once the car started moving, Jiang Beiting couldn’t hold back the fire inside him any longer.

While pressing his thumb against the ink jade ring, he lowered his voice but kept his authority:

“In the Jiang family, there are rules for eating, and there are rules for riding in cars. From now on, no more fighting for seats!”

“Fighting for seats?”

Lu Yunsheng quickly explained, “Ninth Master, you misunderstood me. I didn’t fight for the seat.”

His expression darkened further. “There are also rules for speaking — for example, when elders speak, you are not allowed to argue back.”

“I’m not arguing. I just know that in Dragon Capital City, drivers sit on the left side. According to the driver’s usual habits and human instinct for danger response, the left rear seat is safer.”

Jiang Beiting, sitting on the left side himself, laughed after hearing this.

He had never met anyone so good at arguing.

“So what you’re saying is, you fought for the seat so you could leave the safer spot for me — for my own good?”

“Yes.”

Her straightforward and resolute reply made Jiang Beiting narrow his eyes slightly.

He couldn’t see through her or figure her out.

But for some reason, whenever he looked at Lu Yunsheng, he thought of his Ah Ying—pregnant in another world, waiting for him to come back…

Jiang Beiting’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down inexplicably.

When he came back to his senses, he tapped on his phone twice and said, “I’ve transferred five million into your account. If you donate it again, and later you and Yuchen starve to death, don’t come looking for me.”

Huh? She has money again?

Lu Yunsheng’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Ninth Master!”

No sooner had she spoken than a red light flashed across her forehead.

At the same time, an unusual black aura filled the car—this black energy was nothing else but a sign of death!

There were only three people here—her, Jiang Beiting, and the driver up front. Which unlucky one was about to die?

The divination technique Lu Yunsheng practiced had an unspoken rule: the client must request the reading before any fortune or misfortune could be predicted. You couldn’t just randomly read someone’s fortune on the street!

She looked up and said, “Ninth Master, can you tell me your birth date? I want to do a reading.”

“Of course not.”

Jiang Beiting immediately rejected her request, teasing himself inside: “I’m actually 28 years old, but virtually 99,000 years old. Dare to read my fortune? Aren’t you afraid I’ll shorten your lifespan?”

Lu Yunsheng was defeated by him but didn’t give up, she turned to ask the driver.

The driver straightforwardly gave his birth date.

She then said to the driver, “Say it again—‘Miss Lu, please do a reading for me to see if I have any upcoming blood disasters.’“

Driver: “…”

He never expected to be coerced into asking her for a reading!

Jiang Beiting was even more speechless beside them. This was truly a folk, niche divination technique—“folk” indeed!

Sometimes he increasingly felt she was some kind of “evil cultivator.”

Anyway, Lu Yunsheng happily heard the driver politely and respectfully “request” a reading from her.

She took out three copper coins and tossed them between her and Jiang Beiting in the back seat.

After only five seconds, her expression grew ten times more serious.

The divination showed that the client’s original fate was one of longevity, but he was about to encounter a large truck—two vehicles would collide, the cars would be destroyed, and people would die! Wasn’t that a contradiction?

There was only one possibility: the driver’s fate had been altered by someone.

She couldn’t afford to think too much about it. She and Jiang Beiting were still in the car—if the driver was going to die, how safe could the back seat be?

Lu Yunsheng said, “Uncle driver, at the intersection ahead, turn left, go straight through three intersections, then turn left again, and continue straight through five more intersections…”

“But Miss Lu, taking that route will add ten more minutes to our trip,” the driver interrupted awkwardly.

Lu Yunsheng patiently explained in response to his doubt, “I just calculated it. If you continue on the current route, death is inevitable.”

The driver was stunned. Death?

He laughed, “Miss Lu, to be honest, my wife visited a master at the temple just yesterday, and the master said I would live to eighty…”

“Your original fate is indeed longevity, but your destiny has been altered. If you delay further, even immortals won’t be able to save you!”

“…”

The driver didn’t understand why this Miss Lu was so eager to curse him with death for no reason.

He was just a driver, and his boss, Ninth Master Jiang, was sitting right behind him. Would Ninth Master be willing to waste an extra ten minutes?

He replied calmly, “Sorry, Miss Lu, Ninth Master’s time is precious. If you want to take a detour just for a drive, wait until Ninth Master allows it, and I’ll happily take you around the city. What do you think?”

After saying this, the driver was expecting Jiang Beiting to praise his quick thinking and maybe even give him a raise.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Beiting immediately snapped back, “Do you need me to get you a translator? Your fate’s been changed, and you can’t understand what she’s saying?”

Driver: “Ah… I…”

Jiang Beiting had zero patience. “Turn the wheel now!”

“Yes, sir!”

The driver urgently changed lanes and prepared to turn.

Because of Jiang Beiting’s cold tone just now, the driver felt a chill in his heart—would he still keep this job?

But what puzzled him even more was: when did the always calm and steady Ninth Master become so confused? Even Miss Lu’s casual nonsense sounded sweet?

Suppressing his doubts, the driver had just turned at the intersection when Lu Yunsheng asked again, “Uncle driver, where did Madam find the master for the fortune-telling?”

Madam?

Look at that—such sweet words and respectful address…

It made him unable to blame her for anything anymore.

“Miss Lu, my wife found Master Mingfeng from Dongqing Temple. He’s an official master from one of the five major mystical sects of the international esoteric schools!”

The driver said this respectfully, then added meaningfully, “He’s not like those street fortune-tellers who have no official certification and just set up stalls.”

Jiang Beiting caught the driver’s sarcasm, rubbed the jade ring on his finger, and said coldly with thin lips, “Quiet.”

With that command, the driver dared not say another word.

Lu Yunsheng stopped asking and simply lowered her head to check the address of Dongqing Temple on her phone.

Jiang Beiting glanced at it, saw the three characters “Dongqing Temple” on the map, his expression darkened immediately, and without a word, reached over and snatched her phone.

She was caught off guard. “Ninth Master, what are you doing?”

Jiang Beiting turned off her phone casually and said firmly, “The money Jiang family gave you, don’t donate it to any temples or for making statues anymore. Understood?”

Lu Yunsheng was stumped for two seconds and explained, “Ninth Master, I’m not trying to donate money. Please give me back my phone first.”

“Not donating money? Then why are you looking up Dongqing Temple?”

“Because there are evil cultivators there who change people’s fates. I just want to check the situation.”

“Evil cultivators?”

Jiang Beiting sneered, “Lu Yunsheng, I think you’re the real evil cultivator!”

Lu Yunsheng: “??”

Having studied divination and fortune-telling with her grandmother for fifteen years, being called an “evil cultivator” for the first time left her completely stunned.

Before she could even respond, the car suddenly made a sharp turn.

“Ah!”

She lost her balance and instinctively lunged toward Jiang Beiting.

Jiang Beiting immediately reached out to stop her from falling, but unexpectedly, his palm touched a place he shouldn’t have touched.

Soft…

For a moment, both of them almost froze in time.

“Sorry, Ninth Master!”

The driver in front apologized and quickly turned the wheel in the opposite direction, trying to “turn the situation around.”

Lu Yunsheng lost her balance again and looked like she was about to fall, but Jiang Beiting’s mind went blank as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her firmly toward himself.

Her body met no resistance and fell right into his arms.