Chapter 14: She’s Truly Omniscient

The burly leader roared furiously, “You crooked merchant! How dare you pass off defective goods to Young Master Mu? You’re asking for death!”

“Smash it all!”

At his command, the four henchmen began wrecking the shop. The owner turned pale with terror—he’d landed in deep trouble. Young Master Mu? Could it be… that Mu? If he’d known it was him, he wouldn’t have dared to overcharge even with fifty extra lives!

Yan Hao and Su Min watched in shock.

“Mom, A-Qiao’s amazing! She predicted this would happen—it’s like she sees the future!” Yan Hao’s eyes shone with admiration.

Su Min’s momentary astonishment melted into pride.

“Of course! How could my precious daughter not be extraordinary?”

“A-Qiao, let’s leave and shop elsewhere,” Yan Hao suggested, eyeing the chaos.

“No. This store has the best supplies.” Yan Qiao stood firm.

Yan Hao blinked. “Did you… foresee this too?”

“Yes.”

Though the shopkeeper was greedy and dishonest, his stock was genuine.

The thugs overheard Yan Qiao. “If you’ve got real goods, bring them out now!”

Yan Hao snapped, “Hurry up! Or we’ll call our people to smash this place next!”

The owner begged for mercy. Another round of destruction would ruin him.

“I’ll fetch them! But the finest items are rare and hard to acquire…”

“We came first. They’re ours!” the leader barked.

“You don’t need that much. It won’t solve your problem,” Yan Qiao stated flatly.

“And how would you know?”

“She does know. Don’t argue!” Yan Hao glared.

The thug scoffed.

“Is your ‘Young Master Mu’ Mu Yunzhe?” Yan Hao pressed.

“You know him?”

Su Min and Yan Qiao turned to Yan Hao. Su Min recognized the name—Mu Yunzhe wasn’t from Jiangcheng but Beijing, rumored to have moved here for business.

“My brother might. Or we could ask Sir Xun. No one in Beijing dares refuse him!”

“You know Sir Xun?!” The thug gaped.

“He’s my sister’s top client!” Yan Hao declared proudly. “If your boss has any… supernatural troubles, my sister can help. Discount included!”

The thug’s face twitched. Recent events had been unnervingly bizarre.

“I’ll call to confirm.”

The owner scurried to retrieve two bags of premium supplies. Yan Qiao inspected them—enough for half a year’s use.

“These are worth 2,000. I’ll let you profit 500.”

“2,500 it is! My treat—a gift for your Ancestor Masters!” Yan Hao paid swiftly.

The owner accepted the money miserably.

The thug returned from his call. “Young Master Mu says to let Miss Yan have everything.”

Yan Qiao showed no surprise—this was expected.

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Later, at the Yan Residence

Yan Hao’s phone buzzed with a video from Liang Song. “A-Qiao! Ruan Ling confessed—she met the rogue Taoist at a temple in the south city. It’s called…”

Yan Qiao memorized the temple’s name. Her expression darkened. If this was an organized group of corrupt practitioners, the situation was graver than she’d imagined.

An hour after returning home, Li Xun arrived.

“State your business,” Yan Qiao said bluntly once seated.

Li Xun raised a brow at her directness. “A friend of mine is plagued by strange occurrences. He needs your help.”

“Bring him quickly.”

Within an hour, Mu Yunzhe arrived, his face pallid with dark circles and exhaustion.

“Buy a protective talisman first. 200 yuan.”

Mu Yunzhe paid without hesitation. The moment he gripped the talisman, warmth flooded his body, lifting the weight from his shoulders.

“Master Yan, what’s happening to me? The Taoist I hired earlier was useless!”

“You’ve been targeted. Heavy malicious energy clings to you,” Yan Qiao replied coldly.

Mu Yunzhe’s face hardened. “By whom?”