Chapter Three: Opening the Eyes to Yin and Yang

The three cars didn't go up the mountain. After stopping at the foot of the mountain, Xiang Que got out of the car. He left He Jinzhong behind, and only Chen Sanjin followed him, walking towards the mountain-top mansion on foot.

"This road has been here for a long time. Initially, the people from the Ancient Well Temple told Chen Liang that after building the house on the mountain, a road directly to the foot of the mountain must be constructed. A few years ago, this was just a small path. It was paved with asphalt from my father's generation, and a few years ago, I renovated it again." Chen Sanjin pointed to the trees on the side of the road. "According to what the people from the Ancient Well Temple told us, when Chen's family prospered for sixty years, ancient trees should be planted along the road. These trees were collected by me from various places. There are a total of eight hundred and ten from the foot of the mountain to the top. They are usually taken care of by dedicated personnel."

Xiang Que remained silent, closing his eyes and drawing a line from the bridge of his nose to his forehead with his index finger. He pressed his eyeballs with both hands for a moment before opening his eyes. Chen Sanjin, who was beside him, turned his head and was startled. Xiang Que's two pupils, one had turned black, and the other had turned white.

"I don't know if you didn't move, but I don't know if others did." Xiang Que took a step up the mountain.

Chen Sanjin asked, "Sir, are you saying... someone is playing tricks on us from behind?"

"Otherwise, what do you think? Did the Feng Shui Bureau of the Ancient Well Temple break itself? Your Chen family can still be prosperous for a few more generations. You're only in the fourth generation, right? It's too early for that." Xiang Que patted Chen Sanjin's shoulder and said earnestly, "In other words, there are two possibilities. Either you offended someone, or someone doesn't want your Chen family to continue to thrive. Ponder on these two aspects. If you can find the right one, it's the reason."

"The latter." Chen Sanjin didn't hesitate and directly set the tone. "Someone doesn't want our Chen family to continue going forward."

"Dealing with you must have cost a lot." Xiang Que said.

"Ah, it must have. This person has turned your Chen family into what it is now. Obviously, he has some skills. He isn't just a small character running around in the martial arts world." Xiang Que rubbed his temples with a headache. "It's a bit tricky. Although this was done by my master dozens of years ago, it's not that easy to figure out now. This person has messed up your Chen family so obviously, he's got some skills. He's not just a small character running around in the martial arts world."

"So, let Sir bother." Chen Sanjin said sincerely.

"Bother? I just treat it as coming out for some fresh air. Rest assured, I won't be indecisive. Whoever did it, I'll deal with him, can't let it slide. The face of the Ancient Well Temple is not so easily slapped." Xiang Que walked towards the mountaintop in a hurry, talking while moving.

Chen Sanjin followed behind him and suddenly asked, "Sir, are you from the Northeast?"

"Well, I used to be. In the first ten years, I was, and then my master brought me from the Northeast to Mount Zhongnan. I haven't been down since." Xiang Que turned his head to the east, his mouth twitching. "This old man is really unbearable. He kept saying my fortune is bad, so he made me stay in that mountain ditch for more than ten years. I almost don't remember what my parents look like."

After Xiang Que finished his chatter, he continued to walk towards the Chen family mansion along the road leading to the mountaintop. During this journey, he didn't utter a single word. His ten fingers were constantly pinching and calculating inside his sleeves, and most of the time, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

When they reached the front gate of the Chen family mansion, Xiang Que suddenly stopped and pointed to the Bagua mirror above the two vermilion doors. "The mirror is broken."

"Broken?" Chen Sanjin's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw that the mirror was still hanging there, smooth and without any cracks.

This mirror had been there since the Chen family established their residence. It hung on the door, and Chen Sanjin's father had emphasized multiple times before his death that this mirror must not crack, break, or fall. Regardless of what happened in the family, this mirror had to be kept intact.

For this reason, after Chen Sanjin took over, he had installed cameras on both sides and assigned personnel to guard it to ensure that the mirror wouldn't fail.

There were many strange instructions in the Chen family that were passed down verbally from generation to generation. Although Chen Sanjin was confused by these instructions, the previous generations had always taken them seriously.

When the family head retired, he would tell the successor that the prosperity of the Chen family was closely related to these instructions.

However, the mirror seemed fine to Chen Sanjin at this moment, still hanging intact on the door. He looked at Xiang Que with suspicion, and the latter, squinting his eyes, said, "You'll know if you take it down."

Chen Sanjin nodded and told the servant who came out to greet them, "Bring a ladder."

After a while, two people carried a ladder to the door. When one of them climbed up and touched the mirror, unexpectedly, it shattered with a crash, falling to the ground. Startled, the person fell from the ladder, his face pale, and stammered, "Mr. Chen, this... I just..."

"It's not your fault. It's okay." Chen Sanjin waved his hand. He had clearly seen that the mirror broke the moment the person touched it. The man didn't use much force, and there was no need for iron palm training. It was just a light touch, yet the mirror shattered.

Xiang Que didn't speak. He strode into the Chen family mansion, and Chen Sanjin asked behind him, "Mr. The mirror has a problem. My father told me that nothing should happen to that mirror."

"Let someone quickly buy a new one identical to it and hang it back up."

"What?" Chen Sanjin was a bit confused.

"Buy one to pretend. After solving the issue, I'll handle it for you. At that time, the mirror will be the original one again."

Once inside the Chen family mansion, Xiang Que remained silent. For over two hours, he walked around the courtyard with his hands behind his back, almost covering every inch of the estate—front house, rockery, garden, pond, pavilion. Any place he could walk, he walked.

"I'm so tired," Xiang Que grumbled. "Old Chen, why did you build such a big house? It's too tiring. Do you have money to burn? You're too extravagant."

Chen Sanjin nodded and said, "Yes, it's just burning money."