Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1668 - 1665: A Troubling Visitor

Mr. Yang continued, "Following that, he headed straight for the Western World."

"Within the museums of imperialist nations that once plundered our land of countless treasures, he navigated them as if they were empty. Wielding his peerless Divine Skills and demonstrating immense courage, he recovered the artifacts that rightfully belonged to our nation."

"These invaluable relics, bearing the weight of our nation's profound history and brilliant culture, were cruelly stolen by invaders and ended up in foreign lands. It was a true national sorrow and a disgrace to Great Xia!"

"Fortunately, Master Xu retrieved them one by one, returning them to the national treasury in pristine condition."

"His accomplishments cemented his status in the people's hearts and showcased to the world our deep respect for cultural heritage and our unyielding resolve."

"However, after this, Master Xu seemed to completely vanish from the mortal realm, disappearing from public view."

"The world lost track of him; no one knew his whereabouts. Some even questioned if he remained among the living."

"His disappearance became an enigma, leaving countless people troubled."

"Who would have thought he was hiding in our modest Qingyuan City? Truly, a great recluse hides in plain sight!"

"Indeed, indeed, quite so!" Mr. Ye experienced a moment of profound realization, nodding repeatedly, his eyes alight with excitement and wonder. "I was earlier perplexed as to how an unknown young man could produce such potent talismans, radiating mystical energy."

"Now, all my questions are answered."

"Can ordinary mortals truly compare to the talismans crafted by Master Xu?"

At this, a memory seemed to surface, and he fixed Ye Qiu with a stern gaze. "You mentioned you struck Master Xu at the mall, correct?"

Ye Qiu, his eyes welling up, pleaded, "Grandfather, I had no idea he was Master Xu!"

Mr. Ye let out a deep sigh and stated, "Regardless of whether you knew his identity then, now that you do, you must offer him a sincere apology!"

"Father, I believe that might be unnecessary," Ye Xingbang interjected quickly. "As the saying goes, ignorance does not warrant blame. Furthermore, Master Xu evidently values his privacy. If Ye Qiu were to apologize now, it might inadvertently displease him!"

Mr. Ye pondered this, then nodded. "You are right; I was being thoughtless. Regardless, ensure we maintain a close rapport with Master Xu moving forward."

"It is not our intention to seek benefits for the Ye Family from him, but rather to offer any assistance within our capabilities should he ever require it!"

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The Ye Family's grand public gesture of presenting a silk banner to the Mystic Spirit Pavilion sent ripples through the bustling Antique Street.

It was akin to a colossal boulder cast into a placid lake, instantly disturbing the water's surface.

The previously overlooked and obscure Mystic Spirit Pavilion was abruptly transformed into a gleaming gem, newly unearthed and polished.

In mere moments, it captured widespread attention, becoming the epicenter of all gazes and quite literally stealing the spotlight on Antique Street.

Only then did people seem to awaken from a daze, realizing that amidst this seemingly ordinary Antique Street, a mysterious establishment had quietly opened its doors, capable of fortune-telling and resolving misfortunes.

The sudden prominence of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion was directly attributed to the public endorsement from one of Qingyuan's six great families, the Ye Family.

The Ye Family's standing in Qingyuan was undeniable, boasting a rich ancestral legacy, a vast commercial enterprise, and an intricate, deeply embedded network that wielded considerable sway across various societal strata.

Such recognition from them was certainly not easily obtained.

The Ye Family's action served as a declaration to the entirety of Antique Street, and indeed to Qingyuan City itself: The Mystic Spirit Pavilion possessed extraordinary abilities and unwavering reliability.

This act undoubtedly draped the Mystic Spirit Pavilion in an aura of sanctity and brilliance, becoming its most compelling endorsement.

Furthermore, the couplet displayed at the entrance, bearing the inscription "[No charge for those with destiny, those without can step aside]," became a subject of intense discussion among the public.

It imbued the shop owner with a distinct and memorable persona in the eyes of observers.

As the reputation of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion soared, Xu Wendong welcomed his second visitor.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man whose face bore the marks of hardship.

His eyes were clouded with worry and bewilderment, and his steps seemed heavy with an unspoken burden.

Upon entering, he nervously clasped his hands and addressed Xu Wendong. "Sir, my business has been in steep decline recently, and my home life is filled with constant conflict. I heard you possess the ability to read fortunes and solve problems; could you perhaps discern what troubles me?"

At this moment, inside the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, fragrant incense curled upwards, its smoke slowly swirling through the tranquil air, as if casting a mystical veil over the space.

Xu Wendong slightly lifted his gaze, a gesture for the man to take a seat before he began his own careful examination.

He scrutinized the man's countenance, noting the dull glabella and scattered eyebrow tails – clear indicators of waning fortune.

"Your luck is indeed poor," Xu Wendong began deliberately, "afflicted by an ominous energy, your mind is unsettled, leading you to make frequent poor decisions. This has caused both your business and family to fall into distress."

The man's face paled with fear. "Sir, is there a way to resolve this?" he asked urgently.

Xu Wendong paused in thought. "I shall craft a transformation charm for you," he declared. "Place it in your home's wealth position. Cultivate your mind, and think thrice before acting. In time, your luck will naturally improve." With that, he fashioned a talisman for the man using his wolf-hair brush.

Valuing it as a supreme treasure, the man offered a thousand yuan before respectfully taking his leave.

Despite the sign by the door stating 'No charge for those with destiny,' he felt uneasy not offering payment.

Xu Wendong did not refuse; after all, the materials for the talismans, such as the specialized paper, incurred costs.

At noon the next day.

A young woman timidly entered the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

Her eyes were visibly swollen, suggesting she had been weeping.

Upon seeing Xu Wendong, she choked back a sob. "Sir, my long-term boyfriend and I suddenly broke up. It feels like my world has collapsed. I wish to know what my future emotional path holds."

Xu Wendong observed her, a flicker of pity in his eyes. "Miss, sorrow is etched upon your brows," he stated. "Your love life is indeed experiencing turbulence."

"However, you are not without good fortune. It is your excessive obsession that has led you to lose yourself."

"You must let go of the past and rediscover yourself. When your heart opens, sincere companionship will follow."

The woman seemed to ponder his words. Though sadness still lingered, a glimmer of hope entered her gaze. She bowed deeply to Xu Wendong. "Thank you, sir. I will strive to adjust myself."

Seeing her reach for her purse, Xu Wendong chuckled. "It was merely a simple conversation, no need to pay. Buy yourself a lollipop; sweets can indeed lift one's spirits!"

"Thank you, sir."

The woman expressed her gratitude and promptly turned to depart.

As she left, a middle-aged man entered the shop. He glanced at Xu Wendong with a half-smile. "Master," he said, "I wonder if you and I are destined?"