Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1669 - 1666: Do Not Remain Obstinate

Xu Wendong’s gaze lifted slightly, meeting the unexpected visitor with calm indifference. He had already perceived the man’s malicious intent and was certain of the backing he received.

Despite this, he remained unperturbed, remarking casually, "The word 'fate' is indeed the most enigmatic of all."

"From the moment you crossed this threshold, you became connected to the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. Whether this connection proves beneficial or detrimental remains to be seen."

The middle-aged man scoffed, "Hmph, spare me the pretentious mysticism."

"In my opinion, this Mystic Spirit Pavilion is merely a front for charlatans who engage in deception through face reading and fortune-telling," he stated, a provocative glint in his eye, hinting at an ulterior motive.

Xu Wendong gently shook his head, responding at his own pace, "Pray tell, why would you say that? The Mystic Spirit Pavilion extends its hospitality, guided by its heart, to alleviate the burdens of those it is destined to encounter. How could we possibly stoop to fraudulent practices?"

The middle-aged man advanced a step, his voice rising, "You claim to possess the ability to read faces and foresee events. Then, I challenge you to read mine and demonstrate your true skills."

"If you cannot discern anything with accuracy, perhaps it is time for your Mystic Spirit Pavilion to cease its operations."

Xu Wendong, maintaining his composure, slowly rose to his feet, his eyes piercing as they locked onto the middle-aged man’s.

In that suspended moment, an intangible force seemed to surge between the two individuals.

Xu Wendong then spoke, "A trace of hostility lingers around your forehead, and your brows betray a calculation intertwined with resentment."

"Recently, your career has faced significant adversity. You attempted to rectify the situation through illicit means, yet your efforts proved futile, breeding discontent and leading you here to vent your frustrations."

"However, your recklessness stems not solely from personal grievances. You have been dispatched by others to stir up trouble within the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, and your instigators are likely positioned nearby on this very street?" A faint smile touched his lips as he effortlessly saw through the man’s carefully crafted facade.

The middle-aged man’s expression flickered, though he struggled to maintain his composure, retorting, "Cease your baseless assertions. Do you truly believe a few words can sway me?"

Xu Wendong continued, "Your parents at home are in declining health, your father particularly afflicted by a chronic illness. Your preoccupation with your own affairs has led you to neglect their care, a most unfilial act."

"Furthermore, your personal fortunes have entered a detrimental spiral, largely due to your inherent temperament and conduct."

"You erroneously believe that by causing a disturbance here, as orchestrated by those so-called divination masters, you can alter your circumstances. Yet, you fail to recognize that you are merely a pawn in their game, ensnared in a pointless conflict."

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man’s face drained of color, his lips trembling slightly, clearly struck to the very core by Xu Wendong’s accurate pronouncements.

Still, reluctant to concede, he spat with venom, "Even if you've accurately surmised some aspects, it doesn't negate the possibility that you are a fraud."

"Perhaps you conducted prior research to intentionally intimidate me."

Xu Wendong offered a wry smile, shaking his head, "You were the one who sought me out with ill intent. How could I possibly have investigated your personal affairs beforehand?"

"Enough. I have no desire to engage in further debate with you."

"Listen carefully, if you genuinely wish to alter your current predicament, cease allowing others to manipulate you as a mere tool."

"While your family faces hardship, it is not an insurmountable challenge. Your father’s ailments stem from an early life affliction, exacerbated by the unfavorable feng shui of your residence, which amplifies the negative Yin Energy."

"Should you relocate the fish tank in your main living area to the southeast corner and adorn your father’s bedroom windowsill with three small potted plants, it may offer some relief to his symptoms."

"As for yourself, you must relinquish resentment and avarice, earnestly seek atonement, and perform more virtuous deeds. Only then might your fortunes gradually begin to mend."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the middle-aged man's face, his skepticism still evident, yet Xu Wendong’s pronouncements struck with such undeniable accuracy that refutation became difficult.

He clenched his jaw, stating, "Why should I place any credence in your words? What proof do you offer to substantiate your claims?"

Xu Wendong let out a soft sigh, retrieving an antique bronze coin from the folds of his robe and presenting it to the middle-aged man. "This coin, having endured the ravages of time, possesses a certain spiritual resonance."

"Grasp it firmly in your palm, clear your mind, and silently focus on your father’s condition."

"Should you perceive the coin gradually warming in your hand, you will then know that my words hold the ring of truth."

With a shroud of skepticism, the middle-aged man accepted the coin and proceeded as instructed.

Not long after, he was stunned to discover the coin emitting a gentle warmth, the heat permeating his core like a flowing current. His eyes widened with disbelief as he turned to Xu Wendong, exclaiming, "How is this possible?" Xu Wendong responded with practiced calm, "The world operates on the principle of cause and effect. I merely possess a certain insight into this path, enabling me to perceive its hidden intricacies. Remaining in ignorance serves you no purpose. The fortune tellers behind you are simply envious of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's growing renown and seek to undermine me. Do not allow them to manipulate you into jeopardizing your future." The middle-aged man fell silent for a considerable duration before slowly lowering his head. "Master, I was mistaken. My judgment was clouded by avarice, leading me to cause disruption here. I will return and follow your instructions, severing ties with those individuals." Xu Wendong offered a slight nod. "Recognizing one's errors and seeking correction is a noble trait. I trust you will conduct yourself wisely." The middle-aged man respectfully departed the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. Upon reaching the entrance, he knelt, his demeanor solemn and devout. With profound sincerity, he performed three kowtows, each forceful impact causing the ground to subtly shudder. He then proclaimed loudly, "Master's immense benevolence and virtue are indelibly etched in my memory, Wang Fugui, for a lifetime, unforgettable! Your transcendental skills truly affirm your status as a master of physiognomy!" His voice, resonant and clear, brimming with unyielding gratitude and awe, reverberated like a bell, immediately drawing the attention of numerous bystanders. This unforeseen spectacle also caused a dramatic shift in the expressions of two middle-aged men observing the Mystic Spirit Pavilion from the second floor of a distant teahouse. Their former expressions of triumph were swiftly supplanted by shock and apprehension. These two were precisely the fortune tellers who had orchestrated Wang Fugui's interference at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. Their original intention, fueled by eager anticipation, was for Wang Fugui to create disturbances for Xu Wendong, thereby stifling his burgeoning influence. They aimed to utterly tarnish his reputation and suppress the increasingly popular Mystic Spirit Pavilion, thus preserving their own standing and interests within the fortune-telling domain of Antique Street. Yet, regardless of their meticulous calculations, they never foresaw events spiraling so completely beyond their command. Not only did Wang Fugui fail to inflict any trouble upon Xu Wendong as they had hoped, but he furthermore executed such a grand display of respect in public, unequivocally lauding Xu Wendong as a true master of physiognomy. In the eyes of all present, this scene served as a resounding slap to their faces, leaving them utterly humiliated and with no recourse. One of them, a fortune teller identified as Zhao Qi, slammed the table with fierce anger, causing a teacup to rattle precariously. He growled through clenched teeth, "This Wang Fugui is a complete imbecile, easily swayed by Xu Wendong's feeble words, and he has publicly disgraced us. If I do not exact retribution for this insult, how can I, Zhao Qi, possibly establish myself in Qingyuan City?"