Chapter 2: The Beautiful Client

Unlike examining the geomancy of burial sites or residential houses, the feng shui in ordinary urban homes is really all about the flow of energy. As long as the air circulates freely and people feel comfortable inside, it can be considered good feng shui. Here, the airflow is unobstructed, so there shouldn’t be any issues according to geomantic principles...

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, I opened my eyes. Just now, I sensed a faint trace of negative energy—though weak, it was undeniably present. Glancing around the room, I walked toward a window above the western staircase, pushed it open, and looked outside.

“How is it, Master Wang?”

“Ms. He, the feng shui in your office is fine, but the problem lies with this window. Your building is right next to the residential block behind, and the distance between the two is very close. The space between them rarely sees sunlight, naturally accumulating heavy yin energy. Also, the height of both buildings causes the airflow to plunge downward, shaped like a sharp blade—what geomancy calls the ‘Heavenly Slash Sha.’ This window allows the negative energy and the sha produced by this phenomenon to enter.”

“Anyone exposed to sha will feel uncomfortable. Solve this, and things should improve.”

He Yiwen hurriedly asked, “Master Wang, what should I do?”

“Is this window useful? If not, sealing it completely would be best.”

Normally, this is not a difficult problem to solve. The sha produced by the Heavenly Slash primarily affects low buildings, and for high-rises, it’s not much of an issue. Simply placing the kitchen here and cooking regularly would disperse it. But judging by the layout of the second floor, there’s no kitchen, and He Yiwen doesn’t seem like someone who’s ever near a stove. Sealing the window is the most straightforward solution.

He Yiwen shook her head.

“That would make the lighting worse. Is there any other solution?”

“If you don’t seal it, then you’ll have to use a talisman. Here, just stick this talisman somewhere by the window. But talismans need to be replaced periodically.” I took a talisman from my pocket and handed it to her.

He Yiwen frowned at the talisman in my hand and instinctively took two steps back, pointing at the windowsill. “You’d better stick it for me.”

I gave her a suspicious look.

“Alright,” I replied, and attached the talisman beneath the windowsill.

“Ms. He, the matter’s settled, so I’ll take my leave now.” I made a gesture to depart.

“Master Wang, don’t rush off. I’m really interested in your line of work. Could you tell me more before you go?”

Her beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation. Faced with that gaze, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.

“Very well.”

When I agreed, she smiled and said, “Please sit on the bed and tell me.”

To my surprise, as soon as I sat down, He Yiwen sat right beside me. Her faint perfume drifted into my nose, and her breathtaking beauty almost made me lose myself.

He Yiwen noticed my gaze; her cheeks flushed slightly, and her slender hand rested on my chest as she spoke softly, “Master Wang, you’re just my type. Stay tonight—I want to listen to you talk all night.”

I feigned delight, smiling broadly, but inwardly I was already on guard.

I seized her hand and looked at her with burning eyes.

Her face turned crimson, and she eagerly moved closer, but I felt nothing inside. Did she really think such a trick would fool me? Wishful thinking.

“What do you want to do next?” Her gentle words made me uneasy.

“I’ll do whatever you wish,” I replied, deliberately stalling while preparing in my hand.

As I spoke, I had already taken out a talisman.

“Evil-Breaking Talisman!”

“Ah!” He Yiwen shrieked.

I threw the talisman at her.

With a crisp snap, her expression twisted in pain.

Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed my suspicion was correct.

I had initially wondered why He Yiwen, whose face showed no signs of romantic fortune, behaved so provocatively.

When I produced the talisman, she reacted oddly, though these were just my suspicions; I hadn’t sensed anything amiss in her aura. It wasn’t until she tried to seduce me that I gained confidence and decided to test her with the Evil-Breaking Talisman—and it worked.

Had I not been wary, a young man full of vigor like myself would have fallen for it.

Now, He Yiwen lay on the bed, struggling in pain. Her already rosy cheeks blushed deeper, and soon her perspiration soaked through her white lab coat.

This wasn’t possession by some unclean entity; it must have been negative energy entering her body.

Still, her situation was odd. I hadn’t sensed any negative energy on her, and such energy is highly yin in nature. Humans are inherently yang; unless elderly, a woman’s own yang energy should be enough to resist mild sha, preventing it from entering the body. Besides, the sha here was pitifully weak. How could she have been affected?

Moreover, even if sha enters the body, it usually makes one violent, not eager for intimacy as she was.

While I pondered, He Yiwen slowly opened her eyes, still dazed from her ordeal.

“I’m sorry... I don’t know why just now—I couldn’t control myself...”

“It’s alright. You were affected by negative energy, but I’ve cleared it. By the way, how long have you felt this way?”

I never believe in coincidences. There must be a deeper cause; unresolved, it could lead to more serious problems.

He Yiwen avoided my gaze, her cheeks flushing again as she turned away and murmured, “Just started in the last day or two.”

“Only recently? Think back—have you done anything unusual? Gone anywhere or bought anything?”

I suspected she’d come into contact with something strongly imbued with sha.

“The clinic’s been busy lately. Besides eating, I haven’t gone anywhere... Wait, I did have something done—I got a tattoo.”

“A tattoo?!”

Her words immediately brought something to mind.

“May I see it?”

He Yiwen blushed even more, hesitating to speak.

“I just need to check. If it’s the tattoo, it’ll keep causing trouble unless it’s dealt with.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she bit her lip and said, “Alright, Master Wang. Could you turn around for a moment?”

“Sure.”

I turned away, and after a while, she said she was ready.

Ah...

Her delicate curves and fair skin appeared before me, completely unguarded.

Now I understood her hesitation—the tattoo was on her lower back.

It took a moment to steady myself and focus on the tattoo.

She had inked an exquisite ancient-style beauty. The tattoo artist’s skill was remarkable; using only red and blue, the color was simple yet the beauty vivid and lifelike. The sheer veil seemed about to slip off, inviting admiration of her perfect figure.

I stepped forward and gently touched the tattoo. As I suspected, it was done in the traditional manner.

I recalled how a woman once sought my father’s help, claiming to love her husband dearly but always feeling as if possessed, unable to resist cheating with other men. My father initially thought her ancestral grave or home’s geomancy was at fault, but found nothing. Eventually, he learned she had a lotus tattooed on her arm using the ancient method.