Chapter 20: The Third Generation Combination

Poor Wang Yong, who was solely focused on saving someone, hadn’t even had time to see clearly what had fallen to the ground before being suddenly shoved over by Xiong Ying…

Shui Miao landed first on the bed, with Wang Yong falling on top of him.

Shui Miao had already exited his meditative state, but for some unknown reason, he could still hear the conversation between his grandfather and Wang Yong. However, he couldn’t open his eyes. Puzzled inside, he suddenly felt a sensation of weightlessness, which made him extremely nervous—and that shock actually woke him up!

Meanwhile, Xiong Ying quickly picked up the safe key from the floor, reached into his pocket, swapped out his house key, and held it tightly in his hand.

The fall had been sudden, but since they landed on the bed, it wasn’t too hard.

Before Wang Yong could react, Xiong Ying grinned and said, “See, my method worked! In one move, I managed to wake this kid up. Phew! For a moment there, I thought he might become a vegetable! Come on, Brother Wang, let me help you up. Now it’s easier—no need to go to the hospital anymore.”

Xiong Ying quickly adapted to the situation, successfully diverting Wang Yong’s thoughts.

Seeing that Shui Miao was truly awake and noticing that the key in Xiong Ying’s hand wasn’t anything special, Wang Yong felt a wave of relief and exhaled deeply. He stood up and laughed, “Master, you really are amazing! You scared me just now—I thought something serious had happened, but it turns out you had everything figured out from the start!”

“Well, not exactly,” Xiong Ying replied, shaking the key in his hand before putting it into his pocket. “I just dropped the key and had a sudden inspiration.”

“In my opinion, this is what they call lucky people always having fortune on their side, hahaha…”

Wang Yong noticed nothing unusual and chuckled lightly before turning to Shui Miao and asking, “Shui Miao, are you alright? Nothing feels uncomfortable, does it?”

“No, Uncle. I’m sorry—I almost ruined your stone,” Shui Miao replied, feeling guilty for trying to make a duplicate key for the safe without permission.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yong waved his hand repeatedly, “It’s not your fault, not your fault at all! The stone isn’t broken, so don’t worry about it. In fact, I’ll just give it to you.” Suddenly generous, Wang Yong picked up the yin-type spiritual stone and handed it to Shui Miao. “It was this stone that saved your life…”

As Wang Yong was speaking, he suddenly noticed several cracks on the surface of the black stone. In his youth, he had acquired several such spiritual stones, but not recognizing their value, he had carelessly damaged many of them. From past experience, he knew that once such stones cracked, they became useless and would no longer emit their yin-cold energy. Over time, they would disintegrate into powder and eventually vanish into the wind. Seeing the cracks, Wang Yong thought to himself: *I shouldn’t say too much more, or they’ll realize the stone is ruined. Then I’ll have to decide whether to give them the other stone in the safe or not.*

But then, Wang Yong suddenly thought of the other stone in the kitchen downstairs—could it also have cracked?

At this moment, Wang Yong only had one final pair of yin-yang stones left. If the one in the kitchen was also broken, then the stone in the safe would lose its value. Without the corresponding warm stone powder to neutralize the yin-cold energy, no one could endure staying in such a cold room for long.

“I’ll go check the kitchen first…”

Wang Yong hurried downstairs to the kitchen.

Inside, it was extremely hot—warm and stuffy, at least forty degrees Celsius. As soon as he pushed open the kitchen door and felt the abnormal heat, his heart sank. *Oh no, this must be the warmth from the warm stone leaking out!* Sure enough, the red spiritual stone on the stove was completely cracked, covered in deep fissures.

With a thud, Wang Yong returned upstairs, his mood darkened. He placed the red spiritual stone on the glass coffee table in the room. Immediately, it shattered into many small pieces.

“My treasures are all gone…”

Frowning deeply, Wang Yong plopped down onto the sofa, feeling extremely dejected. Just earlier, they had seemed fine—how could they have broken so suddenly? That shouldn’t have happened!

Seeing the broken stones, Xiong Ying also grew anxious. “Brother Wang, was that the only warm stone you had?”

“I just said it—my treasures are all gone.” Wang Yong sighed heavily and stood up, heading toward the safe…

Shui Miao was sitting at the edge of the bed…

At that moment, the black stone on the nightstand also cracked and shattered into small pieces.

“What… how could this happen?”

Seeing both spiritual stones break, Xiong Ying could no longer remain calm.

Could the yin and yang energies from the two stones have entered my body? As Shui Miao looked at the broken stones, a strange thought occurred to him: these spiritual stones had strong spiritual properties. Could they have reacted upon contact with blood, like in those xianxia novels—dropping blood to claim ownership, merging with the blood upon contact?

Shui Miao recalled the events and found this theory quite plausible. Moreover, after waking up, when he silently recited incantations and practiced his qi cultivation, he clearly felt the flow of energy in his meridians—something he had never experienced before.

“This one is useless now anyway. I might as well give it to you.”

Feeling deeply disheartened, Wang Yong took out the last yin-type spiritual stone and handed it to Xiong Ying.

Seeing Wang Yong so downcast, Xiong Ying’s conscience stirred. He immediately declared, “Brother Wang, this time we’ve dragged you into trouble. We have no way to compensate you, so how about we let you keep all the money we earn today from helping the Sun family with the feng shui? We won’t take a single penny.”

“Uncle, it’s all my fault for ruining your treasures. But don’t worry—I’ll work hard to earn more money in the next few years and take care of you in your old age.” Shui Miao had gained tremendous benefits, skipping years of cultivation. He knew clearly that the spiritual stones had broken because of him. To repay Wang Yong, he silently vowed to treat him like a father and care for him for the rest of his life.

Upon hearing this, Xiong Ying was surprised. He knew Shui Miao never made promises lightly—if he said it, he would definitely follow through.

Wang Yong was already in his forties. His wife had divorced him, and his son was out there running around with delinquents, not studying or being filial—only asking for money, never showing any concern. In his youth, Wang Yong had robbed graves and smuggled antiques, leaving no time to care for his family. At forty, he had retired, hoping to make amends, only to find his wife already sleeping with another man and his son already turned into a delinquent with no hope of change.

In this situation, having already lost hope in life, Wang Yong felt a sudden warmth in his heart upon hearing Shui Miao’s words. He couldn’t help but pull Shui Miao into a hug. “Good kid, just those words make everything worth it!”

Thinking of his own sorrows, tears welled up in Wang Yong’s eyes.

Seeing this, Xiong Ying was deeply moved. After a moment’s thought, he suggested, “How about this, Wang Yong? Adopt Shui Miao as your godson. This kid is upright, honest, kind, and filial—very responsible! Actually, I’m not only his master—I’m also his grandfather. He’s an orphan, and I raised him myself.”

Xiong Ying knew of Wang Yong’s family troubles and sympathized deeply.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yong wiped his eyes and pointed at Xiong Ying with a laugh, “I adopt him as my godson, but he calls you Grandpa? Old man, aren’t you trying to take advantage of me?”

“Haha! This advantage isn’t free—I practice a martial art called the Yin-Yang Five Elements Qi Gong. If you adopt me as your godfather, I’ll not only teach you the art but also use it to improve your health. That’s like giving you a pair of treasures that money can’t buy!” Xiong Ying chuckled, stroking his beard.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yong’s eyes lit up. “Master, you must keep your word! I’ve wanted to be your disciple for a long time. Today, with Shui Miao here, we three generations can’t just speak empty words!”

“Empty words? At a moment like this, in a situation like this, in this atmosphere—do I look like the kind of person to speak nonsense?” Xiong Ying sat down on the sofa, his expression turning serious. “So, adopt me as your godfather. Not everyone can call me godfather—I might change my mind if you hesitate too long.”

Wang Yong looked at Xiong Ying, then at Shui Miao, and finally shouted, “Alright!” Immediately, he knelt before Xiong Ying, kowtowed three times, and loudly called out, “Godfather!”

Then, Shui Miao also knelt before Wang Yong and called him “Godfather.”

Soon after, laughter filled the room—light, joyful laughter. Sometimes life can be so strange and unpredictable. Three people who were originally unrelated and distant became a warm, harmonious family overnight, united by the goodness in their hearts. Now, the three generations—grandfather, father, and son—were complete.

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After tidying up the room and having breakfast, Shui Miao and Wang Yong sat in the living room around Xiong Ying, listening to him explain feng shui knowledge. Around nine o’clock, a knock at the door was heard…

Shui Miao ran to open the door and saw it was Sun Jijun.

Sun Jijun wore casual clothes. He had driven over personally, without any bodyguards.

After a brief exchange of greetings, everyone got into the car and headed to Sun’s villa.

It was a beautiful day—bright sunshine, clear skies without a cloud.

After getting out of the car, Sun Jijun pointed at the villa and said somewhat nervously, “Master, please be careful. I’ve invited some experts before, but they ran away as soon as they reached the gate. I can’t explain the details clearly—you should take a look first. I’ll stay here.”

“You just didn’t invite the right people. If you had invited Master Xiong earlier, the problem would’ve been solved long ago,” Wang Yong said confidently with a shake of his head.

Sun Jijun quickly smiled apologetically, “Exactly, exactly! Master Xiong must have a solution…”

“You all wait here,” Xiong Ying said, glancing at Wang Yong and Shui Miao, then looking up at the sky. The sun was high, a time of strong yang energy. He had visited briefly before and confirmed the presence of a powerful yin spirit. This time, he had no special talismans prepared, only slightly enhanced qi cultivation. But logically, entering the villa at this time should at least allow him to leave unharmed—even if he couldn’t eliminate the spirit completely.

Xiong Ying gathered his energy, pushed open the big iron gate, and slowly walked into the villa.

Strangely, the villa showed no signs of abnormality today. Xiong Ying activated his yin-yang eyes and looked around carefully but saw no unusual yin energy.

He went upstairs, opened the windows to let sunlight in, and inspected the entire villa. Then, just as calmly as he had entered, he walked back out.

Seeing Xiong Ying emerge unharmed, Wang Yong immediately boasted, “Mr. Sun, you saw it—Master Xiong, my godfather, is completely fine. Even if there were any unclean things, they must’ve been scared off by my godfather…”

Xiong Ying raised his hand, interrupting Wang Yong.

Looking at Sun Jijun, Xiong Ying frowned and said gravely, “This is strange. It shouldn’t be like this. I saw the yin spirit before—it was very strong. But today, it’s gone!”

“Gone? Could it have been scared away by Master?” Sun Jijun seemed to gain confidence, his voice growing louder.

Xiong Ying shook his head slightly. “I can’t be sure…”

“Mr. Sun, don’t hesitate anymore. Those unclean things must’ve been scared off by my godfather. Why not take this opportunity to call some workers to clean up the villa? If anything happens, my godfather is here. If you’re still uneasy, just prepare some food and drinks—we can stay here overnight. If nothing happens, then Mr. Sun, you’ll have to prepare our payment,” Wang Yong said confidently. Naturally bold, he had seen countless corpses during his tomb-robbing days. Even without Xiong Ying’s help, he had many ways to deal with yin spirits.

“The money is already in the car. As long as the problem is resolved, I’ll pay immediately,” Sun Jijun said, taking out his phone and stepping aside to call his younger brother, Sun Jihong, to bring people over to clean the villa.

Examining the villa, Shui Miao walked up to the big iron gate.

Looking at the courtyard, his gaze fell on a rectangular pond about two meters long and eighty centimeters wide. The water was shallow, covered with fallen leaves, weeds, and scraps of paper. For some reason, Shui Miao felt an inexplicable sense that something was hidden inside the pond.

It was a strange, indescribable feeling.

As he stared, Shui Miao suddenly felt the yin-yang five elements energy in his dantian begin to circulate automatically. When a cool stream of energy reached his eyes, he suddenly saw something faintly beneath the pond—a dark, writhing mass…

“What the hell is that!?”

Seeing the unknown object for the first time, Shui Miao inhaled sharply in shock.