Chapter 446: The Big Pervert

Mia hurriedly translated, but the Indian master only gave a very brief response.

“It’s telepathy.”

Mia slightly curled her lips, seemingly unconvinced by this explanation.

Their communication, mediated by translation, felt quite unnatural.

Shui Miao exhaled gently and continued, “Please ask him again for me—what does he want from me? All of a sudden, I really don’t feel like talking. If he’s just bored, he can stay here and meditate with me.”

Seeing others staring at him like he was some kind of monster, guns still in hand, Shui Miao felt increasingly uncomfortable.

This time, the Indian master didn’t speak. Instead, he glanced left and right and chose a stone to sit on.

His disciples quickly sat cross-legged around him.

The Nepalese soldiers dispersed around the area, taking up guard positions.

Looking rather bored, Mia edged closer to Shui Miao and whispered, “Hey, handsome, what brings you here in the middle of the night? Could it be that you really are a Feng Shui master?”

Mia wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she had fair skin. Being young, under the moonlight she looked somewhat appealing.

Shui Miao glanced at Mia. Through telepathy, he sensed some of her background. She was a cheerful and outgoing girl from a middle-class family. Fresh out of university, she majored in Hindi and finance. She had taken 100,000 yuan from her family to start her own business in India, but ended up losing all the money. Forced to find a job, she coincidentally met this Indian Feng Shui master. He was a decent man who often talked to her about Buddhist philosophy and took her along on his travels. She really enjoyed this job.

Overall, she was a bright and easygoing girl.

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

Finding Shui Miao unresponsive, Mia felt somewhat puzzled.

From her experience, whenever she approached a guy first, they always responded enthusiastically.

Shui Miao shrugged, “The night’s nice. The moon is pretty big tonight.”

His tone implied that there was nothing more to say.

Mia wasn’t stupid. She immediately made a face at Shui Miao, scrunching her nose and sticking out her tongue. “Acting cool, typical guy who likes to play cool. Fine, don’t talk to me. I wasn’t going to ask you to be my boyfriend anyway.”

“…”

This comment left Shui Miao confused. Mia had already said so much—why didn’t she just go away? Why was she still leaning close to him?

Leaning against the stone where Shui Miao was sitting cross-legged, Mia looked up at the night sky and murmured, “Actually, the moon is really round tonight… Hey, don’t you think we two Chinese people meeting here should act a bit friendlier? At least you could stop pretending to be cool.”

“I’m not pretending to be cool—I just don’t feel like talking,” Shui Miao glanced at the Indian master. “Mia, the old man is meditating. Isn’t it rude for us to chat here like this? There’s nothing else happening, and it’s getting late. I think you should go back and rest. Staying up late will give you panda eyes.”

“I’m not sleepy. I slept all day,” Mia, seeing Shui Miao finally talking to her, felt delighted and sat beside him, whispering, “Do you know what they’re doing here? Hehe, you’ll never guess. I heard that a big shot in Nepal wants to build a huge tourist attraction nearby, so he specially invited Feng Shuishuiqi and even sent a team of special forces to protect him.”

“Do they really need to blast the mountains with bombs to build a tourist site?”

Shui Miao lightly shook his head. “Don’t tell me it’s for building houses.”

“That’s exactly what it’s for! If tourists come, they can’t just sleep on the hillside,” Mia immediately argued without asking how Shui Miao knew about the cave. “I know the terrain around here. This is the only spacious area, but it would be even better if we could dig out some stone houses. From an economic perspective, it’s much more cost-effective to dig caves directly into the mountain than to transport building materials up from the bottom.”

“Then why did they stop the blasting?”

Shui Miao wanted to verify the information he had heard from the old man.

Mia pouted, “Don’t even mention it. It’s all Feng Shuishuiqi’s doing. First he said the terrain was good, then suddenly claimed the explosions would disturb the spirits and forbade further blasting. Now they’re going to carve it out manually instead.”

“Haha…”

Shui Miao gave a faint smile. Sure enough, just as the old man had said, Feng Shuishuiqi was here for the spiritual vein.

Suddenly, a thought struck Shui Miao, making him alert.

Mia quickly translated, and the Indian man only responded with a very brief sentence.

“It’s telepathy.”

Mia curled her lips slightly, seemingly unconvinced by this explanation.

With a layer of translation between their communication, it felt quite unnatural.

Shui Miao gently sighed and said, “Could you please ask him again what he wants from me? Suddenly, I don’t feel like talking much. If he’s free, he can stay and meditate here with me.”

Noticing that the others were staring at him as if he were a monster, their hands still gripping their guns, Shui Miao grew increasingly uncomfortable.

This time, the Indian man didn’t speak. Instead, he looked around, chose a stone, and sat down.

The Indian man’s disciples sat cross-legged around him.

Meanwhile, the Nepalese soldiers dispersed to take up guard duties.

Bored, Mia moved closer to Shui Miao and whispered, “Hey, handsome, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Don’t tell me you’re really a feng shui master?”

Mia wasn’t particularly pretty, but her fair skin and youth made her somewhat charming under the moonlight.

Glancing at Mia, Shui Miao sensed something about her through his intuition. She was an outgoing and cheerful girl from a middle-class family. Fresh out of college, she had studied Hindi and finance. She had taken 100,000 yuan from her family to start a business in India but ended up losing the investment. With no other options, she had to find a job. By chance, she met this Indian feng shui master, who was kind to her, often sharing Buddhist teachings and taking her on trips. She thoroughly enjoyed this job.

Overall, she was a sunny and easygoing girl.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Seeing that Shui Miao hadn’t responded, Mia grew curious.

In her experience, whenever she initiated a conversation with a guy, they would always respond enthusiastically.

Shui Miao shrugged. “The night is beautiful today, and the moon is quite big.”

His implication was that there was nothing else to say.

Mia wasn’t foolish. She immediately made a face at him, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue. “Playing it cool, huh? Guys like you always act aloof. Fine, if you don’t want to chat, I don’t want you as my boyfriend anyway.”

“…”

As if I’ve missed out on something! Shui Miao thought to himself, puzzled. Since Mia had already said that, why was she still leaning against him instead of moving away?

Mia leaned against the stone where Shui Miao was sitting, looked up at the night sky, and murmured to herself, “You know, the moon really is quite round… Hey, don’t you think we two Chinese people meeting here should act a bit friendlier? At the very least, you could drop the cool act.”

“I’m not acting cool; I just don’t feel like talking,” Shui Miao said, glancing at the Indian man. “Mia, the master is meditating. Isn’t it impolite for us to chat like this? There’s nothing else to do, and it’s getting late. You should go back and rest. Staying up late will give you panda eyes.”

“I’m not tired. I slept enough during the day.” Delighted that Shui Miao was willing to talk to her, Mia happily sat down beside him and whispered, “Do you know what they’re doing here? Hehe, I bet you can’t guess. I heard a high-ranking official in Nepal wants to build a huge tourist attraction nearby, so they specially invited Feng Shui Master and even dispatched a special forces team to protect him.”

“Does building a tourist attraction require setting off bombs deep in the mountains?” Shui Miao shook his head gently. “Don’t tell me it’s for constructing buildings.”

“Well, of course, it’s for buildings! If there are no buildings, where will the tourists stay? On the hillside?” Mia didn’t ask how Shui Miao knew about the caves and immediately retorted, “I know the terrain around here. This is the only spacious area, but it would be even better if we could excavate some stone houses. From an economic perspective, transporting construction materials up the mountain to build houses is far less cost-effective than digging cave houses on-site.”

“Then why did they stop blasting?” Shui Miao wanted to verify the information he had heard from the old man.

Mia pouted. “Don’t even mention it. It’s all because of Feng Shui Master. One moment, he says the terrain is good; the next, he claims the explosions will disturb the spirits. He won’t allow any more blasting and insists on switching to manual excavation.”

“Hehe…”

Shui Miao smiled faintly. Just as the old man had said, this Feng Shui Master was clearly after the spiritual ley lines.

Suddenly, Shui Miao’s mind stirred, and he grew alert as several questions occurred to him.

If the Indian man could sense his presence, he must have also sensed him using wind-riding techniques to get here. He knew Shui Miao had special abilities, which was why he was being so polite. But why had he specifically come here to meditate with him? What was he really thinking?

As Shui Miao’s thoughts raced, he immediately tried to sense the Indian man’s intentions.

“What are you laughing at?”

Mia looked at him, baffled.

“Does the Indian man speak Chinese?” Shui Miao multitasked, suddenly suspecting the true purpose behind the Indian man hiring Mia. Spending a lot of money to hire a simple-minded girl who only knew how to joke and have fun, and who wasn’t even pretty, was itself suspicious.

“Yes, a little, but not much. Just a few phrases.” Mia blinked. “Why do you ask?”

“…”

Shui Miao fell silent, wondering to himself, is he trying to hide something?

An Indian man well-versed in Chinese feng shui must be deeply passionate about Chinese culture. How could he have mastered feng shui without being proficient in Chinese? This Indian man might seem ordinary on the surface, but he was highly suspicious.

Through his intuition, Shui Miao suddenly detected an unusual spiritual energy within the Indian man’s body.

This spiritual energy was golden in color.

It blocked Shui Miao’s psychic senses, preventing him from probing the Indian man’s spiritual cultivation.

When Shui Miao tried to force his senses onto this spiritual energy, he faintly heard the sound of Buddhist chanting in his ears!

It was as if thousands of people were reciting scriptures in unison.

What the hell is this?

Shui Miao was astonished, exclaiming inwardly, How can someone cultivate to the point of generating protective Buddhist chants?

Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!

Previously dismissive of the Indian man, Shui Miao now regarded him as a formidable opponent and immediately became fully alert.

“Come take a walk with me!”

After a moment of silence, Shui Miao suddenly spoke and grabbed Mia’s hand.

Shui Miao sensed that the Indian man might be orchestrating a grand scheme. Mia could easily be used by him, perhaps as a hostage to threaten Shui Miao. So, Shui Miao decided to take preemptive action, moving Mia to a safe place as soon as possible.

“Ah! What are you doing?”

Mia jerked her hand away, leaped back, and glared at Shui Miao angrily. “How could you do that? I thought you were a friend, but you’re taking advantage of me? No guy has ever touched my hand before, and you just grabbed it?”

“Are you serious? Have you never shaken hands with anyone before?”

Shui Miao was exasperated, feeling as though he had just grabbed a bomb instead of a hand.

Mia paused for a moment but then argued, “That’s different! You were touching me, not shaking my hand!”

“Whatever. I was holding your hand, not fondling you,” Shui Miao said impatiently. He had meant well, trying to save her, but now he was being treated like a pervert.

Mia continued shouting, “How is that any different?”

“It’s the same as shaking hands!” Shui Miao felt a headache coming on. “Even if I did touch you, what are you going to do about it now?”

“Admitted it! You finally admitted it!”

Mia pointed at Shui Miao, her demeanor suggesting he had just violated her.

At that moment, the Indian man opened his eyes, and his disciples stood up.

The soldiers also turned to look at Shui Miao.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Suddenly, Shui Miao had a flash of insight: If the Indian man could deliberately mask his true intentions, why couldn’t he seize this opportunity to do the same? By adopting a crude demeanor, he could obscure his genuine desire to rescue her, thereby making it easier to accomplish his objective.

With this in mind, Shui Miao grabbed Mia’s hand again, wearing a mischievous grin. “Since you accused me of touching you, I’ll formally shake your hand now and ask for your forgiveness.”

He even deliberately used his other hand to stroke the back of Mia’s hand.

“Ah! Pervert! You big pervert!”

Mia reacted as if she had stepped on a landmine, screaming hysterically and raining down a flurry of punches on Shui Miao.

Damn, this woman is such an actress!

Shui Miao had had enough. Mia seemed carefree and sunny on the surface, so why was she acting like this now? It was just a touch on the hand—was it really such a big deal?

Shui Miao’s mind raced as he reached out with his consciousness to sense the Indian master.

“Why are you smiling?”

Mia looked at Shui Miao, puzzled.

“Does the Indian master speak Chinese?”

Shui Miao multitasked, suddenly doubting the true motive behind Feng Shuishuiqi hiring Mia. Why would he spend so much money to hire a girl who was simple-minded, loved to joke and play, and wasn’t even particularly attractive?

“A little, just a few phrases,” Mia blinked. “Why are you asking?”

“…”

Shui Miao didn’t answer but thought to himself, Could he be hiding something?

An Indian who mastered Chinese Feng Shui must have a deep love for Chinese culture. Without fluency in Chinese, how could he have learned Feng Shui so well? On the surface, this Indian man seemed ordinary, but he was actually quite suspicious.

As Shui Miao extended his consciousness, he suddenly sensed a unique spiritual energy within the Indian master.

This energy was golden in color.

It blocked Shui Miao’s spiritual perception, preventing him from sensing the master’s cultivation level.

When Shui Miao tried to probe deeper, a faint sound of Buddhist chanting echoed in his ears!

It sounded like thousands of people chanting sutras together.

What the hell is going on?

Shui Miao was shocked, inwardly exclaiming. Could a person’s cultivation actually produce protective Buddhist chanting sounds?

Incredible! Absolutely incredible!

Previously not taking the Indian master too seriously, Shui Miao now felt like he was facing a formidable opponent and immediately became fully alert.

“Come with me and let’s walk around a bit!”

After a brief silence, Shui Miao suddenly spoke up and grabbed Mia’s hand.

Shui Miao sensed that the Indian master might have planned something big. Mia might be used by the master as a pawn or even a hostage to threaten him. Therefore, Shui Miao decided to act preemptively, moving Mia to a safe place first.

“Ahh! What are you doing!”

Mia yanked her hand away from Shui Miao, jumping back in shock and glaring at him angrily. “How could you do this? I considered you a friend, yet you take advantage of me? No boy has ever touched my hand before, and now you just grabbed it?”

“Are you kidding me? Haven’t you ever shaken hands with anyone before?”

Shui Miao was slightly overwhelmed, feeling as if he had grabbed a bomb instead of a hand.

Mia hesitated briefly, then argued, “That’s different! That’s shaking hands, not you touching me!”

“Cut the crap! I grabbed your hand, not touched you!” Shui Miao was getting impatient. He was trying to save her, yet she was treating him like a pervert.

“That’s still the same!”

Shui Miao replied, “Exactly! It’s just like shaking hands!” He was getting a headache. “Even if I did touch you slightly, what do you want me to do about it now?”

“There! You finally admitted it!”

Mia pointed her finger at Shui Miao, looking as if she had just been assaulted.

At this moment, the Indian master opened his eyes, and his disciples stood up too.

The soldiers all turned their gazes toward Shui Miao.

The atmosphere became awkward. Suddenly, a thought struck Shui Miao—If Feng Shuishuiqi could deliberately hide his true self, why couldn’t he do the same? Pretending to be vulgar could help conceal his real intention of rescuing her, making it easier to achieve his goal.

With that thought, Shui Miao grabbed Mia’s hand again, smirking mischievously, “Since you say I touched you just now, let me officially shake your hand and ask for your forgiveness.”

He even deliberately ran his other hand across the back of her hand.

“Ahh! Pervert! You big pervert!”

Mia seemed to have suddenly stepped on a landmine, shrieking hysterically. She clenched her fists and started pounding Shui Miao with a flurry of punches.

What the hell is wrong with this woman?

Shui Miao couldn’t stand it anymore. Mia had seemed so outgoing and cheerful on the surface, but now she was acting like this? Just because he touched her hand—was it really that big of a deal!?