78: Chapter 78 Feng Shui Meets Science

On the Eight Immortals table in the first-floor lobby, a wide sheepskin blueprint was spread out.

The early autumn sunlight slanted across the threshold, casting mottled light and shadow on the surface of the blueprint.

Lin Ye held a carbon pen in his hand, rapidly sketching lines on the paper surface.

With over 100 million in his account, this dilapidated Funeral Shop welcomed an opportunity for a complete renovation.

"The foundation left by the old man back then is quite good; the Four Waters Returning to the Hall layout cannot be changed. The front hall is responsible for welcoming guests and blocking evil spirits, so it must be widened."

Lin Ye's pen tip drew a circle at the front of the blueprint.

"As for the courtyard at the back, the ley lines are suppressed underneath it. I plan to dig ten meters down and build a fully sealed basement using obsidian and lightning-struck wood. Coupled with the Mysterious Grade Yin-Gathering Formation Map, that place will be forged into an excellent quiet room for cultivation."

Fatty Wang sat opposite him with his legs crossed, biting on a limited-edition cigar in his mouth.

He exhaled smoke and nodded repeatedly, "Ye-zi, money is not a problem; the basement can be dug as deep as you want. How should the living area on the second floor be handled?"

Lin Ye moved his pen tip upward, outlining two huge areas in the space representing the second floor.

"Open up the entire second floor and tear down those getting-in-the-way partitions."

Lin Ye did not even raise his head.

"Expand the master bedroom area by three times, leaving enough space in the center for that three-meter-wide bed. Raise the area by the window next to it by half a meter to make a tatami bay window, and leave all the remaining space for the bathroom and cloakroom."

A faint sound of clothing friction came from his side.

Leng Yue was wearing a plain black slim-fit cheongsam, with a few dark red manjusaka embroidered on the collar.

The cheongsam clung tightly to her curvaceous and exquisite body, and the slit revealed a section of lower leg as fair as frost and snow.

She leaned slightly, and her gaze fell on the blueprint.

A burst of cold fragrance belonging exclusively to her manjusaka immediately drilled into Lin Ye's nasal cavity.

"Husband, the design of the bathroom needs some changes."

Leng Yue's voice was cool and aloof, carrying a hint of the softness and tact of Wu dialect.

She stretched out her fair index finger and pointed at the corner of the bathroom on the blueprint.

Her fingertips exuded a slightly cool touch, inadvertently brushing against the back of Lin Ye's hand that was holding the pen.

"This concubine is not used to those Western-style tiled bathtubs. Leave an open space two zhang in radius here, find fine golden Phoebe wood, and make a large round-bottomed wooden barrel that can accommodate three people. A miniature heat-gathering fire array must be engraved at the bottom of the wooden barrel to facilitate daily medicinal baths."

Lin Ye turned his head, the distance between the two extremely close.

Leng Yue's long silver eyelashes were close at hand, and a hint of covert romantic affection was hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Lin Ye recalled the enchanting scene of bathing together across the screen that night, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, and a surge of restlessness rose in his lower abdomen.

"As you wish."

Lin Ye's voice was slightly hoarse, and the carbon pen in his hand heavily circled that area on the blueprint.

"Phoebe wood barrel, engraved fire array, money is enough, and the materials must be of the top-tier configuration."

Frost Star poked half her body out of the freezer of the double-door large refrigerator, with a few pieces of frost hanging on her silver-blue twin tails.

The little girl was holding half a watermelon in her hands, digging into it with big mouthfuls.

"Brother-in-law! Where is my room? I want an ice cellar one hundred times colder than this big iron box! It needs to be hung full of nice-looking bones inside!"

She waved her spoon and protested loudly.

"I'll open a separate room next to the underground quiet room for you. By then, the surroundings will be completely covered with deep-sea dark ice stones, guaranteed to make your teeth chatter from the cold." Lin Ye arranged it properly without turning his head.

The blueprint began to take shape.

Fatty Wang stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray, took out his phone, and checked the time.

"Ye-zi, we have the blueprint, but the construction team and designer must also keep up. I also used my connections to contact Jiangzhou's most famous [Tianzhu Design Institute]."

"Their chief architect, Su Qinghan, is a top talent who has won international awards. Calculating the time, she should be arriving soon."

As soon as the voice fell, a crisp and neat sound of high heels clicking came from outside the door.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The glass door of the Funeral Shop was pushed open.

A young woman wearing a neatly tailored white women's suit and shoulder-length short hair walked in with large strides.

A pair of silver-rimmed glasses was perched on the bridge of her nose. Her face was pretty, and her temperament exuded the sharpness and cold arrogance of a workplace career woman.

She was carrying a silver metal briefcase in her hand, and her gaze quickly swept across the brightly colored paper figurines tied in the lobby, her delicate eyebrows instantly knitting together tightly.

"Mr. Wang?"

Su Qinghan looked directly at Fatty Wang, her tone all business.

"I am Su Qinghan. The time for surveying the site is only one hour. My design fee starts at 3,000 per square meter; I hope your budget is sufficient."

Fatty Wang quickly stood up and pointed at Lin Ye:

"Master Designer Su, this is the boss who pays the money. Lin Ye."

Su Qinghan turned to look at Lin Ye, her gaze lingering on Lin Ye's casual workwear outfit for two seconds, a trace of contempt flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Afterwards, she saw Leng Yue standing beside Lin Ye.

As women, Su Qinghan had always been conceited about her beauty and temperament.

Facing Leng Yue's world-shocking, cold yet stunning face, and that natural aura of a superior.

A sense of inferiority and frustration unexpectedly arose deep in her heart.

Su Qinghan forcefully suppressed the discomfort in her heart, opened the metal briefcase in her hand, and took out a high-precision infrared laser rangefinder.

"Mr. Lin, I have seen the exterior of this old house. It is a typical 1980s brick-wood structure with extremely poor ventilation and a lighting rate of almost zero."

While projecting infrared light spots on the wall, Su Qinghan started a machine-gun-like burst of professional output:

"My initial suggestion is to smash down the load-bearing wall in the back courtyard, thoroughly open up that enclosed patio, and introduce a large amount of natural light sources."

"These wooden pillars in the front hall must be replaced with steel structures. The design language of the entire building should move toward a minimalist industrial style, discarding these meaningless superstitious ornaments."

She pointed at a corner of the ceiling with the rangefinder:

"In addition, the crossbeams on the second floor are seriously decayed, and the load-bearing structure is a complete mess. If you insist on retaining the original layout, it will definitely collapse within three years. This is the result of not believing in science."

Lin Ye sat in the chair, listening quietly to her finish.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, a sneering cold light welling up in the depths of his eyes.

"Smash down the courtyard patio? Open up the load-bearing wall?"

Lin Ye put down the teacup, his voice cold and deep.

"Master Designer Su, when you draw this blueprint, is it for living people to stay in, or dead people?"

Su Qinghan's expression changed, and anger flashed in her eyes:

"Mr. Lin, please respect my profession. Modern architecture emphasizes space utilization and ergonomics. Your old house is dark, damp, and breeds bacteria—that is the place where dead people live!"

"Profession?"

Lin Ye stood up and pointed at the load-bearing wall pointed out by Su Qinghan.

"That wall of mine stands in the Kan position directly to the north, and the courtyard patio corresponds to the yin-leakage mouth of the ley lines. This is called the 'Black Tortoise Rejects Corpses' formation."

He pressed forward two steps, and the invisible aura emitted by the Pure Yang Dao Body firmly suppressed the other party's arrogant momentum.

"If you smash that wall with a hammer, the subterranean yin-evil Qi will lose its obstruction and flood back into the front hall. Not to mention this shop, the living people in the entire Taiping Old Street will suffer from Yang Qi exhaustion and die suddenly within half a month. You want to talk science with me? Can your science stop evil Qi from soul-snatching?!"

Su Qinghan was shocked back repeatedly by Lin Ye's aura, her back slamming against the glass counter.

"Absurd! Utter nonsense!"

She gritted her teeth in retort, stubbornly holding onto the bottom line of materialism.

"What evil Qi is there in this world! It's all just tricks used by charlatans like you to amass wealth!"

"So what? Did I cheat you?"

"It's not like we aren't paying you. If you don't want to take the job, you can leave at any time; you aren't the only designer."

Lin Ye stopped his footsteps. Since the other party didn't give him a pleasant expression, he didn't need to respect the other party either.

"Also..."

Lin Ye did not argue with her anymore.

Secretly running the Pure Yang True Qi to gather in his eyes, the Qi-watching technique was immediately activated.

His vision pierced through appearances, going straight to the source.

Lin Ye's gaze landed on Su Qinghan's snow-white back of the neck.

A ball of black-gray resentment was tightly entrenched at her cervical vertebrae.

The resentment condensed into a phantom of a black centipede covered in a hundred feet.

The centipede's mouthparts bit tightly into her Dazhui acupoint.

Strands of fine black lines spread downward along her spine, frantically sucking away the vitality of the living person inside her body.

Hundred-Foot Soul-Devouring Fiend!

This woman must have recently gone to some extremely perilous and ominous place, having been cast a death curse by an evil spirit.

Brilliance circulated in front of his retina, and the system's mechanical voice popped up crisply in his mind.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected that the hard-mouthed architect is afflicted with a death curse from an evil cultivator. Materialistic faith is tottering. Please host make a decision on the response strategy within three minutes, and give this modern elite an unforgettable public lecture on metaphysics!"

The light screen unfolded, clearly listing three options:

[Option A: Watch with folded arms — Let out three cold laughs, wave your hand to see the guest out, and shout, "If you don't believe in metaphysics, go back and wait for death."]

[Reward: Heart of Stone Medal. Consequence: Su Qinghan will die suddenly on the street three days later, you will lose a top designer, and the renovation plan of the Funeral Shop will be forced to stall.]

[Option B: Beg for thighs — Put away your majesty, beg her bitterly to stay and design, and promise to help her exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases for free.]

[Reward: Good Person Card. Consequence: The other party regards you as a charlatan with ulterior motives, not only refusing to cooperate, but also reporting you to the Administration for Industry and Commerce for practicing medicine illegally. Aura shattered to pieces.]

[Option C: A blow to the head, subduing the fiend with martial force — Without any nonsense, directly point out her recent near-death symptoms, and take advantage of the outbreak of the death curse to strongly suppress it with Pure Yang thunder fire! Completely reshape her worldview in the Yang fire!]

[Reward: Husband points +300, acquire the Mysterious Grade [Guide Bee] magical instrument, waive tens of millions in design fees.]