CHAPTER 738: CHAPTER 372 THE ZODIAC OMINOUS DAY_2

Zhang Changhuai looked at the old man with a half-smile and spoke lightly.

"Moreover, when I was abroad, I never saw them care about auspicious dates. Does a nation’s fate depend not on its own efforts but on some so-called lucky days from a calendar?

If it were so simple, why would people work hard? They could just walk the world with a calendar in hand and all benefits would naturally come their way. Don’t you think so?"

The master knew that Zhang Changhuai didn’t believe in this at all, yet he dared to fiddle with this so-called metaphysical book in front of him, clearly looking for trouble.

The master was rendered speechless.

Divining fortunes and misfortunes is already a highly mysterious path.

Whether he predicts accurately or not, the other party has to listen; otherwise, how can one verify its truth or falsehood?

Zhang Songqiao was willing to listen because he was already at a dead end back then, with no other choice but to follow his words.

But Zhang Changhuai, born with silver spoon in his mouth, inherited immense wealth.

He had countless resources at hand and could clearly choose his own path, so why should he listen to him?

Thinking this through, the master no longer felt entangled, sighed gently, and turned to walk outside.

Just as he stepped outside, shouts echoed in the courtyard.

Zhang Songqiao’s name resounded within and outside the family, and at the same time, the Jade Volume was placed on the altar.

This book made of jade would be revered by the family for centuries to come.

As long as the Zhang Family exists, or even if the surname changes, as long as their bloodline continues, someone will always offer their reverence.

"Old Sir, is this the Zhang Family residence?"

As the master was filled with sentiment, a voice suddenly came to his ears.

He turned around to see a young man standing by the wall of the Zhang family estate, not knowing when he appeared.

The young man stood in the shadow of a stone lion, his face filled with indifference, seemingly exuding an infinite killing intent.

Just one glance at him made the master break out in a cold sweat, nearly fainting.

He quickly looked again, but the young man had already returned to tranquility.

One moment extreme, the next ordinary.

Just two glances brought entirely different feelings.

With a sudden change in expression, the master deeply looked at the young man and cautiously spoke:

"Young man, what brings you to the Zhang family?"

"The Zhang family did something against me, so I have come to seek justice."

Lin Beichen said leisurely, patting the stone lion in front of the Zhang family gate.

"A relative of mine was schemed against by the Zhang family and is now in critical condition, while the Zhang family is here holding a grand feast in celebration. Do you think I shouldn’t seek revenge?"

For some reason, the master’s lips seemed to tremble slightly.

It was as if there was a voice in his mind desperately reminding him not to provoke this person or he would be doomed.

The master licked his cracked lips and said hoarsely:

"Young man, most things in this world are unclear, grudges and grievances never have an end. If you are willing to listen to an old man’s advice, put down this hatred and talk it over with the Zhang family.

I would be willing to mediate for you, create some good karma, what do you think?"

While speaking, the master frequently glanced backward, shouting in his heart.

"Zhang Songqiao, it’s already critical, why aren’t you coming out?"

Twenty years ago, Zhang Songqiao was a very cautious person, thinking thrice before doing anything, but decades of success had seemingly made him float to the heavens, no longer cautious.

Although his formidable enemies were dead, they were not defeated by his hard power but by so-called tricks and plots.

This victory seemed easy but despicable, hardly worth mentioning.

In his view, Zhang Songqiao’s name in the Jade Volume was simply self-aggrandizement, inviting ridicule.

"Old sir, I appreciate your good intentions, but in this world, the principle is fairness.

The Zhang family feels proud and powerful, so they bully us small households without a care. They invited trouble themselves; why should you shield them from the storm?"

Lin Beichen spoke calmly, patted the stone lion, and walked inside.

The master quickly reached out, trying to grab Lin Beichen.

But at that moment, the sky suddenly became overcast, with black clouds spreading, Thunder Serpents stirring, and rain pouring down.

The master was caught off guard by the rain, falling to the ground covered in water. He quickly got up, leaning on the stone lion for support, trying to grab again.

But at that moment, he felt the stone loosen under his hand, and this grand stone lion shattered into countless pieces with just a light touch.

The dust settled on the ground, quickly washed away by the rain.

In front of the Zhang family’s ancestral home, the two stone lions, each five meters high and weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

Yet these majestic creatures shattered completely with just one slap from the young man.

Every cell in his body screamed in terror.

The master gasped, looking at Lin Beichen’s back in horror.

Who is this young man, whose power is so terrifying?

"It’s raining heavily, quickly set up the canopies, don’t let the rain disturb the altar."

In the Zhang family courtyard, the servants shouted in panic.

As they spoke, numerous family members rushed out from all corners of the courtyard, holding various canopies and setting up outdoor tents several meters high.

On the altar, a massive canopy tens of meters wide was already in place, under which Zhang Songqiao stood proudly with an arrogant look on his face.

"Patriarch, this rain is too heavy and sudden. I think the sacrifice cannot proceed today."

A clansman approached the altar and said loudly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Songqiao showed no fear but said coldly:

"I, Zhang Songqiao, have come so far alone, with the courage to forge ahead!

Your conditions today are a hundred, thousand times better than mine back then. It’s just a downpour, and you can’t come up with a solution?"

The clansman felt immense pressure facing Zhang Songqiao and didn’t know how to speak.

Zhang Songqiao looked at him coldly, a trace of chill flashing in his eyes.

"Say what you want. Our Zhang family is one of Huadu’s two great families. Even if the Xu family were here, they are nothing to fear!

What, don’t you even have the courage to speak?"

The man was so frightened that he trembled, but Zhang Songqiao’s provocation instilled some bravery in him, and he loudly said:

"Patriarch, a mere downpour is nothing. I will gather the manpower and proceed as planned!"

The 30-day banquet will go on without a hitch, and not a single member of the family will be drenched."

Hearing this, Zhang Songqiao laughed heartily, stepping down from the altar, patting the man’s shoulder with admiration.

"This is my clansman. With this bravery, you will stand out in the future. Do as you plan, even with unforeseen circumstances, I will give you a chance!"

The clansman nodded excitedly, left with his head high, feeling that even the world’s dangers were nothing to fear.

But just as he left, he didn’t notice the hint of surprise in Zhang Songqiao’s eyes.

The direction in which the man left was precisely towards the villa gate.

And under the relentless pouring rain, there stood a man at the gate, looking coldly at him.

The gate to the Zhang family estate was several hundred meters in a straight line from the altar.

The man stood at a distance, yet the chill in his eyes pierced through space, making Zhang Songqiao feel an utter chill.

Who is this person?

Why is his killing intent so strong?

"Zhang Songqiao, I heard today is a day of great joy for your Zhang family?"

Just as Zhang Songqiao was in shock, the man’s voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

At the same time, a thunderbolt struck down to the ground.

The once bold clansman, who thought he could face the world’s dangers, suddenly knelt down, wetting his pants.

The lightning struck near his feet, barely a meter away.

The might of heaven revealed before his eyes, the terrifying destructive power displayed vividly, instantly shattering any courage he had left.