Mortal Dawn and Dusk, My Eternal Life - Chapter 7

Huang Baiwan was stunned, looking at the surprisingly young Su Mingyue!

He had imagined this “expert” countless times, perhaps an old Daoist with an ethereal demeanor, or a kind-faced old nun, but he had never expected it to be such an excessively young girl!

This… this was clearly an inexperienced young girl! Did she really possess such great abilities?

For a moment, Huang Baiwan’s doubts resurfaced.

But thinking of his daughter’s precarious situation, he could only force down his suspicion, adopting a “last resort” mentality. He cupped his hands and said, “Daoist Su, you… you’re finally willing to show yourself!

I beg you, please save my humble daughter! As long as you can cure Yingying’s illness, I, Huang, am willing to give all my family’s wealth to repay your great kindness!”

Su Mingyue slowly descended the stairs, her gaze calmly sweeping over Huang Baiwan, finally resting on Huang Mingyuan behind him.

Huang Mingyuan at this moment was also a mixture of astonishment and disdain.

He scrutinized Su Mingyue from head to toe, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

This young girl, who looked a few years younger than himself, dared to call herself a “Daoist”? And to speak of “wide implications” and “time not yet ripe” was simply nonsense, playing tricks!

“Hmph!” Huang Mingyuan scoffed, stepping forward to block Huang Baiwan, and spoke to Su Mingyue in a condescending tone:

“I say, young lady… why don’t you stay at home instead of running out here pretending to be a divine being and swindling people? Don’t you feel ashamed?

My sister’s illness will be treated by Western doctors; there’s no need for a charlatan like you to interfere! I advise you to quickly put away your deceptive tricks, lest you bring shame upon yourself!”

He spoke without any courtesy, his words filled with insult and provocation towards Su Mingyue.

Upon hearing this, a faint, almost imperceptible glint of coldness flashed in Su Mingyue’s eyes.

She cursed inwardly: I’ve lived for tens of thousands of years, and I’ve seen more emperors, generals, demons, and monsters than you’ve eaten rice! You wet-behind-the-ears brat, how dare you spout such nonsense in front of me?

If it weren’t for her consideration of the karma of Wushui Town, she would have slapped this ignorant boy flying with one palm.

The reason she had stayed indoors these past few days was not entirely out of annoyance.

More importantly, she had previously done a divination and calculated that Huang Yingying’s trouble was likely related to an ominous aura deep within Wushui Town’s ley lines.

If this aura were disturbed, it could cause an even greater disaster.

She needed to wait for the optimal time, a moment when yin and yang alternated and the malevolent qi was at its weakest, to solve Huang Yingying’s problem without disturbing the ley line’s malevolent qi.

And that time was just a few days away.

These matters, she naturally wouldn’t explain to the Huang family.

Su Mingyue’s expression remained unchanged; she merely glanced indifferently at Huang Mingyuan, her voice still clear and cold:

“Your esteemed father, in his eagerness to seek medical help, still knows etiquette. You, young man, are indeed eloquent, but unfortunately, your words invite trouble. When you left home today, you seem to have forgotten to check the almanac.”

After speaking, she didn’t wait for the Huang family’s reaction, turned, and walked directly upstairs, not sparing them another glance.

“You… what do you mean!”

Huang Mingyuan was bewildered by Su Mingyue’s remark about “forgetting to check the almanac,” and seeing her so impolite, he instantly flared up in anger, wanting to say more, but was pulled back by Huang Baiwan.

“Mingyuan, that’s enough!” Huang Baiwan’s face was ashen. Although he also felt Su Mingyue was too young, her calm and collected demeanor, as well as her cryptic words, made him feel subtly uneasy.

“Father! You’re just going to let her be so arrogant? She’s clearly talking nonsense!” Huang Mingyuan stomped his foot in anger.

“Daoist Su… Daoist Su…” Huang Baiwan still wanted to plead further, but Su Mingyue’s figure had already disappeared around the staircase corner.

The plump auntie sighed and stepped forward, saying to Huang Baiwan, “Old Master Huang, you’ve seen it yourself. Miss Su… she’s just like that. You should… you should just go back for now. Perhaps… perhaps in a few days, when she’s in a better mood, she’ll be willing to help?”

Huang Baiwan stood there distraught, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.

Just then, outside the inn, there was a sudden whinny of horses and shouts of alarm from the household guards!

“Ouch!”

“Young Master! Young Master, are you alright!”

Huang Mingyuan, who had been standing at the inn’s entrance with an indignant expression, suddenly, for some unknown reason, slipped. His entire body lost balance, and he fell straight backward!

Behind him was a puddle of rainwater and mud. He fell head over heels, splashing mud everywhere, instantly turning into a mud monkey!

Even worse, when he fell, his head seemed to have hit a protruding stone by the roadside. Although it didn’t bleed, it pained him so much that he grimaced, sucking in cold air, his face alternating between green and white, both embarrassed and enraged.

He had been standing perfectly fine just now, how could he have suddenly slipped?

And to fall so coincidentally, so wretchedly!

Huang Baiwan looked at his son’s appearance, then recalled Su Mingyue’s words: “When you left home today, you seem to have forgotten to check the almanac.” His heart suddenly trembled, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

Could it be… could this really be a coincidence?

Or could it be… that Daoist Su truly possessed the ability to foretell the future and make things happen with her words?

The more he thought, the more startled he became. He no longer dared to show the slightest negligence and quickly said to his butler: “Uncle Zhong, quickly! Let’s go back first! We’ll visit Daoist Su again in a few days!”

His initial suspicion of Su Mingyue had now turned into a hint of reverence.

Although Huang Mingyuan was shaken and bruised, he also vaguely felt that something was amiss. He had clearly felt his footing was stable just now, so how could he have suddenly slipped?

Moreover, what Su Mingyue said was too coincidental, wasn’t it?

He looked at the tightly closed window on the second floor of the Yuelai Inn, his eyes filled with shock, bewilderment, and a barely perceptible hint of fear.

The group left the Yuelai Inn in utter disarray.

On the second floor of the inn, Su Mingyue stood by the window, quietly watching the Huang family’s carriages disappear into the rain curtain.

A faint arc curved on her lips.

A small punishment for a great warning, she hoped that ignorant boy would learn his lesson.

As for the Huang family’s matter, there was no hurry.

The “time” she was waiting for would arrive very soon.

And this “rain” in Wushui Town, she feared, had only just begun.