His friend, sensing Reckless Young Master Jin’s driving speed, looked at him speechlessly. "Seriously, do you have to drive this slow?"
"Relax, safety first!"
Reckless Young Master Jin continued to drive at a leisurely pace, feeling unusually calm.
But as he was driving along, a Wuling Hongguang ca around a corner and, with a WHOOSH, overtook his sports car.
Getting overtaken was one thing, but the other driver deliberately gave him a provocative thumbs-up, then sharply jerked it downward—a clear gesture of contempt.
Reckless Young Master Jin’s car was worth 98.44 million yuan. Instead of enjoying the prestige that ca with driving it, he was being mocked by a beat-up Wuling Hongguang!
How could he let that slide?
He roared, "Fuck you, you son of a bitch! If you’ve got the balls, don’t you run!"
With that, he slamd the gas pedal to the floor, his speed instantly rocketing past a hundred. Shen Zhiyao’s advice was the furthest thing from his mind.
Little did he know that as he ran three consecutive red lights, the bamboo stick in his pocket was quietly turning yellow.
By the ti he blew through the ninth red light, an electric scooter suddenly shot out into the intersection.
It was too late for Reckless Young Master Jin to slow down. In a panic, he yanked the steering wheel, lost control of the car, and crashed head-on into a heavy-duty truck on the side of the road.
The next morning, Kang Naixin heard the news of Jin Fan’s accident and imdiately rushed over.
It wasn’t that she was particularly concerned about Jin Fan; she had heard that Mrs. Jin had rushed back overnight.
Her secure position as the top star at Yuanqi Entertainnt all these years was entirely thanks to her aunt, Mrs. Jin, so she naturally didn’t dare to slight her.
As soon as she reached the intensive care unit, Kang Naixin saw Mrs. Jin.
The woman wore a white designer dress, her hair was done up in an impeccable bun, and her makeup was flawless. Though she was forty-nine, she looked as if she were in her twenties.
"Auntie!" Kang Naixin hurried forward, asking with feigned anxiety, "How is Jin Fan? Is he okay? How could he get into a car accident out of the blue? How could he be so careless?"
At the ntion of Jin Fan, a pained expression flashed across Mrs. Jin’s face. "That little brat! Where were his eyes when he was driving? I warned him over and over to be careful, to watch the road, and not to get worked up over strangers! But he just let my words go in one ear and out the other. He actually got into a street race! And now..."
She sighed in resignation. "The doctors say he’s out of imdiate danger, but the brain damage is severe, and he has several fractured vertebrae. Whether or not he’ll ever wake up... that’s up to fate."
"What?" Kang Naixin hadn’t expected Jin Fan to be so badly injured.
"Mr. Cai read his fortune before and said he would face a great disaster during his zodiac year. I warned him again and again to be careful when he went out, and he promised he would be."
"Just the other day, he told so master had given him a peace charm and that I shouldn’t worry. Who knew it would still turn out like this!"
Mrs. Jin wiped a tear from her eye. Despite her sorrow, as a powerful businesswoman seasoned in the corporate world, she quickly composed herself.
A thought struck Kang Naixin. The "master" Jin Fan had ntioned was almost certainly Shen Zhiyao.
"Auntie, that ’master’ Jin Fan was talking about is just a charlatan! She’s been swindling people on Douyin Live Stream, and the only reason she has any popularity is because Jin Fan was propping her up."
"I kept telling Jin Fan not to get mixed up with a fraud like that, especially a woman who scams people out of money under the guise of fortune-telling and exorcism."
"But not only did he refuse to listen, he even had a huge fight with over it."
"My cousin said that master gave him an Amulet. If you ask , it was that useless Amulet that made him so reckless! It’s why he dared to street race and ended up like this!"
Her embellished slanders successfully enraged Mrs. Jin. "A re strear dares to bring harm to my son?"
Kang Naixin quickly jumped in. "But Jin Fan completely fell for her act! He once tipped her 1,314 Carnivals in one go—that’s over two million yuan! She’s just a scamr who makes money from livestreams, and that idiot Jin Fan still defended her. Auntie, a woman like her is a nace. You should have her live account banned. Let’s see how she cons people then!"
Mrs. Jin said furiously, "She dares to scam my son? I won’t let her stay on Douyin! I’ll have her channel banned right now. Once Jin Fan’s condition stabilizes, I’ll deal with her... slowly."
Kang Naixin was secretly overjoyed.
She had been worrying about how to deal with Shen Zhiyao, but Jin Fan’s car crash provided the perfect opportunity to divert the trouble onto soone else.
’Even if Jin Fan wakes up, he’ll probably be in a vegetative state. Without his protection, let’s see how Shen Zhiyao survives on Douyin!’
Shen Zhiyao’s life was very routine: livestreaming at night, ditating and cultivating during the day.
Her channel’s followers had grown to 700,000. She was gaining them at a rapid pace, and her number of concurrent viewers was always stable.
Boosted by her fans’ Belief Power, her Cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds. She had now reached the Qi Refining Seventh Rank.
The Qi Refining Seventh Rank might not be much in the Cultivation World, but in this era of scarce Spiritual Power, it was a remarkable achievent.
The most imdiate benefit was that not only was her Cultivation steadily increasing, but she had also beco immune to all illnesses.
The realms of cultivation beyond this were Foundation Establishnt, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Divinity Transformation, Integration, and Mahayana.
Once one’s Cultivation reached the Mahayana Realm, their lifespan could exceed a thousand years, with even the possibility of Ascension to immortality.
The day passed quickly, and Shen Zhiyao started her livestream on schedule.
Usually, Reckless Young Master Jin was the first to show up the mont she went live, but he was absent today.
Shen Zhiyao didn’t think much of it and quickly connected with her first viewer of the night.
The woman on screen was around forty years old and dressed respectably, but her face was haggard. Her screen na was "Li Ruonan."
Shen Zhiyao began, "You’re here to ask about your daughter?"
Li Ruonan’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, I am! About my daughter! You really are a true master. Can my daughter still be saved?"
The viewers in the chat were all curious about what had happened to Li Ruonan’s daughter.
Shen Zhiyao looked at her as well. "Tell about your daughter’s situation in detail."
"My daughter is a freshman in high school. Not long after she ca ho from the National Day holiday last month, she started complaining about headaches and feeling unwell. It beca hard to wake her up, and she couldn’t even go to school. We took her for a checkup, but the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong."
At first, Li Ruonan thought her daughter was just exhausted from her studies, so she let her take three weeks off from school, thinking she would get better with so rest.
But her daughter’s behavior only grew stranger. During the day, she would stare blankly out the window, sotis bursting into sudden laughter. She even cut her own arms with a knife on multiple occasions. At other tis, she wouldn’t sleep, instead standing outside in the rain until a family mber found her in the morning.
She developed growths on her body that resembled rotting flesh, and she tried to cut off her own ears with a knife several tis, thankfully stopped by her family just in ti.
Lately, she refuses to eat proper als, insisting instead on eating the ash from ritual incense, stuffing handfuls of it into her mouth.
The family initially thought she was having ntal health issues, but whenever they took her to the hospital, she would act completely normal, and all her evaluations ca back clean.
It’s gotten worse these past few days. We can’t wake her up at all, she’s constantly running a fever, and her body is frighteningly hot to the touch.
She’s bedridden during the day, but at night she roams the house like a ghost, doing the most bizarre things.
Li Ruonan’s voice trembled. "Strear, is my daughter possessed?"
Shen Zhiyao asked, "Is your daughter at ho right now?"
"Yes, she’s right here at ho!"
As she spoke, Li Ruonan grabbed her phone, ran to her daughter’s bedroom door, and panned the cara around the room.
The daughter’s bedroom was large, with its own private bathroom and walk-in closet. It was decorated in a warm, comfortable style, clearly indicating the family was well-off.
But when the cara focused on the girl on the bed, everyone watching the livestream gasped.
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