The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 139 - 137: Lord, You Are About to Die (Part 1)

Chapter 139: Chapter 137: Lord, You Are About to Die (Part 1)

The car drove along the long street and stopped in front of the Lord’s palace, a white palace with distinctive local characteristics.

The palace gate was heavily guarded, with tall palm trees and coconut trees tastefully arranged within the palace courtyard.

The lawn was neatly trimmed, and the fountain danced before the white marble sculptures, with the light sprays refracting the brilliant sunlight.

The interior of the palace was mainly decorated in bright yellow and white, featuring towering pillars and exquisite statues, conveying grandeur and opulence with a touch of luxury.

Jiapeng led Yun Qi and Yun Kuang inside.

The Royal Butler quickly approached, "Please follow me. The Lord just finished a meeting."

The butler led them into the inner court, where the Lord was leisurely sitting in a chair, adorned with various jewels on his white hat and wearing jewelry rings, with a small mustache, slightly tanned skin, and large, bright eyes typical of the local appearance.

Yun Kuang tightened his grip on Yun Qi’s hand, "Qi, don’t be nervous."

Yun Qi looked up, her expression quite innocent.

"Qi is not nervous—so can big brother please stop shaking?"

Yun Kuang awkwardly pulled his mouth into a smile and bowed slightly to the Lord, trying hard to remain calm and composed, "Hello, Lord, my name is Yun Kuang, Yun Qiucheng is my father."

The Lord’s eyebrows immediately furrowed as he stood up displeased:

"Is this the person sent by the Yun Family, a yellow-haired lad and a wet-behind-the-ears girl? Is your Yun Family too arrogant, completely disregarding us on Langqi Island?!"

The harsh rebuke startled Yun Kuang, reminding him that his father was imprisoned by him, and his temper flared up, undaunted he said:

"Does the Lord regard our Mysticism sect on the mainland with any respect? My father is your esteemed guest whom you invited at a high price, yet you imprisoned him now. Though esteemed as you are, Your Lordship, aren’t you afraid of causing international disputes by abusing private laws against foreign guests in such a manner?"

"Who gave you the courage to speak to me like this!" The Lord shouted angrily, striding toward Yun Kuang, his burly figure and powerful aura making him look like a raging beast.

Yun Kuang, already putting on a brave front but lacking inner strength, was almost weak in the knees from the Lord’s shout.

Suddenly, a pink Little Dumpling rushed in front of him, pulling its small hand backward as if to say, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you."

Yun Kuang wanted to cry—

Qi, please cover!

The Lord saw a child standing in front of him, squinted his deep eyes disdainfully, and said;

"Get lost, kid, or don’t blame me for being rude."

"How would you be rude?" Yun Qi also squinted her eyes, putting her small hands away, seriously asking like a little adult: "First, you used private laws to imprison a world-famous architect, and now you want to rough up a child. If this gets out, I wonder who would still dare to visit your Langqi Island!"

The Lord had always wielded power on the island, and it was the first time he had been confronted like this.

Fortunately, he was not stupid, and he realized that Yun Qi was right.

As an island country primarily dependent on tourism, reputation is extremely important. He immediately snorted coldly:

"Little girl, you sure are sharp-tongued. Then let me ask you, since you claim to be from a Mysticism sect, if you are all bluster with no real skills, can I appropriately punish you?"

"Of course, but since you don’t understand Mysticism, how do you know we are bluffing? Maybe it’s all just a misunderstanding."

"Hmph, first Yun Qiucheng, now you, little girl, with your slick talk, in reality, you’re clueless frauds. Since you’re so articulate, then why don’t you tell me my upcoming Qi Fortune trend on the spot?"

"Sure, but remember, you asked Qi to say, so you can’t be upset afterward."

The Lord snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows dismissively, clearly skeptical of what she could say.

Yun Qi squinted her eyes, looked the Lord up and down, blinked her clear eyes, and from his angle, there seemed to be stars visible in her eyes.

"Lord, we agreed first, no getting angry, right."

The Lord snorted coldly, "Still bluffing, I think you can’t see anything at all."

"Of course, I can see. To be honest, as soon as I walked in, I saw a deathly aura on your face..."

"You’re talking nonsense!" the Lord interrupted her, his brows laden with thunderous wrath, like a lion on the brink of rampage.

Yun Qi was not afraid at all and spoke clearly and articulately, "I’m not talking nonsense. The Lord’s face is ashen, the glabella, nose tip, and both cheeks are black, a cyan-grey aura runs down from the hairline straight to the glabella, and ears are adorned with paper money—typical features of someone about to die, maybe in two or three days."

The hall became extremely quiet for a moment, almost able to hear people breathing.

The guards on both sides, as well as the Royal Butler, subconsciously straightened their postures, ready at any moment to follow the Lord’s command and seize this talking nonsense little girl.

After a long silence and stalemate, the Lord’s anger surprisingly subsided by itself, he looked deeply at Yun Qi, then turned and instructed the butler:

"Find them a room to stay in, right here in the palace, they cannot go elsewhere."

The Royal Butler, puzzled, babbled something in the local language.

Although Yun Qi and Yun Kuang didn’t understand, from the butler’s expressions and movements, it was clear he was persuading the Lord to punish them.

"Such a troublemaker!" Yun Kuang swore under his breath.

After the butler finished speaking, the Lord pressed his hand downwards, indicating he needn’t say any more.

Helpless, the butler could only take Yun Kuang and Yun Qi to arrange accommodations for them.

On the way, Yun Qi tiptoed and whispered to Yun Kuang, "It’s a good thing this Lord isn’t a muddleheaded fool, so he won’t die now."

"Qi, was everything you said just now true, not just to scare him?"

"Of course, Qi doesn’t like scaring people."

***

That night, Yun Kuang and Yun Qi stayed in the palace. Due to the Lord’s specific instructions, they received good treatment.

After dinner, Yun Kuang took Yun Qi to see Yun Qiucheng, who was also in the palace, temporarily confined to his room.

It was Yun Qi’s first time meeting her uncle.

The Yun Family all had handsome looks passed down through generations, and even though Yun Qiucheng had encountered many vexing issues recently, his spirits were low, it did not affect the handsomeness of his features.

Besides being handsome, his face seemed more honest and sincere, clearly just a middle-aged man who was well-behaved and not very bold.

Such a person would not dare to harm anyone, let alone someone as powerful as the Lord.

Yun Qi felt relived, calmly sitting next to Yun Kuang, casually listening to the father and son’s conversation.

Feeling bored, she started to fiddle with the design drafts placed by Yun Qiucheng aside.

From their conversation, she learned that the palace had started construction years ago, but the Lord always seemed dissatisfied with something, which was why Yun Qiucheng was invited to take over, explicitly instructed to ensure Feng Shui and the Five Elements were well incorporated into the design.

Initially, everything was smooth, and the Lord respected him too, but many strange things happened afterward, making the Lord lose faith in him, eventually leading to his imprisonment.

Yun Qiucheng sighed, "This business deal was truly a loss for Dad, knowing this, I would never have set foot on Langqi Island, now I haven’t earned any money, and can hardly return. Particularly those Priests, attributing all the Lord’s mishaps to me, it’s outright slander!"

Yun Qiucheng was lamenting when he heard a sweet, childish voice say, "They aren’t wrong, Uncle, your design is quite unreasonable, it’s no wonder those Priests are suspicious of you."