Wang Ling stood frozen, Zhao Yan's words buzzing in his head.
Thinking about it carefully, what Zhao Yan said was not unreasonable.
Love only brought trouble, and his cultivation had not increased, but rather decreased.
"Alright, think about it yourself. Since you've been cultivating for so long and have developed a semblance of humanity, it would be a real shame if you remained stubborn," Zhao Yan said.
With things said to this point, any further discussion would seem overly fussy.
It was all up to Wang Ling's decision.
The fact that he had spent a hundred years of cultivation to create a protective tattoo for Fu Jie proved that this snake spirit was not inherently bad.
Wang Ling sighed heavily and said, "So be it!"
As he spoke, he took out a small box and handed it over.
"As long as you apply the ointment inside this box to Fu Jie's stomach, the protective tattoo can be removed, and the child in her womb can also be aborted."
"However, I didn't cast the protective tattoo for the child in her womb, but to protect her life."
"I sensed through my cultivation that she would face a calamity at the age of twenty-eight."
"I hope you, Master, will convey my words to her truthfully. From now on, I will not pester her."
Zhao Yan took it and nodded, "Don't worry, I will pass on your words to her."
Wang Ling thanked Zhao Yan and turned to walk into the deep mountains. After a while, his figure disappeared.
Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, truly worried that this snake spirit would be stubborn. If a fight had broken out, it would have been troublesome, and wielding the demon-subduing rope would have consumed a lot of vital energy.
Putting the demon-subduing rope back into her bag, Zhao Yan shone her flashlight on the path down the mountain.
Master Wang and his group had already descended the mountain and were nowhere to be seen. Zhao Yan quickened her pace down the mountain.
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, she saw Master Wang and his group looking around nervously.
Seeing Zhao Yan descend, they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
"Master Zhao, this matter should be resolved, right?" Master Wang asked nervously.
Zhao Yan smiled, "It's resolved. Wang Ling said he won't pester her anymore."
Fu Jie's face lit up with joy, "That's great! Thank you, Master Zhao, Master Wang, thank you."
"Then can I abort the child in my womb now?"
Zhao Yan lightly nodded and took out the small box Wang Ling had given her, saying, "This is what Wang Ling asked me to give you. As long as you apply the contents inside to your stomach, the abortion will not be affected."
Fu Jie felt a lot more relaxed, and with a sigh of relief, she took it, "Thank you, Master Zhao."
Zhao Yan waved her hand, "Miss Fu, there is one thing I must tell you."
"The reason you couldn't abort the child is because Wang Ling left a protective tattoo on you. After applying this substance, the protective tattoo will disappear."
"The fetus can also be aborted, but Wang Ling said you will face a calamity at the age of twenty-eight. Without this protective tattoo, you might encounter disaster."
Fu Jie, whose face still held a smile, immediately stiffened. After thinking carefully, she sneered, "Wang Ling used illusions to deceive me, and now he's saying this. He's just trying to trick me into having his child."
"Miss Fu, how old are you this year?" Zhao Yan asked.
Fu Jie replied, "I'll be twenty-eight in five months."
Zhao Yan looked thoughtful. Wang Ling had spoken very sincerely. Although there was a possibility of deception, at this point, he had no reason to do so.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan reminded her, "Miss Fu, perhaps it would be best to remove this protective tattoo after you turn twenty-eight and have passed through this calamity. The child in your womb is likely less than two months old. If you decide you don't want the child in seven months, you can still abort it then."
After much deliberation, this seemed to be the most conservative solution.
Fu Jie thought about it carefully and immediately shook her head, "No, seven months is too long. By then, my belly will be showing. I have several blind dates coming up, all introduced by my third uncle, who are excellent men. I can't let this child delay my happy life."
Zhao Yan remained silent. She had only proposed the most prudent option. Since Fu Jie was unwilling to do it, she said nothing more.
"Then let's get in the car and go back. We can't stay in this place for too long; I'm getting goosebumps the longer we stay," Master Wang said from the side.
It was not late, and Zhao Yan agreed.
Zhao Yan sat in the back seat, while Wu Xinxin drove. As they drove, she asked, "Sister Zhao, is it true, as the snake spirit said, that Miss Fu will face a calamity at twenty-eight?"
Zhao Yan replied, "Fu Jie is protected by the tattoo. Her physiognomy shows no immediate problems. Only after the protective tattoo is removed can we accurately assess her facial features."
When they arrived at the shop, Master Wang had one of his disciples drive Miss Fu back to the hotel.
He, along with another disciple, followed Zhao Yan into the shop.
"Master Zhao, Miss Fu has already transferred the payment to my card. It's a total of three hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. I'll transfer all of it to you."
Zhao Yan, who had just taken a sip of water, almost choked. "Nearly four hundred thousand!"
She hadn't asked for the price from start to finish. She had estimated that five or sixty thousand would be the most she could get.
Master Wang's disciple next to him chuckled, "Master Zhao, my master's starting price is ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
"And he's selective about the jobs he takes. If he's not satisfied, we don't do it."
Zhao Yan understood immediately.
Master Wang's primary focus was on spending money to build his reputation. Once his reputation grew, his fees naturally increased.
Being selective about jobs was also a smart move, taking on easier tasks for the most money.
He might even exaggerate minor supernatural occurrences into dire calamities.
This was why Master Wang, despite having only moderate skills, could command such respect.
Zhao Yan thought for a moment and said, "Everyone worked hard tonight. This three hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine shouldn't go into my account alone. Master Wang, how do you think we should divide it?"
Master Wang smiled, "No need to divide it. This money can be given directly to you, Master Zhao."
"We didn't exert much effort, and we were already paid. Miss Fu gave us a ten-thousand-yuan referral fee, which is enough for us."
The disciple beside him was about to protest but was glared at fiercely by Master Wang.
"Alright, then I won't refuse. Please transfer it to my bank card," Zhao Yan said.
She gave him her card number, and Master Wang operated his phone, transferring 400,000 yuan.
Zhao Yan found him a 1 yuan coin.
"It's getting late today, Master Zhao. Please rest," Master Wang said with a smile, and then left with his disciples.
Now, after deducting the car loan, the money in her bank card was close to 1.6 million.
A smile appeared on Zhao Yan's face, and she chuckled, "Xinxin, it's time for us to move to a larger shop."