Chapter Forty-Six
Ye Shiru's hair flew wildly, her feet hovered half a foot off the ground, and large swathes of blood vessels burst in her eyes, turning her pupils a dazzling fiery gold. The golden compass under her feet spun rapidly. Even an amateur feng shui practitioner could tell that the entire funeral home's energy field had been utterly transformed, with fortunes of life and death hinging on Ye Shiru's every thought.
This was the true power of the Heavenly Yi Noble.
Seeing Li Yan struggle and cough up blood, Ye Shiru felt a slight sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart. If even "shifting feng shui" failed to harm him, she would have started to wonder if Li Yan's physique was made of iron and copper.
But in the brief moment of distraction, Li Yan, who had just been spitting blood, charged at her again. By the time Ye Shiru snapped back to her senses, a massive fist was already looming larger and larger in front of her.
