Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey

"This, this door opens like this!" Xia Xin, too preoccupied to be afraid, quickly walked over, freed up a hand, pushed open the glass door, and said with a forced laugh, "There are doors on both sides, doors like this are everywhere now, be careful..."

Jiangli silently walked out.

Xia Xin, carrying the child, hurriedly followed.

After Jiangli and Xia Xin left the store,

it seemed like the child couldn't bear the external high temperature, and kept burrowing into Xia Xin's embrace, moaning in pain.

Seeing this, Xia Xin, no longer worried, said, "That, the ancient mentor can't seem to endure this sunlight!"

Jiangli glanced at him, pulled a handkerchief from her clothes, and tossed it to him, "Cover him with this."

Xia Xin took a look, noticing nothing special about the embroidered kerchief. Could this block the light?

As everyone knows, ghosts are afraid of sunlight, not just sunlight itself, but rather the yang energy within it, which ghosts fear.

Merely blocking the light doesn't cut off the yang energy, does it?

Muttering to himself, Xia Xin saw that Jiangli kept walking forward; he could only first cover the child with the kerchief.

But after covering him, the child's moans of pain indeed disappeared.

Xia Xin looked surprised, turned towards Jiangli, and saw the ancient mentor who appeared even younger than him, clean and fair-skinned, exuding a coolness that felt quite comforting in the summer heat.

Almost without thinking, he instinctively asked, "Are, are you really the ancient mentor?"

Jiangli gave him a look, "Didn't the old Taoist tell you?"

"He did mention it, but... I, I didn't expect you to look so young..." Xia Xin scratched his head and asked with an awkward smile, "Did you really meditate in seclusion for eight hundred years?"

Jiangli gave an "Oh" sound, "Seems like it."

Xia Xin was stunned and wanted to ask how someone could meditate for eight hundred years but then saw Jiangli suddenly walking towards a car.

The words Xia Xin had on the tip of his tongue had to be held back.

Jiangli, walking ahead, went straight up to the car.

She'd heard from the old Taoist that these iron boxes with four wheels were called cars.

But what attracted her wasn't this car with its peculiar construction.

It was...

the purple aura emanating from the car.

Every person carries various kinds of fortunes and energies.

Ordinary people can't see them, but those from Xuanmen see them clearly.

And based on the color changes of these energies, a person's fortunes in life could be categorized into different tiers.

The energy on ordinary people is mostly white; if there's a hint of red, it indicates recent good fortune, 'flushed with success' is the phrase for that.

Those with better fortune have a faint pink energy, signifying that the person will secure some wealth and power in life.

People with bad fortune have a dark, lackluster earthen energy, much like their gloomy prospects.

The dead have energy too, theirs is black. There's a saying that a darkened area between the eyebrows foretells bloodshed or deadly disaster, signaling impending death.

Apart from these, there is another kind of energy that is the most auspicious.

That is purple.

Purple energy signifies imperial energy, often associated with emperors.

For ordinary people, having just one of wealth or power is enough to lead a good life.

But some, favored by fate, have it all: wealth, power, and the ability to turn misfortune into blessing. These are the people graced with a purple aura.

Those with a purple aura are also known as children of the Heavenly Dao, the bearers of truly great fortune.

Such people are bound to have a smooth sailing life, able to get whatever they desire. What others strive for their entire lives might not even merit a glance from them.