The Son-in-Law Rises: Master of Medicine and Feng Shui

I, Lin Chen, married into the Qin family and spent three years being called a good-for-nothing by my mother-in-law.

She forced me to work for money, made me sleep in the storage room, and even threw her foot-washing water in my face in front of everyone. I put up with it.

Because before my master died, he told me: “Cultivate in the mortal world, and experience every warmth and hardship life has to offer.”

Then one day, my sister-in-law came down with a bizarre illness, and the hospital issued a critical condition notice. As the whole family wept, I casually used three needles to pull her back from the brink of death.

My mother-in-law stared at me. “You... you know medicine?”

I said nothing.

I hadn't told her that I could do more than heal people. I could read feng shui, divine one's fortunes, and alter one's fate.

Later, a rival company laid a White Tiger Curse, and the Qin family's business collapsed overnight. I went up to the roof in the middle of the night and used a Five Emperors Coin to shatter thirty years of the rival's cultivation.

My icy wife, who had always looked down on me, took my hand for the first time. “Who... are you, really?”

I smiled. “Your husband, a live-in son-in-law who knows a little about medicine and feng shui.”

Later still, an elder statesman in the provincial capital was on his deathbed, and the top experts were helpless. One dose of my medicine saved him, and I also pointed out that his ancestral home had bad feng shui.

The news spread, and the powerful came rushing to my door, begging me to treat their illnesses, inspect their homes, and change their fortunes.

At last, my mother-in-law served me a meal with tears in her eyes. “Chen, your mom was blind before...”

And the wife who once tried to kick me out now clung to me every night. “Honey, will you teach me feng shui?”

I said yes.

But I didn't tell her that a greater enemy was still lurking in the shadows: the man who killed my master had finally appeared.

This time, I won't hold back.

With silver needles in my left hand, I decide who lives and dies; with my right, I...