After Qiu Zhi's assistant left, Ma Xiaoling closed the door and turned to Jiang Hao. "I heard that Defy Fate and Change Destiny can shorten a Feng Shui Master's lifespan, and may even bring great disasters upon them. You'd better not do such things lightly."
Jiang Hao smiled. "I'm a disciple of Maoshan. Of course I understand these rules. But Defy Fate and Change Destiny comes in major and minor forms. For example, if you calculate that someone will suffer a disaster today and warn them, allowing them to avoid it, that also counts as Defy Fate and Change Destiny."
"If someone's natural lifespan has run out and you extend their life, that too is Defy Fate and Change Destiny. That is a major alteration. Heaven has its own rules, and disaster will inevitably descend. Ordinary fortune tellers must not casually involve themselves in such karma."
"But Qiu Zhi is only an ordinary man. His matter counts, at most, as a minor alteration of fate. It means nothing to me," Jiang Hao said casually.
He was an orthodox Daoist disciple, a Nascent Soul cultivator. He had once been a prince, an emperor, and even a City God. His fortune was vast, and he possessed more than sixteen million points of merit. Helping an ordinary man cut away the minor karma of imprisonment was absolutely nothing to him. It could not affect him in the slightest.
Besides, who said Qiu Zhi truly had a prison disaster awaiting him? Who said he really needed to Defy Fate and Change Destiny? Hehehehehe.
When it came to plotting against people, Jiang Hao was absolutely an Old Fox.
Qiu Zhi's middle-aged assistant returned to the hospital. Qiu Zhi lay in bed, his head wrapped in gauze, his arms and legs encased in plaster and suspended