Chapter 058: The Bureau of Paranormal Management

Duan Xingye put down his vocabulary book and looked at Bai Chuwei with utmost seriousness. “Weiwei, we live in an age of science—there’s simply no place for feudal superstitions. Please repeat after me: prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality…”

Bai Chuwei gazed at Duan Xingye’s righteous expression and replied, “I have lived for five thousand years. I used to cultivate immortality.”

Seeing her solemn face, Duan Xingye sighed deeply in his heart.

Weiwei was perfect in every way—except her chronic delusions of grandeur. He could believe she was a miraculous doctor, but the idea that she was a five-thousand-year-old ancestor? That was just too much.

“Weiwei,” he said earnestly, “the college entrance exams are almost here. Stop reading those novels and focus on memorizing more vocabulary.”

Bai Chuwei noticed the disbelief on his face. Leaning on her hand, she deliberately smiled. “You don’t believe me? Although spiritual energy is now depleted, there are still cultivators. Do you know there’s a special department in China called the Bureau of the Unnatural?”

Duan Xingye’s expression grew even more complicated. He hadn’t expected Weiwei, so young, to be so superstitious. Perhaps it was the mounting pressure of the upcoming exams.

In the original novel, Duan Xingye was nothing more than a disposable supporting character. The story described his death at the beginning as an accident caused by mental illness.

Bai Chuwei herself studied medicine—how could she not recognize if Duan Xingye had a mental disorder?

Even though Duan Xingye was not particularly favored by his elder brother Duan Feihan, he was still a member of the Duan family. If he were to die suddenly, wouldn’t his family investigate? Given how much Duan Feihan valued his nephew, wouldn’t he pursue the truth to the very end?

What did this indicate?

Bai Chuwei suspected that Duan Xingye’s death was connected to the supernatural.

Even if Duan Feihan wanted to investigate, it would be pointless, for there would be no clues to find.

Duan Xingye’s death was utterly in vain, simply to clear the way for the male lead, Xu Xingchen.

Bai Chuwei wanted to warn him, but the boy didn’t believe in cultivation at all!

As Bai Chuwei grew frustrated with Duan Xingye’s stubbornness, a soft, timid voice piped up, “I—I believe you.”

Bai Chuwei was taken aback. Someone believed her?

She and Duan Xingye both turned their heads—

A girl in the standard Henghua No. 1 High School uniform stood before them. Not very tall, with a round, delicate, and adorable face, she wore short hair that reached her shoulders and straight-cut bangs. She hugged a few books to her chest, her eyes anxious and gentle like a fawn foraging in the woods.

Such an adorable girl—her softness and cuteness could instantly awaken any boy’s protective instinct.

After five thousand years encountering all kinds of people, the old ancestor could read others at a glance. She saw the girl’s clear eyes, free of any malice.

Duan Xingye clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair, asking boisterously, “Another one? What is it you believe in—tarot cards or fortune telling by birthdate?”

The girl shrank back, clutching her books tighter, her voice even softer, “I—I believe in Bai Chuwei.”

Duan Xingye was stunned. He never expected someone could be so charming, so skilled at winning hearts!

Bai Chuwei’s lips curled into a smile as she said confidently, “You’re from Class Eleven, aren’t you?”

The girl grew excited. “You remember me, Bai Chuwei? I’m Su Ruan from Class Eleven.”

The old ancestor pressed the tip of her tongue against her upper teeth—her name truly suited her, soft and gentle.

Bai Chuwei brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with slender fingers, propped her chin on her hand, and after giving the girl a once-over, smiled, “Are you here for a consultation?”