“How could this happen?”
Shui Miao was greatly shocked and quickly looked at the old man, who smiled gently, his eyes brimming with endless mystery.
“Hehe, it seems you’re afraid to drink it,” the old man raised his eyebrows. “Fine, if you won’t drink, I’ll drink it myself.”
The old man picked up the bowl, and the bloody water inside instantly transformed into white liquor.
Meanwhile, half a bottle of liquor also appeared in the bottle. The old man drank half of the liquor in the bowl, put the bowl down, and proudly laughed, saying, “It seems, young man, your cultivation isn’t very impressive! You can’t even see through such a simple illusion. How dare you go looking for those witch women? Isn’t that just asking for death?”
“Senior, how do you know I’m going to see the witches?” Shui Miao asked respectfully.
This old man didn’t show off his abilities, yet with a wave of his hand, he could conjure up liquor. Such a display of power was extraordinary, and it was uncertain who would be careless enough to slight him.
The old man looked at Shui Miao and scoffed, “What man comes here without wanting them? I see a dark aura between your eyebrows, definitely caused by dual cultivation with a female ghost. People like you, coming to a place like this, your intentions are obvious without needing to be spoken.”
“I see…”
Shui Miao looked at the old man cautiously. “Senior, may I ask you something about Daoist techniques?”
“The night is long and boring, and I’m not sleepy anyway. If you have any questions, just ask,” the old man bent down and pulled out an empty plate from under the bed. He lightly brushed his hand over it, and instantly five large, red peaches appeared in the plate. “Come on, there’s not much food, have a peach to refresh yourself.”
The old man pushed the plate toward Shui Miao.
“Thank you, Senior!”
Shui Miao’s mind turned. He had just arrived and wanted to learn Daoist techniques from the old man. The first time the old man offered him wine, he didn’t drink it. Refusing the old man’s kindness again might seem too impolite and create a rift, making the old man unwilling to sincerely teach him anything. So Shui Miao reached out and picked up a peach, taking a gentle bite. The aroma was overwhelming, and the taste was sweet and refreshing. He couldn’t help but take a second bite, and soon finished the entire peach.
“Hey, why isn’t there a peach pit?”
After finishing the peach, Shui Miao suddenly realized there was no pit.
“This peach isn’t real; it’s transformed from my water element spiritual energy, so naturally, there’s no pit,” the old man replied, picking up another peach and handing it to Shui Miao. “If you like it, eat more. Ordinary people can’t even get to taste it. Of course, those with weak cultivation can’t eat so much.”
“Does this have anything to do with cultivation?” Shui Miao didn’t eat the peach. He knew it was just transformed spiritual energy and suspected it might be another illusion. Secretly, he circulated his spiritual energy but found no increase, confirming his suspicion.
The old man nodded. “Of course. Those with poor cultivation have weak endurance. I see you handled it very easily, so you must have considerable strength. Eat more; finish them all.”
“Thank you, Senior, but I’m full.” Shui Miao put down the peach and waved his hand, making up an excuse. “Besides, this peach was transformed from your cultivation. I shouldn’t accept something for nothing. I already felt bad about eating one, so I’ll decline your kindness.”
“Hehe, you’re interesting. You’re actually this sincere. Good, good, I like people like you!” The old man smiled, stroked his beard, and flipped his hand, revealing a handful of golden pills. “Here, I’ll give you these Golden Spirit Pills. Eating one will help you gain a year’s worth of cultivation. Eating ten will give you ten years.”
The old man had a dozen or so golden pills in his hand.
By the old man’s reckoning, it was equivalent to over a decade of cultivation.
Looking at the pills, Shui Miao thought to himself, “Does this old guy think he’s Laozi, the Supreme Elder? Boosting a year’s worth of cultivation with just one pill? If you really had such pills, why are you still stuck here being poor? Why haven’t you flown up to heaven and become an immortal?”
“Thank you, but I really don’t need them!” Shui Miao was a bit puzzled. Why was this old man so insistent on making him eat things? Could there be something wrong with these items? Or was he trying to trick him into being grateful and taking him as a master?
The old man became somewhat displeased, stood up, grabbed Shui Miao’s hand, and placed the pills in his palm. “You kid, just accept them. Why are you being so polite? That peach was transformed from my cultivation, but these pills aren’t. If you don’t take them, I have no use for them. We’re fated to meet, so I’m giving them to you. Don’t be so formal with me. Also, I’m a Daoist master who has long attained the Dao. Since we met here by fate, I won’t treat you as an outsider.”
The old man kept trying to get closer, and Shui Miao found it a bit overwhelming.
With words spoken this way, Shui Miao had no choice but to refuse further.
Looking very reluctant, Shui Miao said, “Then, thank you, Senior!”
“Eat it quickly. Now that the pill is out, if you don’t eat it in time, the spiritual energy inside will dissipate.”
The old man’s enthusiasm reminded Shui Miao of the wolf pretending to be a grandmother.
“Okay…”
Shui Miao’s mind turned, and he suddenly put all the pills into his mouth, swallowing them whole. Immediately, he circulated his Spirit Devouring Force to envelop the pills in his stomach, wanting to test their authenticity.
“Hehe, that’s better!”
The old man felt relieved and sat back on the bed.
In an instant, the Spirit Devouring Force refined the dozen or so pills, allowing Shui Miao to instantly discern their composition. There was a stream of spiritual energy and the scent of many herbs, which surprisingly resembled the scent of the aphrodisiac herbs Xiao Tang had obtained from Da’ertu!
What did this mean?
Could this old man actually be a homosexual!?
This shock was tremendous for Shui Miao. An old man giving him aphrodisiacs—his intentions were clear as day!
Seeing Shui Miao’s expression change slightly, the old man smiled faintly, “Don’t worry, nothing will happen. Sit, let’s talk about Daoist techniques?”
The old man’s expression was calm, as if the situation was already under control and he had everything figured out.
Shui Miao slowly sat down and directly asked, “Senior, what technique did you use just now? Why could you pour water from an empty bottle, turn water into wine, and then into blood? Also, how did you create the peaches?”
“Hehe, this is actually very simple.”
The old man stroked his beard and explained slowly, detailing the principles and techniques of transformation.
After understanding the properties of the pills, Shui Miao deliberately pretended to look drowsy and tired.
The old man was not concerned and continued talking, gradually revealing all his secrets.
It turned out the old man was indeed a geomancer.
A geomancer was also a type of feng shui master.
The old man was not only a feng shui master but also practiced Daoist techniques and cultivated water element spiritual energy. His ability to transform things was because his water element spiritual energy was highly refined, allowing him to create peaches using his water element spiritual energy.
To confuse the old man, Shui Miao feigned a tired expression and asked, “Senior, why are you living here? Is there something mysterious about those graves over there?”
“How could this be?”
Shui Miao was greatly astonished and quickly turned to look at the old man, who wore a faint smile, his eyes brimming with an unfathomable mystery.
“Heh, it seems you don’t dare to drink,” the old man raised an eyebrow. “Forget it. If you won’t drink, I’ll have it myself.”
The old man picked up the bowl, and the blood-like liquid inside instantly transformed into white liquor. Simultaneously, the bottle now appeared half-filled with wine. He drank half of the liquor from the bowl, set it down, and smirked triumphantly. “It seems your skills are rather lacking, young man! You can’t even see through such a simple illusion, yet you dare to seek out those female demons of the Witch Sect? Aren’t you just asking for death?”
“Senior, how did you know I’m looking for the Witch Sect?” Shui Miao asked respectfully.
This old man was unassuming, yet with a mere wave of his hand, he could conjure wine. Such ability was extraordinary, and underestimating him was unwise.
The old man glanced at Shui Miao and sneered, “What other reason would a man come here for? I see a dark aura between your eyebrows, undoubtedly the result of dual cultivation with a female ghost. Someone like you, coming to a place like this—your intentions are obvious.”
“So that’s how it is…”
Shui Miao regarded the old man cautiously. “Senior, may I inquire about some questions regarding Daoist techniques?”
“The night is long and rather dull. Since I’m not tired anyway, feel free to ask whatever you don’t understand.” The old man bent down, reached under the bed, and pulled out an empty plate. With a gentle sweep of his hand, five large, red peaches appeared on the plate. “Come, come. I don’t have much to offer, but have a peach to refresh yourself.”
He pushed the plate toward Shui Miao.
“Thank you, Senior!”
Shui Miao’s mind raced. As a newcomer, he wanted to seek guidance from the old man. The first time the old man offered him wine, he declined. If he refused this gesture as well, it might seem overly rude, creating a rift between them. In that case, the old man likely wouldn’t teach him anything sincerely. So, Shui Miao reached out, picked up a peach, and took a small bite. Instantly, a fragrant, sweet, and refreshing taste filled his senses. He couldn’t resist taking another bite and soon finished the entire peach.
“Hey, why is there no pit in this peach?”
Only after eating it did Shui Miao realize the peach had no pit.
“This peach isn’t real. I conjured it using water-based spiritual energy, so naturally, it has no pit.” The old man handed another peach to Shui Miao. “If you like it, have more. Ordinary people can’t even get a taste of this. Of course, those with weaker cultivation can’t handle too many.”
“Does this have something to do with cultivation?” Shui Miao didn’t eat the peach. Since it was merely spiritual energy, he quietly circulated his own energy and found that it hadn’t increased. It felt like another illusion.
The old man nodded. “Of course. Those with weaker cultivation have lower tolerance. You seem to handle it quite easily, so your strength must be considerable. Go ahead, eat them all.”
“Thank you, Senior, but I’m full.” Shui Miao set down the peach and waved his hand, making an excuse. “Besides, these peaches are formed from your cultivation. I’ve done nothing to deserve such a gift. Having eaten one already makes me feel rather embarrassed, so I must decline your kindness.”
“Heh, interesting. You’re quite earnest. Good, very good! I like honest people like you!” The old man stroked his beard with a smile, then flipped his hand, revealing a handful of golden pills. “Here, I’ll give you these Golden Spirit Pills. Each one can boost your cultivation by a year. Take ten, and you’ll gain a decade of cultivation for free.”
The old man held over a dozen golden pills in his hand.
According to him, that meant over a decade of cultivation.
Glancing at the pills, Shui Miao thought to himself, *Is this old guy pretending to be the Supreme Elder? Boosting cultivation by a year just like that? If you really had such pills, why would you be stuck in this dump? Wouldn’t you have ascended to immortality long ago?*
“Thank you, but I really don’t need them!” Shui Miao was puzzled. Why was this old man so insistent on making him eat things? Was there something wrong with them? Or was he trying to trick him into feeling grateful and becoming his disciple?
The old man grew somewhat displeased. He stood up, grabbed Shui Miao’s hand, and pressed the pills into his palm. “You foolish child, just take them! Why so polite? The peaches were formed from my cultivation, but these pills aren’t. If you don’t want them, they’re useless to me. We’re fated to meet, so I’m giving them to you. Don’t stand on ceremony. Besides, I’m an Earth Master who attained the Dao long ago. Since we’ve met here by fate, I won’t treat you as an outsider.”
The old man’s relentless attempts to cozy up were becoming unbearable for Shui Miao.
Having been put in this position, Shui Miao found it hard to refuse again.
He feigned reluctance. “Well… thank you, Senior!”
“Eat them, quickly. Once the pills are taken out, if you don’t consume them promptly, the spiritual energy inside will evaporate and dissipate.”
The old man’s enthusiasm reminded Shui Miao of the “Big Bad Wolf” grandmother.
“Oh…”
Shui Miao’s mind raced. Suddenly, he popped all the pills into his mouth and swallowed them whole. He immediately circulated his Devouring Spirit power to envelop the pills in his stomach, intending to verify their authenticity.
“Heh, that’s more like it!”
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down on the bed.
The Devouring Spirit power swiftly refined the dozen or so pills, enabling Shui Miao to instantly discern their composition: a stream of spiritual energy mingled with the essence of various herbs. These herbs bore an uncanny resemblance to the aphrodisiac ingredients Sister Xiaotang had acquired from Daoertu!
What did this mean?
Was this old man a gay predator?!
Shui Miao was utterly shocked. An old man giving him aphrodisiacs—his intentions were crystal clear!
Noticing Shui Miao’s uneasy expression, the old man smiled faintly. “Don’t be nervous, nothing will happen. Sit, let’s discuss Daoist techniques.”
The old man looked calm, as if everything was going according to plan.
Shui Miao slowly sat down and asked directly, “Senior, what technique did you use earlier to pour water from an empty bottle, turn it into wine, and then into blood? And how did you conjure those peaches?”
“Heh, it’s actually quite simple.”
The old man stroked his beard and explained unhurriedly, detailing the principles and techniques of transformation.
Knowing the effects of the pills, Shui Miao pretended to feel drowsy and lethargic.
The old man paid no mind and continued talking, gradually revealing his secrets.
It turned out this old man was indeed an Earth Master.
Earth Masters were a type of feng shui master.
Not only was the old man a feng shui master, but he also practiced Daoist techniques and cultivated water-based spiritual energy. His ability to transform things stemmed from his mastery of water-based spiritual energy, allowing him to conjure peaches.
To deceive the old man, Shui Miao feigned exhaustion and asked, “Senior, why do you live here? Is there something special about those graves over there?”
“Heh, you’re quite sharp to notice that…” The old man wasn’t surprised by Shui Miao’s lethargy and even flashed a cunning grin. “I’m a Yin Dwelling feng shui master. Typically, there are three grades of Yin Dwelling masters: first-grade observe the stars, second-grade observe the water mouths, and third-grade roam the mountains. But I create premium feng shui sites myself.”
“Create them yourself?”
Shui Miao perked up at this novel idea.
The old man nodded. “The world is vast. Finding a true dragon’s lair can take a feng shui master decades of travel. Even if you find one, you must wait for the right time to pinpoint the spot—sometimes for decades, or even until death. So, I decided to create a premium dragon’s lair myself, wait for the earth veins to merge, and pinpoint the spot when the time is right. You’ve come at the perfect time. In the next two or three days, I’ll be able to pinpoint the spot. Your arrival is timely, and you can help me with a great task.”
“What task?”
Shui Miao pressed urgently.
Noticing Shui Miao was still alert, the old man frowned. “You seem a bit drowsy, don’t you?”
“Somewhat, but only faintly.”
Shui Miao inwardly started, realizing his act wasn’t convincing.
The old man was secretly alarmed. *This kid’s strength is impressive! I underestimated him…*
Wary of Shui Miao, the old man said, “We’ll discuss this tomorrow. You must be tired. I’ll get some midnight snacks for you. After eating, you can sleep in the car.”
With that, the old man walked out of the wooden hut.
Shui Miao quickly followed, looking around, but the old man had vanished!
“Senior…”
“Senior!?”
Shui Miao called out twice but got no response. He walked toward a large rock nearby, climbed onto it, and scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, he noticed the layout of the scattered rocks was peculiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized with shock that the piles of rocks were arranged in the shape of three dragons.
Three dragon-shaped rock piles guarded the largest rock—the one Shui Miao was standing on.
The surrounding area, with its trees and water, formed a distinct zone.
“Three Dragons Guarding the Master?”
Shui Miao naturally thought of the term “Three Dragons Guarding the Master,” but he didn’t know how the old man planned to activate this spot. Moreover, who was the “master” being guarded?
“Whoosh!”
A gust of wind stirred, and the old man emerged from the bushes.
He held two roasted ducks in his hands and tucked a bottle of strong liquor under each arm.
Seeing Shui Miao standing on the large rock, the old man shouted angrily, “Bastard! Who said you could go up there? Get down now!”
Shui Miao was taken aback and quickly climbed down. “Senior…”
“Enough with the ‘Senior’! Shut up, just shut up!” The old man stormed over to Shui Miao, shoved the roasted ducks into his arms, and pointed sternly at the large rock. “This is decades of my hard work! You almost ruined it! If this grave site is destroyed, I’ll… I’ll fight you to the death!”
“…”
Shui Miao remained silent but grew even more curious about the grave site.
Who needed a Three Dragons Guarding the Master spot? This was an incredibly powerful site, far beyond what an ordinary person could afford.
Upon seeing the liquor, Shui Miao hatched a plan. He quietly returned to the wooden hut, placed the roasted ducks on the table, and began pouring the wine. Unbeknownst to the old man, Shui Miao infused a stream of earth-based spiritual energy into the liquor to counteract him. The ducks and wine were genuine, leading Shui Miao to deduce that the old man either had a concealed basement beneath the bushes or was skilled in the Dun Jia arts. It seemed the old man had brought the liquor with the intention of getting Shui Miao drunk, but he hadn’t anticipated Shui Miao climbing onto the large rock.
The old man was agitated. After inspecting the rock and ensuring it was unharmed, he returned to the hut.
Seeing Shui Miao had poured the wine, the old man’s anger subsided slightly.
“Senior, I’m not hungry. Please eat. I apologize for my earlier mistake.”
Shui Miao apologized again.
“Forget it, forget it. I lost my temper earlier. Sit and keep me company while I eat.” The old man waved his hand, sat down, picked up the bowl, and drained the liquor in one gulp. He smacked his lips and frowned. “Why does this wine taste like this? Is it fake?”
“Try this other bottle.” Shui Miao quickly picked up the other bottle, opened it in front of the old man, and refilled his bowl.
The old man took another sip, set down the bowl, and furrowed his brows deeply. “Dammit, there’s something wrong with this wine. It tastes like it’s mixed with mud…”
“Let me try…”
Shui Miao picked up the bowl and took a sip, then shook his head. “It tastes fine to me!”
“Whatever, your palate is too dull to tell.” The old man impatiently lifted the bowl, drained it, and set it down. Suddenly, his right eyelid began twitching violently. “Oh no, disaster is coming!”
The old man looked up sharply, his eyes fixed intently on Shui Miao.
“Create yourself?”
Shui Miao instinctively perked up. This concept was quite fresh.
“How could this be?”
Shui Miao was utterly astonished and quickly turned to look at the old man, who wore a faint smile, his eyes brimming with an unfathomable mystery.
“Heh, it seems you don’t dare to drink,” the old man raised an eyebrow. “Forget it. If you won’t drink, I’ll have it myself.”
The old man picked up the bowl, and the blood-like liquid inside instantly transformed into white liquor. The bottle, too, now appeared half-filled with wine. He drank half the liquor from the bowl, set it down, and smirked triumphantly. “It seems your skills are rather lacking, young man! You can’t even see through such a simple illusion, yet you dare to seek out those female demons of the Witch Sect? Aren’t you just asking for death?”
“Senior, how did you know I was looking for the Witch Sect?” Shui Miao asked respectfully.
This old man was unassuming, yet with a mere wave of his hand, he could conjure wine. Such ability was extraordinary, and underestimating him would be unwise.
The old man glanced at Shui Miao and sneered, “What other reason would a man come here for? I see a dark aura between your eyebrows, undoubtedly the result of dual cultivation with a female ghost. Someone like you, coming to a place like this—your intentions are obvious.”
“So that’s how it is…”
Shui Miao looked at the old man with caution. “Senior, may I consult you on some matters related to Daoist practices?”
“The night is long and rather dull. Since I’m not tired anyway, feel free to ask whatever you don’t understand,” the old man said, bending down to retrieve an empty plate from under the bed. With a light brush of his hand, five large, ripe peaches appeared on the plate. “Come, come. I don’t have much to offer, but have a peach to refresh yourself.”
He pushed the plate toward Shui Miao.
“Thank you, Senior!”
Shui Miao’s mind raced. He was new here and wanted to learn from the old man. The first time the old man offered him wine, he had declined. Refusing a second gesture of goodwill would seem ungrateful and might create a rift, making it unlikely the old man would teach him sincerely. So, Shui Miao reached out, picked up a peach, and took a small bite. Instantly, a fragrant, sweet, and refreshing taste filled his senses. He couldn’t resist taking another bite and soon finished the entire peach.
“Hey, why is there no pit?”
Only after eating the peach did Shui Miao realize it had no core.
“This peach isn’t real. I conjured it using water-based spiritual energy, so naturally, it has no pit,” the old man explained, handing another peach to Shui Miao. “If you like it, have more. Ordinary people can’t even get a taste, and those with weak cultivation can’t handle too many anyway.”
“It’s related to cultivation too?” Shui Miao didn’t eat the peach. Since it was merely spiritual energy, he quietly circulated his own energy and found it hadn’t increased. It felt like another illusion.
The old man nodded. “Of course. Those with poor cultivation have weaker endurance. You seem to handle it quite easily, so your strength must be considerable. Go ahead, eat them all.”
“Thank you, Senior, but I’m full.” Shui Miao set the peach down and waved his hand, making an excuse. “Besides, these peaches are formed from your cultivation. I’ve done nothing to deserve such a gift, and I already feel embarrassed for having eaten one. I appreciate your kindness.”
“Heh, quite the honest one, aren’t you? Good, good! I like honest people like you!” The old man chuckled, stroking his beard. With a flip of his hand, he produced a handful of golden pills. “Here, I’ll give you these Golden Spirit Pills. Each one can boost your cultivation by a year. Take ten, and you’ll gain a decade of cultivation for free.”
The old man held over a dozen golden pills in his hand.
According to him, that meant over a decade of cultivation.
Glancing at the pills, Shui Miao thought to himself, *Is this old guy pretending to be the Supreme Elder? Boosting cultivation by a year just like that? If you really had such pills, why would you be stuck in this dump? Shouldn’t you be flying up to the heavens as an immortal by now?*
“Thank you, but I really don’t need them!” Shui Miao was puzzled. Why was the old man so insistent on making him eat things? Was there something wrong with them? Or was he trying to trick him into feeling indebted and becoming his disciple?
The old man grew displeased. He stood up, grabbed Shui Miao’s hand, and forced the pills into it. “You child, just take them! Why so polite? The peaches were formed from my cultivation, but these pills aren’t. If you don’t want them, they’re useless to me. We’re fated to meet, so I’m giving them to you. Don’t stand on ceremony. Besides, I’m an Earth Master who attained the Dao long ago. Since we’ve met here by fate, I won’t treat you as an outsider.”
The old man’s relentless friendliness was becoming overwhelming for Shui Miao.
Having been put in such a position, Shui Miao found it hard to refuse again.
He put on a reluctant expression. “Well… thank you, Senior!”
“Eat them, quickly. Once the pills are taken out, if you don’t consume them in time, the spiritual energy inside will evaporate and dissipate.”
The old man’s enthusiasm reminded Shui Miao of the “Big Bad Wolf” grandmother.
“Oh…”
Shui Miao’s mind raced. Suddenly, he popped all the pills into his mouth and swallowed them whole. He immediately circulated his Devouring Spirit power to envelop the pills in his stomach, intending to investigate their authenticity.
“Heh, that’s more like it!”
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down on the bed.
The Devouring Spirit power swiftly refined the dozen or so pills, enabling Shui Miao to immediately discern their composition: a stream of spiritual energy intermingled with the essence of various herbs. These herbs bore an uncanny resemblance in scent to the aphrodisiacs Sister Xiaotang had acquired from Daoertu!
*What does this mean?*
*Is this old man a pervert?!*
Shui Miao was shocked. An old man giving him aphrodisiacs—his intentions were crystal clear!
Noticing Shui Miao’s uneasy expression, the old man smiled faintly. “Don’t be nervous, nothing will happen. Sit, let’s discuss Daoist arts.”
The old man’s expression was calm, as if everything was going according to plan.
Shui Miao slowly sat down and asked directly, “Senior, what technique did you use earlier to pour water from an empty bottle, turn it into wine, and then into blood? And how did you conjure the peaches?”
“Heh, it’s actually quite simple.”
The old man stroked his beard and explained unhurriedly, detailing the principles and techniques of transformation.
Knowing the effects of the pills, Shui Miao pretended to feel drowsy and lethargic.
The old man paid no mind and continued talking, gradually revealing his secrets.
It turned out the old man was indeed an Earth Master.
Earth Masters were a type of feng shui master.
Not only was the old man a feng shui master, but he had also cultivated Daoist arts and mastered water-based spiritual energy. His ability to transform things stemmed from his proficiency in water-based spiritual energy, allowing him to conjure peaches.
To deceive the old man, Shui Miao feigned exhaustion and asked, “Senior, why do you live here? Is there something special about those graves over there?”
“Heh, you’re quite sharp to notice that…” The old man wasn’t surprised by Shui Miao’s lethargy and even flashed a sly grin. “I’m a Yin宅 feng shui master. Typically, there are three grades of Yin宅 feng shui masters: first-grade observe the stars, second-grade observe the water mouths, and third-grade roam the mountains. But I create premium feng shui sites myself.”
“Create them yourself?”
Shui Miao perked up at this novel idea.
The old man nodded. “The world is vast. Finding a true dragon’s lair can take a feng shui master decades of travel. Even if you find one, you must wait for the right time to pinpoint the spot, which could take decades or even a lifetime. So, I decided to create a premium dragon’s lair myself, wait for the earth veins’ energy to merge, and pinpoint the spot when the time is right. You’ve come at the perfect time. In the next two or three days, I’ll be pinpointing the spot, and you can help me with a great task.”
“What task?”
Shui Miao pressed eagerly.
Noticing Shui Miao was still alert, the old man frowned. “You seem a bit drowsy, don’t you?”
“Just a little,” Shui Miao replied, realizing he hadn’t acted convincingly enough.
The old man was inwardly surprised. *This kid’s strength is impressive! I underestimated him…*
Cautious, the old man said, “We’ll discuss this tomorrow. You must be tired. I’ll get some midnight snacks for you. After eating, you can sleep in the car.”
With that, the old man walked out of the wooden hut.
Shui Miao quickly followed, looking around, but the old man had vanished without a trace!
“Senior…”
“Senior!?”
Shui Miao called out twice but got no response. He walked toward a large rock nearby, climbed onto it, and scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, he noticed the layout of the scattered rocks was peculiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized with shock that the piles of rocks were arranged in the shape of three dragons.
Three dragon-shaped rock formations guarded the largest rock—the one Shui Miao was standing on.
The area was surrounded by trees and water, forming a distinct zone.
“Three Dragons Guarding the Master?”
Shui Miao naturally thought of the term “Three Dragons Guarding the Master,” but he didn’t know how the old man planned to activate this spot. More importantly, who was the “master” being guarded?
“Whoosh!”
A gust of wind rustled, and the old man emerged from the bushes.
He held two roasted ducks in his hands and tucked a bottle of strong liquor under each arm.
Seeing Shui Miao standing on the large rock, the old man shouted angrily, “Bastard! Who said you could go up there? Get down now!”
Shui Miao was taken aback and quickly climbed down. “Senior…”
“Enough with the ‘Senior’! Shut up, just shut up!” The old man stormed over to Shui Miao, shoved the roasted ducks into his arms, and pointed fiercely at the large rock. “This is decades of my hard work! You almost ruined it! If this tomb is destroyed, I’ll… I’ll fight you to the death!”
“…”
Shui Miao remained silent but grew even more curious about the tomb.
Who needed a Three Dragons Guarding the Master spot? This was an incredibly powerful feng shui site, far beyond what an ordinary person could afford.
Upon seeing the liquor, Shui Miao had a sudden inspiration. He quietly returned to the wooden hut, placed the roasted ducks on the table, and started pouring the wine. Unbeknownst to the old man, he subtly infused a stream of earth-based spiritual energy into the liquor to counteract him. The ducks and wine were genuine, leading Shui Miao to deduce that the old man either had a concealed basement beneath the bushes or was skilled in Dunjia arts. The old man had probably brought the liquor with the intention of getting him drunk but hadn’t anticipated that Shui Miao would climb onto the large rock.
The old man was still agitated. After inspecting the large rock and ensuring it was undamaged, he returned to the hut.
Seeing Shui Miao had poured the wine, the old man’s anger subsided slightly.
“Senior, I’m not hungry. Please eat. I’m sorry for earlier.”
Shui Miao apologized again.
“Forget it, forget it. I lost my temper earlier. Sit and keep me company while I eat,” the old man waved his hand and sat down. He picked up the bowl and downed the liquor in one gulp. Smacking his lips, he frowned. “Why does this wine taste like this? Is it fake?”
“Try this bottle,” Shui Miao quickly picked up the other bottle, opened it in front of the old man, and filled his bowl.
The old man took another sip, set the bowl down, and furrowed his brow. “Dammit, there’s something wrong with this wine. It tastes like it’s mixed with mud…”
“Let me try…”
Shui Miao picked up the bowl and took a sip, then shook his head. “It tastes fine to me!”
“Whatever, your palate is too dull to tell,” the old man said impatiently. He picked up the bowl and drained it again. As he set it down, his right eyelid suddenly twitched violently. “Oh no, disaster is coming!”
The old man looked up sharply, his eyes fixed intently on Shui Miao.
“What favor?”
Shui Miao quickly asked.
Seeing Shui Miao still so alert, the old man couldn’t help but frown. “You seem a bit tired, don’t you?”
“Not really, just a little.”
Shui Miao was startled, knowing he hadn’t acted convincingly.
The old man was secretly surprised. This kid’s strength was pretty strong. He had underestimated him…
The old man, wary of Shui Miao, said, “We’ll discuss this tomorrow. You’re tired now. I’ll prepare some late-night snacks for you. After eating, you can sleep in the car.”
With that, the old man walked directly out of the wooden hut.
Shui Miao hurried out, looked around, but found the old man had already disappeared!
“Senior…”
“Senior!?”
Shui Miao called twice but saw no one. He walked toward a large rock nearby, climbed onto it, and looked around. Suddenly, he noticed the arrangement of the scattered rocks was very special. Looking closely, he was astonished to find the shape of the scattered rocks resembled three dragons.
Three dragon-shaped rock formations were protecting the largest rock, the one Shui Miao was standing on.
Other areas had trees and water, forming their own distinct zones.
“Three dragons protecting the master?”
Shui Miao naturally thought of the term “three dragons protecting the master,” but he didn’t know how the old man intended to activate this site. Moreover, who was the master they were protecting?
“Whoosh!”
A breeze stirred, and the old man appeared from the bushes.
He was holding two roasted ducks, with a bottle of strong white wine under each arm.
Seeing Shui Miao standing on the big rock, the old man immediately shouted, “Damn it! Who told you to go up there! Get down right now!”
Shui Miao was stunned and quickly climbed down from the rock. “Senior…”
“Pah! Shut up, you brat!” The old man stormed up to Shui Miao, shoved the roasted ducks into his arms, and pointed angrily at the big rock. “This is the result of my decades of hard work. You almost destroyed it just now. If this tomb site is ruined, I’ll fight you to the death!”
…
Shui Miao didn’t speak but became even more curious about the tomb site.
Who needed a tomb site guarded by three dragons? This site was a powerful one, and an ordinary person definitely couldn’t use it.
Seeing the white wine, Shui Miao had an idea. Silently, he returned to the wooden hut, placed the roasted ducks on the table, and started pouring wine. Secretly, he infused a stream of earth element spiritual energy into the wine, aiming to counter the old man. The ducks and wine were real, so Shui Miao guessed the old man either had a hidden basement under the bushes or knew the art of escaping through talisman magic. He brought the white wine probably intending to get Shui Miao drunk, but he hadn’t expected Shui Miao to climb onto the big rock.
The old man was very excited, checked the big rock, and seeing no major damage, returned to the wooden hut.
Seeing Shui Miao had poured the wine, the old man’s anger subsided a bit.
“Senior, I’m not hungry. You eat. I’m sorry for what I did earlier.”
Shui Miao apologized again to the old man.
“Alright, alright, I was just acting on impulse earlier. Sit down and have something with me.” The old man waved his hand, sat down, picked up the bowl, and drank all the white wine in one gulp. After smacking his lips, he was puzzled, “Hmm, why does this wine taste like this? Could it be fake?”
“You try this bottle again.” Shui Miao quickly picked up another bottle of wine, opened it in front of the old man, and poured him a fresh bowl.
The old man took another sip, put the bowl down, and furrowed his brows. “Damn it, there’s something wrong with this wine. It tastes like it’s mixed with muddy water…”
“Let me try…”
Shui Miao picked up the bowl and took a sip, then shook his head. “I don’t taste anything strange!”
“Alright, alright, your taste buds are useless.” The old man impatiently picked up the bowl, drank all the wine in one gulp, put the bowl down, and suddenly his right eyelid started twitching uncontrollably… “Something’s wrong! There’s trouble coming!”
The old man suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on Shui Miao with an intense stare…
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