The Almighty Mystic Just Wants A Quiet Life - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Mount Heng…” Bo Nan’s tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He crossed his legs, dangling one nonchalantly. “Nothing much happened. Didn’t I just get lost in the mountains? Does falling off a three-meter cliff count?”

Bo Yizhen replied coldly, “I am only asking you this once.”

Bo Nan paused, wavering between disclosure and secrecy. He said helplessly, “The main thing is, if I tell you, I’m afraid you won’t believe it.”

“Try me.”

“I fell off a cliff and found a secret manual left by a Great Master…”

Bo Yizhen: “And then you inherited thirty years of inner power? A three-meter cliff—you certainly have an imagination.”

“It’s pretty much like that,” Bo Nan sighed. “…I told you you wouldn’t believe it.”

Bo Yizhen frowned. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

Bo Yizhen pulled open a drawer, fished out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. “Then why are you going to Little Green Mountain?”

Amidst the swirling smoke, Bo Yizhen’s gaze was exceptionally sharp, as if it could pierce through all of Bo Nan’s disguises.

“Since I took the manual, I’ve learned a few things. I’m going to Little Green Mountain to find some materials.” Bo Nan’s fingers twitched; he really wanted a smoke too, but in this life he was only twenty. Smoking in front of his brother was asking for a beating.

Bo Yizhen suddenly said, “Something related to Feng Shui?”

“Hmm? You guessed it?”

“Nonsense.” Bo Yizhen finished the cigarette in a few puffs and crushed the butt onto his perfectly maintained solid wood desk. “You’ve been making it so obvious… Go then. I’ll handle Dad.”

“Thanks, Bro.” Bo Nan beamed, stood up, and headed for the door. After two steps, he stopped and turned back. “Bro, if I accidentally get the whole family killed, would you blame me?”

Bo Yizhen let out a cold laugh. “Did you do it on purpose?”

“How could I?”

“Then what does it have to do with you?” Bo Yizhen leaned back in his office chair and loosened his tie. “Why blame you instead of the insane murderer who broke the law? Ultimately, it would be because we weren’t strong enough… If such a day ever comes, remember to seek revenge.”

“That’s a certainty.” Bo Nan smiled slightly and turned to leave. He heard Bo Yizhen call out from behind, “Watch yourself.”

Bo Nan waved his hand without looking back. “Got it, Bro.”

Bo Yizhen watched his back, leaning his chair into a reclining position. Get them killed… In other words, many people would covet what Bo Nan now possessed. People would know about it—or rather, people would take action?

In that case… he chose to strike first.

Fortunately, the weather had turned cool; otherwise, trekking up a mountain in the heat would be a life-draining ordeal.

Various daily necessities and hiking gear had been moved into the bamboo hut. After a thorough cleaning, the small hut felt lived-in and comfortable.

Bo Nan changed into his hiking gear, equipped himself with mosquito repellent and emergency supplies, and set off. Of course, the most important item the lightning-struck woodwas tucked away in his pack. He planned to start work as soon as he found the “Jade-Core Bamboo.”

Most rarities in the world are born of coincidence. Jade-Core Bamboo is named so because a piece of jade, buried underground for ages, grows into a bamboo stalk, filling its hollow center.

In Feng Shui, bamboo carries excellent symbolism: its segments represent “rising step by step,” it is evergreen, unyielding, and hollow yet upright. Legend says firecrackers were originally made of bamboo; bamboo zhu sounds like “blessing” zhu, carrying the power to ward off evil and ensure peace.

Although the “Jade Core” removes the “hollow” aspect of the bamboo, the core of jade represents the refined character of a gentleman gentle and firm. Jade itself has immense symbolic value for nurturing the heart, absorbing disasters, and warding off evil. Combined with the lightning-struck locust wood Bo Nan obtained, once this Feng Shui layout was complete, even another person like Bo Nan would find it nearly impossible to break.

With the locust wood, he could cause any rival master to suffer an immediate backlash; with the Jade-Core Bamboo, he could establish a layout for steady promotion and vitality. For his own family, only the best would do.

The Bo family had been quiet in S-City for too long. With a leader like his brother, it was time to move.

His brother was right: the tragedy of his past life happened because they weren’t strong enough. If they had been, that person wouldn’t have dared to strike, and his family wouldn’t have died so easily, leaving him isolated against the entire metaphysical world.

Bo Nan easily ditched the bodyguards. Using his Qi field to form a barrier beneath his feet, he ignored the rugged terrain and traversed the bamboo forest with ease.

Every plant, stone, and clod of earth in these mountains possessed its own Qi; together, they formed the “Mountain.”

Bo Nan delved deep into the forest where sunlight was nearly absent. Looking up, he saw nothing but emerald green. He felt a chill as the wind blew. He was close to the center of the grove. He wasn’t sure if the Jade-Core Bamboo would appear here or if it had sprouted yet, so he had to use the clumsiest method: searching Little Green Mountain acre by acre.

He stopped, letting his Qi field spread out from beneath his feet, guiding the wind.

The wind rose, turning the bamboo forest into a surging sea.

The Qi field acted like his own limbs, slowly soaking into the grove. The essence of the plants and stones flashed through his mind. It was as if he had personally inspected the entire sea of bamboo in an instant; bamboo leaves brushed his shoulders, and withered leaves rustled beneath his feet.

After a long while, Bo Nan exhaled. It wasn’t here or at least, not yet.

He leaned against a bamboo stalk, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it, recalling when the Jade-Core Bamboo had appeared in his previous life… it was definitely within these fifteen days. He felt a bit relieved.

Bo Nan checked his phone; two hours had passed. This mountain belonged to his family, so no one would bother him. There was a “Not for Development” sign at the base, so tourists rarely entered. As long as he didn’t set the mountain on fire… wait, it belonged to his family.

Bo Nan’s brow furrowed. It was his family’s land, he could do whatever he wanted, others couldn’t enter easily… Jade-Core Bamboo?

Why did those families so easily help that person suppress him in his past life? Even though he didn’t understand business then, his desperate counterattacks cost them dearly. There must have been a benefit they couldn’t refuse.

Jade-Core Bamboo.

The Jade-Core Bamboo must be in this bamboo sea, on his family’s mountain. And there was likely more than one stalk; otherwise, how would those families divide the spoils? There might even be a sacred Feng Shui spot here capable of producing Jade-Core Bamboo perpetually, like the two items he was nurturing in Mount Heng.

Bo Nan’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

In this life, they still want the Jade-Core Bamboo?

In their dreams.

Since he knew it was here, things were easier.

Bo Nan looked around. Since it hadn’t sprouted yet, he would grant it a “heavenly rain.”

Well… it was noon. He’d head back to the hut for lunch and start the real work in the afternoon.

S-City was a place of abundant moisture, and Little Green Mountain was no exception. A stream ran from the summit to the base, forming a lake—a classic feature of “Heavenly Gate open, Earthly Door closed.”

With the prerequisites met, things were much easier. He could use artificial rain or pump water to irrigate the grove, but that was too slow.

In these matters, slowness leads to complications.

He happened to have the scraps from the Yin-Yang Fish artifact. They were perfect for this; creating rain and mist was their specialty.

With the tools ready, he first needed to find the “Acupuncture Point” (xue) of the mountain’s Qi field. Only by finding the center could he maximize the change in the mountain’s Feng Shui.

Usually, the xue of a mountain range isn’t at the edge; it is the heart. The mountain’s Qi rises from there and spreads out.

“Uncle Zhao, do you know where the exact center of Little Green Mountain is?”

Uncle Zhao, the forest warden who had lived here for years, thought for a moment. “I really don’t know.”

“Second Young Master, why do you ask?”

“Just some exploring… By the way, arrange some men to seal off our mountain,” Bo Nan said with a smile. “I see a lot of trees aren’t doing well. I’m going to take a walk around. I’m thinking of building a proper residence here, and later we can develop it into a vacation resort.”

Uncle Zhao was a bit stunned, but he knew better than to question his employer. “Understood, Second Young Master.”

After resting enough, Bo Nan stepped out and immediately turned on his GPS. Are you kidding? What era is this? Walking around on foot to find a xue—isn’t that stupid? Of course he’d use GPS to find the general range first before using his senses!