The Almighty Mystic Just Wants A Quiet Life - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The cliffs rose tall and steep, exposing earthy yellow crags and soil. A few unnamed, ancient trees clung to the precipice with gnarled roots. Standing halfway up the mountain, Bo Nan looked up and could barely discern the summit.

While such a height might not seem like much elsewhere, it was quite a sight in the flat plains of S-City.

Bo Nan was not arrogant enough to simply blast his qi-field outward. Instead, he traced the mountain’s natural qi, moving step by step toward the center of the energy flow until he reached this spot.

Hidden from the sight of ordinary men, a pale green aura radiated from the peak, stably enveloping the entire mountain range.

He couldn’t help but touch the corner of his eye, smiling with a touch of pride. If other feng shui masters wanted to find a dragon vein, they would have to rely on observing the ridges and using a compass to search inch by inch. To find the xue (acupuncture point), they might have to traverse the entire mountain range for years, even decades.

He, however, was uniquely blessed. With eyes that could see qi, he achieved twice the result with half the effort.

It was a bit surprising, yet expected, that the center of Little Green Mountain’s qi was located right on his family’s property.

Bo Nan gave the cliff a helpless glare. This was the downside of feng shui: the constant climbing. He could have technically “flown” up the cliff, but who knew if there were drones or hidden cameras around? Walking through the forest offered the cover of trees, but on a bare cliff, he’d be caught in high definition. To avoid being invited for tea by some secret government task force tomorrow, he decided to climb the old-fashioned way.

The undeveloped mountain had only a faint trail, overgrown with weeds and jagged trees. Fortunately, Bo Nan wasn’t truly walking on the ground; otherwise, clearing the path alone would have taken forever.

Before long, he reached the summit, and his vision suddenly opened up. He walked slowly along the edge of the cliff. Looking out, the sky was high and the wind was clear—it was indeed a fine place.

Bo Nan leaned down, pinched a handful of withered leaves, and crushed them in his palm. As he loosened his grip, the fragments were caught by the wind. As he slowly spread his palm, the red and green shards formed a dim ribbon of color around him. They didn’t blow away into the distance; instead, they spiraled continuously within a tiny radius, neither falling to the ground nor flying high, just circling slowly at that height.

After a long time, the ribbon of debris finally settled and merged into the earth.

This was the manifestation of “Storing Wind and Gathering Qi.”

Bo Nan slowly cleaned the dust from his hands. For a naturally formed mountain, this was already quite good, but he felt something was missing. Could the birthplace of the Jade-Core Bamboo be just “not too bad”?

That would be a disgrace to the treasure.

The compass on his watch was now spinning wildly. Both the wind and the compass declared that this was the heart of the mountain’s qi.

For some reason, Bo Nan was certain the Jade-Core Bamboo would appear on this peak.

Something wasn’t right…

He began to stroll along the edge of the precipice again. On one side was the towering cliff, on the other, unstable rocks and earth. Several times he nearly stepped into thin air. As he moved, small stones tumbled down the cliff, sending echoes of varying weights surging back up, swirling around his ears.

Suddenly, he paused, listening intently. A subtle smile touched his lips, and then—he jumped straight down!

This jump didn’t send him plummeting to his death. Instead, he landed steadily on a small platform barely half a meter square. He controlled his momentum, leaning back against the rock wall to absorb the impact, finally showing a satisfied expression.

He knew it. The cliff was only forty or fifty meters high; hearing echoes from that far down was nonsense.

As expected, there was a hidden grotto.

Bo Nan took off his backpack and pulled out a bag of flour. He poured the white powder downward, and the fine dust didn’t fall to the ground. Instead, guided by the wind Bo Nan had gathered around him, it spiraled in a cloud that almost obscured his vision.

Taking this opportunity, Bo Nan’s qi-field expanded forcefully from his center, hard-crashing through the natural qi of Little Green Mountain and stirring the area into a chaotic soup.

The flour erupted into a thick mist, enveloping him.

Bo Nan raised a hand and pressed down. Suddenly, his qi slammed into an object—firm as a mountain, unmoving as a mountain. It was the mountain’s own qi-field.

All things have spirits. When an outside force tries to invade, the “residents” will resist. Or perhaps it was that invisible, fated will of heaven. The true essence of feng shui is to seize the creation of heaven and earth for one’s own use; getting the benefits is never easy.

Bo Nan remained calm, his hand held level, not rushing the pressure. When it came to “pointing the xue,” Bo Nan hated mountain veins the most. It was a long struggle, not something to be solved in a minute or two.

But it wouldn’t take that long!

The surrounding wind suddenly turned fierce, shrieking like a furious beast. Bo Nan’s open hiking jacket snapped in the gale, but his body didn’t budge. Even his hair lay flat on his head, as if he felt no wind at all.

As the mountain qi intensified, it began to wrap around him. The qi-field was twisted and shattered, and the powder in the air faithfully recorded this moment, constantly gathering and dispersing.

After a moment or perhaps a second Bo Nan suddenly clenched his fingers. The edge of the platform beneath his feet boomed and shattered. A glint of a smile appeared in his eyes. This explosion was the moment the mountain’s qi was unstable!

In that instant, his other hand drove a piece of Taihu stone downward. There was nothing on the platform, yet he looked as if he were struggling against something, pressing it down inch by inch. Cold sweat soaked his forehead, forming droplets that splashed onto the stone.

At the same time, a crisp click sounded. The Taihu stone acted like a stylus, etching into the platform. In that heartbeat, the wind stopped.

He looked at the tiny white mark on the rock—the xue point was set.

The Taihu stone in Bo Nan’s hand turned to dust, fluttering from his palm.

He shook his head inwardly, feeling a dull ache in his chest. The Taihu stone was scrap material to begin with, and the piece he chose as a stylus was the scrap of scraps. It was expected that it would break.

He couldn’t help but sigh. If his old magical artifacts were here, taking down a small mountain like this would be child’s play. He wouldn’t have had to suffer even these minor injuries.

It seemed that refining new artifacts was truly urgent.

However, he still had tasks to complete. The dragon vein was revealed, and the xue was set. According to the rules of the feng shui world, this place now belonged to him. Any master with a shred of ethics wouldn’t touch it. But he wasn’t about to bet his family’s life on the conscience of others; he needed to be a bit more ruthless.

He took out two more pieces of Taihu stone. These were the two fragments that contained the most Yin-Fish energy—just enough.

A stream of qi flowed from his fingertips, carving a small pit exactly over the white mark. Extreme Yin becomes Yang, and extreme Yang becomes Yin. He placed the two stones inside. Instantly, two currents of qi spilled from the stones, merging.

Scaling up from the small to the large, the mountain qi overflowed from the xue, stained by the energy of the Yin fish. A visible white mist slowly seeped out, spreading in all directions. Bo Nan’s heart stirred. As the mist dispersed, he mixed his own qi into it, using a domineering force to help it spread.

Yin represents water. Before long, it would rain.

This was a minor feng shui trick, but Bo Nan wasn’t finished.

Once the feng shui had time to settle, the villa he planned to build would be nearly ready. The villa would be Yang, and this spot would be Yin; the harmony of Yin and Yang would be perfect. Later, when he had the chance, he would replace these scraps with a true high-grade Yin artifact. At that point, this mountain peak would be a supreme sacred land.

He could even do some extra work when building the villa. This mountain had many good spots; creating a series of interlocking layouts wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Bo Nan once read an ancient book about a State Preceptor who turned a dynasty’s dragon vein mountain into a massive, interlocking array. It not only stabilized the dragon to extend the dynasty’s life but, in the end, he used his power alone to destroy the entire dynasty’s vein. Truly a man who could turn the clouds into rain with a flip of his hand—Bo Nan admired that immensely.

Back then, he was always being hunted, moving from place to place. How could he have had time to work an entire mountain? Now, it seemed, he had the chance.

No rush. He would take it slow.

“Master, your injuries haven’t healed. Let me go instead…” Li Bing supported Gao Changdong as they climbed step by step, her heart aching. “It wasn’t easy dodging those security guards just now…”

“No, I must go.” Gao Changdong narrowed his eyes, surveying the peak. “I’ve watched this mountain for two years. Its qi-field is getting stranger and stranger. Some treasure is definitely about to emerge! Those guards appeared too coincidentally. If I don’t go now, I’m afraid someone will beat me to it!”

“Surely not? Didn’t they say they were developing a resort?”

“What do you know! These…” Gao Changdong’s voice cut off. Suddenly, his expression changed. He grabbed Li Bing to shield himself, but he was heavily injured and couldn’t pull her in front of him in time. Both cried out in pain as they were struck by a massive force, flying backward and slamming heavily against a tree trunk.

Their faces turned deathly pale. Because Li Bing had blocked part of the impact for him, her injuries were more severe. She spat out a mouthful of dark blood and lost consciousness.

Gao Changdong struggled to crawl up, but he couldn’t. He had heard a sharp crack just now—something was likely broken.

He lay on the ground, glaring viciously toward the summit. “Who is it? Who beat me to it again?! I will have my revenge!”

The shockwave just now was the overflowing qi of a newly formed feng shui layout. Only a master with ruthless and domineering methods could produce such a result!

Thunder rumbled in the sky. Dark clouds quickly blocked the sun, and the surroundings turned gloomy.

Another crack of thunder, and the world was suddenly draped in a hazy, delicate veil.

It was raining.