The suburbs near Haojing, on the dock
Zhang Yi sat cross-legged, calming his mind, following Zhang Jian’s guidance, he was absorbing the vast Spiritual Mechanism from the depths of the canal.
The canal’s Spiritual Mechanism is abundant, but the canal has a spirit, making it not so easy to freely draw from its Spiritual Mechanism.
However, with Zhang Jian’s protection, Zhang Yi was not restricted.
Strands of Spiritual Mechanism surged into his body, instinctively flowing towards the depths of the Lower Dantian, seemingly wanting to form a special core there. But it was disrupted by the scripture from the "Nine Qi Essence True Scripture," shattering momentarily, and integrating into a small cycle.
Zhang Yi is, after all, a half-demon.
Unlike other cultivators who must adapt to the discomfort of Spiritual Mechanism entering their bodies when they first enter the Cultivation Realm, gradually forming a habit.
As a half-demon, the ability to draw in and expel Spiritual Mechanism was a natural instinct from the womb.
In Zhang Jian’s eyes, Zhang Yi’s gathered Spiritual Mechanism gradually formed a complete "Nine Qi Essence True Scripture" Qi Cultivation Chapter.
With the completion of this Chapter, his cultivation in the Qi Sensitivity stage concludes, leading into Qi Cultivation, gradually gathering Spiritual Mechanism, and then he can perform some Small Techniques.
Zhang Yi is indeed well-suited to cultivate the "Nine Qi Essence True Scripture."
Zhang Jian stood at the corner of the dock, his vast Yin God Divine Sense covering the corner, while observing a carriage approach slowly from outside the city.
On the carriage, a youthful girl in white stepped down.
Her eyes gazed at the surroundings, a touch of nostalgia in her pupils, with anticipation beneath.
She was the Princess Consort Song, who had just recovered from a serious illness.
Her given name is Song Lian’Er.
Beside the carriage, a maid in pink addressed her, "Miss, it’s cold outside, maybe it’s better to wait in the carriage!"
However, Song Lian’Er did not wish to.
Seeing her insistence, the maid refrained from persuading further, merely a maid acquired from human traffickers to serve this young lady.
Soon, she saw Miss Song’s delicate figure subtly trembling, her watery eyes suddenly gazed forward.
There, in the distance, a burly and stern figure appeared at the gate.
At the gate, An Ruming gazed at the beautiful girl in the white dress, his handsome face revealing a hint of emotion.
His lips moved slightly, and after a moment, he finally uttered, "Lian’Er!"
"Master An!"
Unable to contain herself, Song Lian’Er advanced, but due to her recent recovery from a serious illness, her steps were shaky and she nearly stumbled, instantly falling into a warm embrace.
An Ruming looked at Song Lian’Er with joy, the gloom in his eyes seemed to dissipate completely.
He embraced Song Lian’Er, desiring to blend her into his being, filled with an indescribable pleasure.
But soon he swept his gaze around, quickly sending Song Lian’Er into the carriage, checking the surroundings, not seeing the nightmarish figure, relieved slightly.
Then they proceeded, guiding the carriage towards a market area in the suburbs. He had other plans for Song Lian’Er, not to expose her to public view currently, moreover solving her identity issues.
...
After cultivating for an hour, Zhang Yi slowly gathered the Spiritual Mechanism around him, enveloped in thick mist, his eyes flickering with a trace of fragmented golden light.
"Dragon Gaze!"
Zhang Jian noticed the change in him.
Understanding this was the manifestation of the Flood Dragon bloodline forming Dragon Gaze—an aspect of Spiritual Gaze, possessing mystical powers naturally.
Zhang Yi suddenly spoke.
"Father, can I go swimming?"
His eyes gleamed with desire.
Zhang Jian did not obstruct, nodding lightly.
Zhang Yi’s eyes brightened.
Feeling distress, a longing for water suffused his skin, thus without hesitation, he leapt into the shallow waters.
Initially awkward in the shallows, soon he adapted swiftly, like a fish in water.
Zhang Jian observed, a smile emerging in his gaze.
Then, as his expression shifted, he noticed the bustling commotion shoreward, where a group approached with clattering and blowing trumpets.
In the lead were two middle-aged individuals, richly attired, cloaked in red silk, faces beaming with delight.
Zhang Jian glanced, familiar with the scene—an affluent family hiring a Feng Shui master to inspect a location.
The Feng Shui master chuckled, using Sound Transmission Dharma Gate, addressing a nearby affluent middle-aged man.
"Congratulations, Third Master Song, for finding such a treasured acupoint at Dingyuan Marquis’s Mansion. The descendants shall be overshadowed, commanding armies, as noble leaders!"
"Certainly, Brother Qiu. If moving graves proves beneficial, the Dingyuan Marquis shall not neglect you!"
The other, called Third Master Song, remained unchanged, despite being wealthy, his body exuded vigorous blood energy, with a trace of Evil Qi between his brows, evidently a well-practiced Body Refining Martial Artist.
A Military Family at Dingyuan Marquis’s Mansion.
This Dingyuan Marquis’s Mansion is deeply connected with Zhang Jian, provoking thoughts in his mind.
...
In the canal, after frolicking in the water, Zhang Yi was called back by Zhang Jian.
Zhang Yi was reluctant.
With Dragon Race bloodline, he was like a fish in water, not only playing, but cultivating was faster.
He eagerly presented to Zhang Jian, "Father, upon entering the water, I seem to have awakened a Divine Technique you’ve mentioned!"
Zhang Jian chuckled, perceiving it already, "Oh, what Divine Technique?"
"Related to water, seemingly able to sense surrounding water flow speed, Spiritual Mechanism in the Water Vein, and anticipate internal current changes!"
"That’s excellent!"
Zhang Jian patted his head, aware some specially gifted half-demons awakened one or several Talent Divine Techniques, like Exotic Beasts.
Which specific Divine Techniques and their functions vary by race, requiring consultation with Bai Liying, or his father-in-law Bai Nu.
Zhang Yi’s body contains Flood Dragon talents, possibly awakened by cultivating the "Nine Qi Essence True Scripture."
Zhang Jian knew Flood Dragon Race’s strongest talent was summoning rain and wind.
Summoning rain and wind isn’t ordinary, within the Dragon Race it’s Great Divine Techniques, enhancing bloodline purity, cultivating powerful dragon bodies, and wielding Innate wind and water powers at great depth.
Reflecting on these thoughts, Zhang Jian planned to consult Bai Liying later.
He led Zhang Yi, swiftly arriving at a barren mountain!
The place was deserted, but traces of human activity marked the ground.
Nearby, a Feng Shui acupoint was under construction.
Zhang Jian’s gaze briefly glanced, his expression slightly surprised.
"Flying Bird Spreading Wings Acupoint?"