Zhang Chen walked back from Wang Wu’s house, halfway through, he suddenly saw the village chief accompanying a middle-aged man with a yellow square scarf on his head entering from outside the village. The man was thin and wrapped in a robe that was neither gray nor gray. Although the robe was simple and old, it had no patches.
Especially the yellow square scarf on the man’s head, which was very eye-catching, involuntarily attracting people’s attention.
His eyes shimmered with golden light, there was no airflow around the man, clearly an ordinary person.
Zhang Chen saw the man and the village chief, and the village chief also saw Zhang Chen, waving at him from afar.
Zhang Chen walked over, and before he got close, the village chief spoke: "Today I invited a distinguished guest, do you have any prey?"
Zhang Chen responded calmly: "In these times, who can still set traps in the mountains? It’s not enough with those villagers stealing them. I’m surviving on grass roots and tree bark now."
The village chief spat in response: "This damned world, how could there be a drought just like that?"
He turned to Zhang Chen again: "But don’t worry, our village is blessed. I spent a lot of money and invited the most renowned Feng Shui Master, Master Chen, from the city. Once Master Chen finds the water veins in our village and I draw well water, you won’t have to die of thirst!"
Zhang Chen was taken aback: "Feng Shui Master? Is there Feng Shui in this world?"
"You better hunt more, sell more money, so you won’t be starved for water when the time comes! How pitiful it would be to have water but still die of thirst," the village chief said with a smile.
Hearing the village chief’s words, Zhang Chen couldn’t help but be surprised: "So he’s actually planning to sell water! I thought he was spending his own money to do good for the villagers."
As Zhang Chen was lost in thought, the village chief had already addressed the man: "Please, Mr. Chen."
The two walked away, and Zhang Chen watched their backs, countless thoughts swirling in his mind: "Feng Shui Master? There really are Feng Shui Techniques in this world? I wonder if it’s the same as in the past life, or if the Feng Shui Techniques in this world are genuine."
But such things were too far from himself, and Zhang Chen wasn’t in the mood to care. He just wanted to probe the Fox Spirit’s intentions, rid himself of its oppression, then dig up the great tomb and claim the Creation inside, nothing more!
And so, after parting from the two, Zhang Chen pondered to himself:
"That Feng Shui Master’s demeanor seems somewhat extraordinary! It’s just that the world is full of people with empty reputations and facades, search for dragons and fixing veins is just empty talk, Feng Shui Techniques were so prosperous in later times, yet no true superpowers ever manifested. But Feng Shui Techniques aren’t completely useless, building according to Feng Shui patterns makes a house more comfortable to live in, helps you sleep better, keeps you clear-headed, that’s all true. But as for other abilities, I’ve never seen them."
"In later times, various magnetic fields have been studied, and Feng Shui Techniques are merely a type of man-made magnetic field, but to say it can find underground water is nothing short of a myth. People aren’t machines; how can they sense underground water meters below? Even drilling wells in later times was up to chance, whether or not water could be struck was all left to fate," Zhang Chen thought to himself, dismissing the matter, it’s just a mere Feng Shui Master.
Returning home, he saw that the Hunting Falcon in the cage had somehow escaped, breaking many bowls and plates. Looking at the mess of shards all over, Zhang Chen didn’t bother to tidy up: "Sooner or later, I’ll flee to escape the drought, so what’s the point? Besides, I’m about to fight the Fox Spirit, if I lose, it’ll be all over anyway."
Zhang Chen turned his gaze to the water tank, then after a moment’s consideration, he covered the lid of the tank. In the next moment, a ray of Golden Light shot from his palm, infusing the tank, enveloping the entire water tank and its lid.
Then Zhang Chen also wrapped his valuable possessions: the tiger skin cloak, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, jerky, and the rice jar, all in Golden Light. At this point, Zhang Chen finally noticed that the Golden Light in his Dantian seemed to be consumed, roughly a tenth was used, but as he breathed, the consumed Golden Light quickly recovered, it would take about an hour to fully restore.
He didn’t reinforce the walls with Golden Light, to avoid prematurely alarming the Fox Spirit and preventing it from coming in.
"It seems there’s indeed a consumption when I usually use the Golden Light, it’s just that the consumption is so little that it can’t keep up with my recovery rate, so it appears as if there’s no consumption at all," Zhang Chen speculated.
With his Dharma Eye open, looking at the items in the room wrapped in Golden Light, Zhang Chen’s eyes showed a touch of pride: "Damn Fox Spirit, let’s see where your limits lie, if this is your limit, then your end is near, in the future I’ll turn serf and sing! If I can master the Fox Spirit, won’t I have as many resources as I want in this chaotic world? Want to loot someone’s house? Then I can clean them out!"
Zhang Chen stood by the partition wall, poked a hole to peek through, but saw the next room was empty, the Fox Spirit and Zhang Chen weren’t home, clearly still at study and hadn’t returned.
"Hongxiu Adds Fragrance, warm jade in arms, this is the treatment of a protagonist! Really makes one envious!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself, then looked at the dust-covered room, the next moment a stream like a Spiritual Snake emerged from the water tank, then turned into a water ball the size of a basin that rolled continuously within the room, sweeping the dust along wherever it went, before long the water ball turned into a murky dirty water ball.
With a thought from Zhang Chen’s mind, the water ball enveloped with dust came to the stove, then the water Qi and dust separated, a mass of clean pure water once again suspended in front of Zhang Chen.
Looking at the dusty, footprint-covered tiger skin cloak on the wall, Zhang Chen couldn’t help but reveal a trace of heartache, it’s a fine thing, truly a fine thing, then the water ball automatically rolled up to wash it back and forth, not long after, not only was the tiger skin cloak cleaned to a spotless, new-like state, even the fur was neatly groomed, shimmering with a bright sparkle.
The leather can’t be water-washed, but with Zhang Chen’s mastery of the Water Control Technique, he could control the water to not seep into the leather.
"This is real dry cleaning," Zhang Chen looked at the neat and new cloak, his eyes showing satisfaction, then dispersed the water ball, letting it seep into the ground.
Glancing over the broken pots scattered on the ground, he ignored them, directly went to the desk, cleared the broken pieces off the desk, then laid out white paper and practiced calligraphy with pen and ink.
Zhang Chen practiced about three hundred characters, at this moment a sound came from next door, he saw the bookworm Zhang Chen carrying a white-furred fox returning home.
Zhang Chen’s heart stirred, but he continued practicing calligraphy without stopping, in this moment he heard the praying voice of the bookworm from next door: "Immortal, this humble one hasn’t had roasted chicken for some time, if you bestow food today, please gift me a roasted chicken! I’m tired of rice, can you bestow a pancake?"
Since washing the marrow and cleansing the body, Zhang Chen felt his hearing greatly improved, though the next door’s voice was small, he caught it.
Hearing the prayers of the impoverished scholar Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen’s brush paused, a blotch of ink fell on the white paper, instantly turning it dirty: "You damn well should thank me! This impoverished scholar is getting more outrageous, actually starting to order food now!"
This behavior even made Zhang Chen laugh in disbelief.
"Damn impoverished scholar, damn Fox Spirit, I want to see how you cope this time!" Zhang Chen pulled out the soiled white paper, laid out a new sheet, and continued practicing the Calligraphy Guide.
After the scholar prayed, he finally heard a rustling sound from next door, the impoverished scholar opened the door and walked out, his voice passed through the wall: "Just hope my wish comes true, it’s been a while since I had roasted chicken!"
Listening to the sound of the impoverished scholar leaving, Zhang Chen’s heart stirred slightly, his eyes revealed anticipation: "I want to see if that damn Fox Spirit has any other abilities, if there’s nothing new to deal with this, it means the Fox Spirit is at its wit’s end, then it’ll be hunting time!"
As Zhang Chen contemplated, golden light automatically surged in his abdomen, infusing his eyes, he saw the golden light flicker automatically in his eyes, and Zhang Chen knew the Fox Spirit had arrived!