Lei Jun, full of interest, peered down into the deep valley below. “Is it down there?”
A fierce gust of wind blasted upward from the fissure in the valley floor. Lei Jun took a few steps back, waiting for the violent earth vein energy to subside.
He swept his gaze around.
Near Qiluo Valley, there was no sign of anyone else or any unusual phenona. In fact, the main peak seed quiet, with only a faint treasure light flickering in the distance.
Lei Jun wasn’t interested in the main peak.
Although his Moderate On fortune slip didn’t indicate any urgent ti constraints, the disturbances in Qiluo Valley were already in motion. There was no need to complicate things.
It wasn’t that he looked down on the possible Eighth-Grade Opportunity at the main peak. But if he went there and lost the Third-Grade Opportunity in Qiluo Valley to soone else, that would be a waste.
The difference between a Third-Grade and an Eighth-Grade Opportunity was clear.
Besides, the main peak might co with trouble.
The trouble likely wasn’t a natural disaster caused by the earth vein tremors. It was probably human-made.
His fortune was a Moderate On, which ant that unless sothing drastic happened, he wouldn’t face any life-threatening danger. But Lei Jun wasn’t interested in pushing his luck.
He preferred to secure his Supre Good On quietly.
That said, what wasn’t dangerous for him might be dangerous for the Yuhe Sect disciples.
So, Lei Jun gave them a quick warning. Whether they listened or not was up to them.
As the chaotic spiritual energy pouring from the fissure cald, Lei Jun wasted no ti.
After taking a final look around, he leapt into the crack.
Darkness engulfed his vision. Lei Jun didn’t bother lighting a fla or casting lightning. Instead, he tossed a few spirit talismans downward.
As they left his hand, the talismans glowed, faintly illuminating the surroundings. Though they didn’t dispel the darkness entirely, it was enough to see.
After a careful search, finding nothing unusual, Lei Jun descended further.
The deeper he went, the stronger the resistance beca.
Chaotic spiritual energy flows resisted his descent, occasionally forming whirlpools that tried to drag him down faster.
Stabilizing himself, Lei Jun continued his search.
Suddenly, he no longer needed a light source. Tiny points of light shimred below.
As he drew closer, he saw a vast underground dark river. But this river wasn’t made of water—it was a surging, chaotic flow of earth vein energy.
The earth vein energy flowed endlessly, like a roaring river. Looking left or right, he couldn’t see its origin or end.
“Earth vein spiritual energy usually flows subtly, following natural paths,” Lei Jun muttered. “But this kind of concentrated, chaotic flow is rare.”
It didn’t seem natural. It looked more like sothing man-made.
The source of the disturbance might not be here in Youpeng Mountain. It could be from sowhere nearby—or even far away.
Earth veins were like the ridians of a human body: mysterious and intricate. A disturbance in one place could ripple through the entire system.
Those who could most easily affect the earth veins and the nation’s fortune were undoubtedly the Tang Emperor.
Was this the emperor’s doing?
Hard to say.
The Tang Emperor had already made several bold moves recently.
Would the noble families sit back and do nothing?
For so reason, Ye Cheng’s composed, smiling face flashed through Lei Jun’s mind.
Ye Cheng alone wasn’t enough to challenge the emperor. But he never acted alone.
Confucianism was the dominant force of the ti, even surpassing Daoism, Buddhism, Martial Arts, and Witchcraft.
“The Tang Empire is ruled jointly by noble families and the emperor.”
This saying wasn’t just rhetoric—it was a fact.
The emperor had struck at the right mont. The Lin Clan of Jiangzhou, one of the most powerful families, was leaderless and in chaos. This weakened a cornerstone of power in the empire.
But the noble families weren’t blind to the emperor’s moves.
The battle for succession in the Lin Clan had drawn in many factions. Everyone hoped the new clan leader would favor them.
If their influence ran as deep within Tianshi Mansion as it did in the noble clans, the succession of the new Tianshi would also draw significant attention.
The emperor’s move against the Lin Clan was strategic.
But the noble families wouldn’t ignore the imperial family either.
The emperor won’t have everything his way… Lei Jun shook his head, focusing his thoughts.
A sudden insight struck him.
In the chaotic earth vein energy, he noticed a faint glimr of light drifting along the flow.
The light wasn’t conspicuous, and its spiritual essence seed weak.
Yet, Lei Jun felt a strong urge to capture it.
As soon as the thought arose, he acted.
He flung out the Breath-Taking Flag. A dull yellow glow condensed into threads of spiritual earth, reaching into the chaotic flow.
The torrent scattered the threads, but the flag’s power kept creating new ones, forming a persistent net.
Finally, the net snagged the drifting light!
With a flick of his wrist, Lei Jun drew the light from the flow, bringing it safely before him.
“Another lucky catch, like that ti with the Fire Marrow Yangfish,” Lei Jun chuckled. “Good thing I never co up empty-handed.”
Holding the captured light, he refrained from touching it directly, opting to observe it first.
The light, once subdued in the flow, now flickered intensely. A powerful, almost nacing spiritual essence emanated from it.
Not hostility—just the natural balance of calm and storm, like the world itself.
Lei Jun’s curiosity grew.
He finally touched the light with his own mana.
The light shimred and solidified into a thin, square sheet.
It resembled a page, delicate as a cicada’s wing. It wasn’t transparent, nor did it have any writing, but it radiated a subtle glow.
As he studied it, he sensed profound Daoist truths within.
“A page from a Daoist scripture?” he wondered.
There was only one page now.
His Supre Good On fortune had hinted at future possibilities. Would this page evolve? Or were there more pages out there?
Frowning in thought, Lei Jun carefully wrapped the page with the Breath-Taking Flag.
He rose out of the fissure, away from the chaotic energy.
The valley had returned to a deceptive calm.
The earth vein disturbance might have been man-made. Best to leave for now.
The mysterious page could wait for a safer ti.
According to his fortune slip, this Third-Grade Opportunity held no imdiate dangers.
This page was likely an unintended byproduct of the disturbance.
Had he not been here, it would have drifted away unnoticed.
Erging from the fissure, Lei Jun saw Youpeng Mountain restored to calm.
But the valley, once serene, was now shattered.
He sighed and lit three sticks of incense:
One for the heavens.
One for the earth veins.
One for the valley that had given him two great opportunities.
After checking his belongings, he prepared to leave.
But—
“Hm?”
Lei Jun’s eyes narrowed.
His solemn mood vanished, replaced by sharp alertness.
Soone was entering Qiluo Valley.
In these troubled tis, they were more likely foe than friend.
Lei Jun remained calm, quietly hiding in the forest.
Activating the Wind Thunder Talisman, he lded into the shadows.
As expected, several figures approached cautiously, hiding their presence.
They surrounded the valley, taking vantage points to watch from above.
Finally, a group entered through the valley entrance.
They wore fitted combat gear—Confucian cultivators by the look of it.
The leader, a middle-aged scholar, scanned the valley with eyes sharp as lightning.
“Where is he?” he asked.
Behind him, a few younger scholars guarded a grey-robed Daoist child—He Bin from the Yuhe Sect.
“T-this morning, he was here. The Daoist Lei should still be… down there?” He Bin stamred, glancing nervously at the fissure.
A young scholar scowled. “Vague answers will get you killed.”
He Bin flattered, “I wouldn’t dare lie to the Gao Clan of Zezhou.”
Zezhou Gao Clan…
Lei Jun recognized the na. A powerful clan from the north, closely allied with the Jinzhou Ye Clan.
The middle-aged scholar frowned. “If you hadn’t killed that other Yuhe Sect Daoist, we’d know more.”
His son bowed. “I was wrong, Father.”
He Bin shivered, regretting his decision to follow Chen Xi to the main peak.
Now, Lei Jun was their real target.
The middle-aged scholar decided. “We’ll wait. If he cos up, we strike.”
They spread out, bows ready.
Still hidden, Lei Jun raised a short club and approached a sentry from behind.
Calmly, he swung it down onto the man’s head.
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