But I am truly capable of selecting positions and setting up rituals according to Feng Shui phenomena to invoke movements. I am truly skilled in this.
But the more skilled I am, the less I dare to misuse it. Maybe the corpse has already drifted away and is not here anymore? Also, there are many burial mounds nearby, and the situation in the river is unclear. If a ritual is really set up, what if it doesn’t summon that corpse but instead summons some inexplicable thing?
"Let’s cross the bridge, we’ll walk back from the other side."
Li Zhiyuan went up onto the bridge, which was a concrete slab bridge with no railings, three slabs wide.
When he reached the middle of the bridge, Li Zhiyuan suddenly felt a change in the surrounding atmosphere, and looked down to see the Compass needle also showing disturbances.
While reciting "Liu’s Qi Observation Technique" in his mind, he turned around on the spot and then stopped, looking at the compass needles in the large and small circles, starting to calculate.
Run Sheng stood by silently, while Tan Wenbin curiously craned his neck to sneak a peek, thinking that Xiao Yuan holding the Compass and turning around looked so stylish. It’s just a pity he is a bit young—if he were older, what small factory boss wouldn’t invite him to come and do a turn before opening?
Li Zhiyuan stamped his foot. Previously, while walking along the riverbank, he didn’t feel anything, but after getting on this bridge, he realized that its location was right at a strategic point to constrain a dragon-like force.
Although it was a small river, and the dragon was as small as it could get, the pattern was complete.
Looking at the surrounding environment, it was really rare to see bridges built at the bend of a river—they were usually on straight sections.
However, even if it was a strategic point, it wasn’t anything special, let alone an Evil Qi spot.
But if someone intended to use it and deliberately turned this place into an Evil Qi spot...
Li Zhiyuan lowered his head and looked at the concrete slab under his feet, saying, "Brother Runsheng, go to the riverbank and look under the bridge, right where I’m standing now."
Tan Wenbin put down his things and hurried down the bridge. When he reached the riverbank and couldn’t see clearly, he waded into the river without a second thought.
Although it was a small river, the middle was still pretty deep, and if there were any concealed sinkholes, they could easily engulf an adult.
Run Sheng crouched at the edge of the bridge and reminded him, "Be careful, don’t make us have to fish you out later."
"The mud under this river is so deep, I’ve only just reached the riverbank," said Tan Wenbin, carefully taking steps forward. His mentality was that he had finally gotten a ticket to the amusement park, so he might as well actively enjoy the experience to justify the ticket price.
Finally, he didn’t dare go any further. Although he was still quite far away, he could see clearly under the bridge. He raised his head, his eyes bulging, and then he took a few steps back, shouting to the people above:
"Brother Xiao Yuan, there are big iron nails, nailed to the underside of the bridge, right under your feet."
"Are there seven of them?"
"Ah?" Tan Wenbin took a couple more steps forward, maintaining his balance while counting, "Yes, seven."
"Is the area around the nails red?"
"Yes, it’s red, like it’s been painted with red lacquer."
What was originally a common strategic point had been altered to directly become a dragon bleeding point.
Li Zhiyuan turned around and looked towards the bend of the river. The life energy of this river section was flowing out here, and the Evil Qi was being intercepted, which amounted to a Fengshui Formation using the natural environment.
But why didn’t he notice anything unusual on his way here previously?
Li Zhiyuan immediately thought of a possibility: the Evil Qi had been absorbed by the corpse!
With interception and absorption, it became a dynamic cycle here.
No wonder villagers saw the corpse and then it disappeared; because it surfaced when absorbing the Evil Qi and then sank after finishing.
So, this was not some simple task of salvaging a floating body, this was someone setting up an arrangement for corpse cultivation here!
Li Zhiyuan realized that approaching the issue as if he were on the evil side and working backward seemed to yield a high success rate.
But he wasn’t particularly pleased—instead, he felt a bit troubled. Why could he so easily put himself in the opposing perspective?
Moreover, this Fengshui Formation was arranged in such a petty manner.
Using Grandmaster’s words often spoken at the dinner table: come on, are you only doing this much? Are you raising fish?
If it were up to him to arrange it, he would’ve made more alterations at several points, at least bringing the external Evil Qi into a counteraction, making it a true catalyst for corpse cultivation. Now, this technique was only suitable for preserving a corpse.
"It seems the books you’ve been reading are of poor quality."
Li Zhiyuan slapped his forehead: What on earth am I thinking?
No, it wasn’t his fault, it was Wei Zhengdao’s fault.
He had only read the concepts in books and had not felt deeply, but once he really started to practice, the wrong feelings emerged. Wei Zhengdao’s books were all about the "Righteous" content, teaching you only how to represent the Righteous side to subdue the corpse.
However, much of this guy’s narrative and content layout allowed for reverse engineering, and many ostensibly just prohibitions and mistakes, if used the other way round, would result in the extreme opposite.
This guy, under the guise of the Righteous flag, was actually going against the Righteous path.
"Xiao Yuan, are you okay?" Run Sheng asked with some concern.
"Brother Runsheng, I’m fine, this place has been arranged by someone..."
"Wait for me, wait for me, let’s talk when I get there!"
Tan Wenbin shouted while running back frantically, waving his hands, afraid of missing out on this segment.
But his shoes and pants were soaked, and as he ran quickly, he stumbled and almost lost his balance upon reaching Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng.
If Run Sheng wasn’t strong enough to grab him, they all might have been knocked into the river.
"Hehehe, sorry, sorry," said Tan Wenbin as he squatted down, squeezing the water out of his pants, "Now you can talk."