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"Mr. Uehara Matsuda, this is our boss, a feng shui master, and this is his wife, Ms. Huang Quan. We can definitely help you with your matter, so please don't worry," Zhou Feiliu said to Uehara Matsuda with a smile in Japanese.

"You're the feng shui master? That's wonderful! It's a pleasure to meet you. Please take good care of me." Uehara Matsuda's eyes lit up, and he stood up and bowed deeply to the feng shui master.

"The Japanese are just so good at bowing," Feng Shui said helplessly.

"Looks like you can't understand Japanese," Huang Quan chuckled to himself.

“I didn’t understand the first part, but I did understand the second part, ‘Nice to meet you.’ Isn’t that a line that’s always in those Japanese dramas you watch?” Feng Shui said with a smile.

Kamiya Matsuda excitedly pulled out the blood-stained business card and handed it to Feng Shui. Feng Shui took it and saw that it was actually his own business card; he had initially thought it belonged to the Japanese man. However, when Feng Shui saw the bloodstains on the card, his brow furrowed.

"Who gave you this?" Feng Shui asked urgently, his expression serious.

Uebin Matsuda was startled and somewhat at a loss. Zhou Feiliu quickly told Feng Shui what Uebin Matsuda had just told her, and Feng Shui frowned even more deeply after hearing it.

“Chen Feier…is dead…” Feng Shui leaned back in his office chair, looking somewhat helpless, and sighed.

"Is it that beautiful woman who came here before?" Huang Quan asked curiously.

“Yes, it’s her. I know these are her bloodstains because I’ve seen them before,” Feng Shui said, frowning.

“She died far from home, her resentment must have been immense. This drop of blood is the condensation of her resentment at the time of her death. Let’s see what’s left inside,” Huang Quan reminded her.

“There are no clues, only an extreme fear of death, the kind of fear that humans can endure to the extreme. It seems she must have suffered greatly when she died,” Feng Shui sighed.

Uehara Matsuda seemed to understand the meaning of the feng shui saying, and said sadly, "I have never seen such a fearful look in your eyes before. It is truly terrifying."

"What did you see in that dark gray light?" Feng Shui asked, staring intently at Shang Binsongtian.

Uebin Matsuda didn't understand much Chinese and looked at Zhou Feiliu blankly. Zhou Feiliu smiled helplessly and translated for him. Uebin Matsuda nodded in understanding and was about to answer the feng shui question when the feng shui gestured to stop him.

Because Feng Shui felt that translating sentence by sentence was too troublesome, he directly used his spiritual sense to probe into the consciousness of Uehara Matsuda to see for himself.

Everywhere was filled with bloodshed. A dark gray light faintly enveloped a blurry face and a pair of sinister blue eyes, eyes filled with the aura of death, eyes that could drag one's soul into death.

At this point, the fragment of Shangbin Matsuda's consciousness was interrupted, and then it showed what happened after he escaped from the hospital. Feng Shui didn't continue watching because he sensed that the eye-like thing wasn't unique to this world.

"Pack your bags, we're going to Japan..." Feng Shui said to Zhou Feiliu as he stood up.

Zhou Feiliu barely suppressed her overwhelming joy. She knew that, thanks to the auspicious feng shui, she could once again travel to Japan. However, she was unaware that this trip to Japan would be an unknown and perilous journey.

2004-12-09 10:55:00

Part Two: Cultivation Array

Chapter Twenty-One: Magical Treasures

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The sky over the Yugawara district was so dark that time was lost, with layers of black clouds covering the sky. A faint, fishy smell wafted through the air, but it was impossible to pinpoint the source of the stench.

A huge hole was left in the dark clouds that covered Yugawara Town, stretching out in the center of the clouds like a skylight, revealing the pale white atmosphere outside the clouds. The whole celestial phenomenon looked particularly eerie.

The Japanese Self-Defense Forces and US troops stationed in Japan are making intensive deployments in the area surrounding Yugawara Town, creating a chaotic yet orderly scene. All exits from Yugawara Town are blocked by barbed wire with signs that read "No Entry," indicating that the area is under military control and no one is allowed to enter.

It should be nighttime, but the dark clouds over Yugawara Town made the sky even more pitch black. Feng Shui, Jiang Yao, and Huang Quan floated high in the air, looking down at the scene on the ground with puzzled expressions. Zhou Feiliu was currently standing on Feng Shui's black "illusion blade," clinging tightly to Feng Shui, who was also standing on the "illusion blade," as if grasping at a lifeline. However, she no longer seemed panicked as before, indicating that she now had some understanding of the cultivation world.

“There are five different auras in total,” Feng Shui said with a solemn expression.

“One scent is very familiar; it’s from Chiba Toichiro of the Senchen Ittō-ryū family, an exorcist of the Yin-Yang School. The other scent, which is very close to his, is emanating from a demon immortal from the Demon Realm.” Jiang Yao smiled, as if she didn’t care about these people at all.

"Hehe, the Chiba Toichiro you mentioned should be your junior, Li Zhanghao, right? How did he end up hanging out with the demon immortals from the Demon Realm?" Feng Shui asked Jiang Yao, finding it quite amusing.

"This... I have no idea. Another aura is very similar to that of the fallen demons in the Demon Realm, but it doesn't feel very pure..." Jiang Yao said, puzzled, as she sensed several different auras in the Yugawara Town area again.

“I know what the other two streams inside are. One is the aura of the Netherworld spirits sealed by the Netherworld. I think it should be one of the 108 original Netherworld spirits released by Zi Yang after breaking the Netherworld's restrictions. The other eighteen streams with the same aura should be cultivators from Japan. I feel that their aura fluctuations are very pure,” Feng Shui continued.

"How could Zi Yang possibly break through the restrictions of the Netherworld?" Huang Quan asked Feng Shui in shock.

"Hehe, some things were destined in ancient times. Don't be so nervous. You are no longer the master of the Netherworld, so why bother?" Feng Shui looked at Huang Quan and smiled gently.

Looking at Feng Shui's smile, Huang Quan forced a smile back, but couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.

"Boss, what exactly do you mean by all this?" Zhou Feiliu asked in a low voice.

"Hehe, don't call me boss anymore. According to the way people teach in the cultivation world, you should call me Master. However, my branch of the cultivation sect doesn't use the term Master. You can call me Feng Huan Sect." Feng Shui looked at Zhou Feiliu, who was clinging to him tightly, and said in a teacherly manner.

"What does 'Wind Illusion Sect' mean?" Zhou Feiliu asked, puzzled.

“Before I cultivated demonic arts, back to before I became a god, the cultivation sect I belonged to was different from other cultivation sects. Each generation's sect leader had a specific title, and I was the second generation, marked by the character ‘幻’ (illusion). ‘宗’ (sect) is a title, and my name is Feng Shui, so according to my name, title, and title, it is called Feng Huan Sect.” Feng Shui explained carefully.

"What a strange name," Zhou Feiliu remarked.

"Our lineage of cultivation doesn't have a specific name; the methods we cultivate are all determined by individual practice. The first generation was my friend, whose title was 'God,' followed by 'Illusion, Spirit, Change, Law, Emptiness, and Dao.' Your generation should be considered the 'Emptiness' generation, because after I became a True Immortal, there was no news of any other branches. Later, I descended to the mortal realm and met Feng Yileng, who naturally became the 'Change' branch. However, I heard that after him, there were disciples of the 'Law' generation, so your generation should only have 'Emptiness' as your title. From now on, your title will be 'Emptiness,'" Feng Shui thought for a moment and then explained.

“‘Xu’? That doesn’t sound very good. Does that mean I’ll have to be called ‘Zhou Xuliu’ from now on? That sounds awful,” Zhou Feiliu said with difficulty.

"There's nothing we can do about it, but you can still use your original name. However, if you encounter a fellow disciple, you'll have to state your title," Feng Shui said with a smile.

“Your lineage of cultivation sects is quite interesting,” Jiang Yao said with great interest.

"There's no way around it. Our branch doesn't have a specific sect name. It was formed by friends from the cultivation world in ancient times, so there's no hierarchical relationship between fellow disciples. However, we are very strict about the titles we use, because the order cannot be changed, which also indicates the difference in individual cultivation levels," Feng Shui said with a smile.

"Hehe, I didn't expect there to be such a strange sect in the cultivation world of ancient times." Huang Quan said with a smile, finding it amusing.

"What exactly do you mean by 'ancient times'?" Zhou Feiliu asked, even more puzzled.

"The 'ancient times' refer to the chaotic beginning of the universe, when this world did not yet exist. The 'primordial era' refers to the early formation of Earth, such as the era of gods like Pangu creating the world, as depicted in TV shows and movies. This is the primordial era of gods in this world. Next is the 'ancient era,' when the world was divided into heaven and earth, all things grew, life began to multiply, and the era of Yao, Shun, and Yu appeared, which is called the ancient era," Feng Shui explained.

"How amazing..." Zhou Feiliu exclaimed.

2004-12-09 10:56:00

"Is that amazing? The path of cultivation is not defined by the time system set by humans, but by one's own cultivation years, with each thousand years as a unit of cultivation, which ultimately determines the difference between the ancient, primordial, and prehistoric eras," Jiang Yao explained from the side.

"When I truly gain some skill, how many units will I need..." Zhou Feiliu said, almost in tears.

"Don't worry, the most important thing in cultivation is to have a good mentor, and then to have good methods and supreme and miraculous spiritual medicines to assist you. This will transform you and allow you to directly reach the realm of self-refinement," Huang Quan comforted him from the side.

“Refine yourself? I’ve heard of it. There’s an explanation of the path of cultivation in the ‘Post-Heavenly Narrative’. First, it’s ‘gathering the mind’, then ‘seeking the qi’, and then ‘concentrating the spirit, opening the apertures, opening the gates, building the foundation, obtaining the medicine, forming the elixir, refining yourself’…” Zhou Feiliu said excitedly.

"Hehe, that's just the cultivation process established by the later cultivation world after ancient times for before cultivating a true inner body Nascent Soul. The earlier cultivation world before ancient times had the purest explanation of these nine realms after cultivating the Nascent Soul. Once you have your own nascent form Nascent Soul, you will enter the Nascent Soul stage. This includes: Initial Formation, Condensation, Incarnation, Infant Soul, Piercing Immortality, Refining, and Ascending to Immortality. These are the seven realms. After you have cultivated the Ascending to Immortality realm, you can truly become a True Immortal," Feng Shui sighed.

"Is it really possible to cultivate into an immortal?" Zhou Feiliu asked, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Of course, with my guidance, becoming a true immortal is just around the corner, and I won't let you take too many detours," Feng Shui smiled.

"Can it last?" Zhou Feiliu suddenly recalled the question Sun Wukong had when he was learning his skills, and asked in a trembling voice.

"There's no such thing as a permanent explanation for something like 'lasting'; it can only be determined by your own cultivation and your understanding," Huang Quan said helplessly from the side.

"How many units do you need to cultivate to become a true immortal?" Zhou Feiliu asked excitedly.

"The previous sect leader of the Illusion Sect who cultivated to become a True Immortal used twenty units..." Feng Shui thought for a moment and said.

"Twenty units is twenty thousand years, my God..." Zhou Feiliu said dejectedly again.

"Hehe, don't worry, Feng Shui will teach you. Three or four units will be enough." Jiang Yao looked at Feng Shui mysteriously and smiled.

“Three or four units is still a long time…” Zhou Feiliu said dejectedly.

"Little girl, you should be secretly happy. The current sect leader of the Illusion Sect has already cultivated for nearly ten units, but is still hovering around the Ascension Realm," Huang Quan comforted her.

"No way..." Zhou Feiliu asked in surprise.

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. This is a sword forged in this world in ancient times. I'm giving it to you now so you can use it for self-defense. Consider it an introductory magic weapon I'm giving you. I've refined it again, so it's enough to save your life." Feng Shui flipped his hand, and a three-foot-long short sword that seemed to be ethereal appeared in his hand and was handed to Zhou Feiliu.

Zhou Feiliu took the three-foot-long short sword that shone like light. He felt an endless flow of energy in his hand, so much so that he couldn't hold it. His whole body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, and he was about to faint.

Jiang Yao, sensing something was wrong, quickly snatched the light blade from Zhou Feiliu's hands. Zhou Feiliu, feeling as if he had been skinned alive, barely managed to pull himself together.

"What kind of sword is this...?" Zhou Feiliu asked weakly, as if he were about to collapse.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you haven't started cultivating yet. I'm really sorry, I should enhance this sword again before you can use it," Feng Shui apologized apologetically.

"Shui Shui, you're really too reckless. This sword, let alone her, even an immortal might not be able to truly wield it," Jiang Yao complained.

"What kind of sword is it?" Zhou Feiliu asked in surprise.

Xuanyuan

"A sword!" Huang Quan exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the luminous blade in Jiang Yao's hand.

Jiang Yao brandished the light blade, and with a wave of her hand, a dazzling brilliance pierced through the dark clouds that shrouded the sky, tearing a wide, enormous rift in the clouds, as if the sky itself had been ripped apart.

"That's too exaggerated!" Zhou Feiliu exclaimed, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Jiang Yao sheathed the sword, then extended her left hand, tracing a purple mist across the blade. The blade immediately revealed its true form. One side of the blade was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, the other with mountains, rivers, and vegetation. One side of the hilt was inscribed with techniques of agriculture and animal husbandry, the other with strategies for unifying the world. The entire sword was shrouded in a faint purple glow, yet its true form remained clearly visible.

"It really is Xuanyuan."

"A sword!" Huang Quan exclaimed in shock once again.

2004-12-09 10:57:00

"Hehe, Ayao has already blessed this sword, so you should be able to use it now," Feng Shui said to Zhou Feiliu with a smile.

Zhou Feiliu took the "Xuanyuan" sword, which had already been blessed, from Jiang Yao's hands.

"Sword," his eyes were filled with shock. Although the feeling of being crushed was gone, he could still feel the vast power shrouded in the purple light.

Xuanyuan

"A sword!" Zhou Feiliu could hardly believe his ears, his voice trembling violently as he repeatedly stroked the Xuanyuan sword.

sword.

"You are truly generous to your disciple. With this sword, even immortals would have to be wary," Huang Quan said admiringly, looking at the feng shui.

"Hehe, this is just a pseudo-divine artifact from ancient times, nothing special," Feng Shui said, scratching his head sheepishly.

At this moment, Jiang Yao took out a ring from her pocket, which emitted a purple glow and had a lifelike butterfly engraved on it, and handed it to Zhou Feiliu.

“Since Feng Shui has already gifted you a magical artifact, I can’t be stingy with my little sister. This is a magical artifact I used before, which I’ve already blessed. It was originally a storage artifact, but it’s no longer of any use to me. Now I’m giving it to you. As long as you think about what you want to put in it, it will naturally be stored in this ring.” Jiang Yao smiled and slipped the ring onto Zhou Feiliu’s right ring finger.

Zhou Feiliu looked at the ring on her hand, her eyes filled with emotion and excitement. Then, her thoughts shifted, and she grasped the "Xuanyuan" ring in her left hand...

The sword vanished instantly, followed by a purple halo emanating from the ring on his right hand. Zhou Feiliu's thoughts shifted again, and another purple halo appeared on the ring. Xuanyuan...

The sword reappeared in her left hand.

"Sister Jiang Yao, thank you so much." Zhou Feiliu excitedly wanted to hug Jiang Yao, but found that he was standing on the feng shui 'illusion blade' and almost fell from the sky.

Fortunately, Huang Quan helped her up. Zhou Feiliu thanked Huang Quan gratefully, looked at the purple ring on her finger, and then looked at Jiang Yao with a touched gaze, but Jiang Yao only smiled slightly.

“Since A Yao has given you a magical treasure, I can’t be an exception. A Yao’s ring is called the ‘Butterfly God Ring.’ I’ll also give you a necklace. Although the design is a bit old, I think it will be helpful for your future cultivation,” Huang Quan said with a smile.

Huang Quan then took out a necklace made of fifty black diamonds from her pocket and put it around Zhou Feiliu's neck. Among the fifty black diamonds, there seemed to be a faint, shimmering white substance, though its exact nature was unclear. However, Zhou Feiliu knew the value of black diamonds and was overjoyed, repeatedly thanking Huang Quan.