frightfiction #423 - Something is wrong with the spiritual world!
#423 - Something is wrong with the spiritual world!
Chapter 420: The Strange Spiritual World!
Mr. Wu-Liu was somewhat doubtful, his heart filled with confusion. Logically speaking, Zhang Chen should be mentally exhausted at this point. Even if not mentally exhausted, he should be listless, right? Why is he now radiant, as if he's taken a great tonic?
"Someone, quickly send a message to the heir apparent, asking if he has sensed any changes." After pondering for a moment, Mr. Wu-Liu instructed the guard, then turned to glance at the Taoist temple behind him before getting into the carriage and leaving.
In this freezing cold winter, he didn't want to continue waiting in the cold wind. Cultivators aren't immune to heat and cold; they still feel cold and hot. Only those who have cultivated to the Yang God stage, capable of manipulating the various energies of heaven and earth, can truly be unafraid of heat and cold.
Time flew by, and three more days passed.
Mr. Wu-Liu stood in the courtyard, opened the letter, and, upon seeing its contents, was stunned in place: "It shouldn't be! The Feng Shui Grand Formation has already begun to operate, and the destiny has been reversed and stolen. How can there be no reaction at all? Could it be that there's a problem with the Feng Shui Grand Formation?"
Thinking of Zhang Chen's radiant appearance, Mr. Wu-Liu began to doubt his life, a hint of anxiety in his eyes. He shouted to the guard outside the door, "Prepare the carriage! I'm going to He Lu Temple!"
The carriage rumbled to He Lu Temple. Mr. Wu-Liu stood outside the gate, his eyes fixed on the direction of He Lu Temple, his hands tucked into his sleeves, observing the operation of the Feng Shui Grand Formation's aura.
"It shouldn't be! According to the current aura, the Feng Shui Grand Formation of He Lu Temple should already be in operation!" Mr. Wu-Liu muttered to himself. However, he couldn't quite understand it, so he could only personally step forward to knock on the door, wanting to enter the Taoist temple for an inspection to see if there really was a problem with the Feng Shui Grand Formation.
Along with the sound of knocking, Zhang Chen, inside the house, put down the book in his hand and impatiently shouted towards the door, "Who is it! Disturbing my peace early in the morning."
"It's me! I'm here to deliver charcoal and quilts. Previously, an expert in the Prince's Residence predicted the secrets of heaven, saying that there will be a blizzard in the next few days, so I'm here to transport more coal to prevent you from freezing," Mr. Wu-Liu said outside the door.
Zhang Chen opened the door and saw Mr. Wu-Liu wrapped in a fur hat, standing quietly outside the gate. Frost hung on the hat, and behind him, a dozen or so workers held baskets of coal, standing in respectful rows.
"The Prince's Residence still has some conscience," Zhang Chen said with a smile.
Mr. Wu-Liu ignored Zhang Chen's rudeness and said to the guard beside him, "Move the coal in!"
Hearing this, Zhang Chen looked at Mr. Wu-Liu with a surprised expression: "Why aren't I moving it myself this time? Aren't you afraid of disturbing the peace within the Taoist temple?"
His voice carried a hint of sarcasm, his intriguing gaze sizing up Mr. Wu-Liu. Mr. Wu-Liu didn't seem to hear the meaning in Zhang Chen's words, but slowly walked into the courtyard, beckoning a group of servants to carry the coal to the backyard.
Walking through the Taoist temple, Mr. Wu-Liu had already sensed something was wrong. The power of the Feng Shui Grand Formation in the void circulated, constantly assaulting him. He immediately knew that there was no problem with the Feng Shui Grand Formation; it was operating smoothly.
Since the Feng Shui Grand Formation was fine, where did the problem lie?
Mr. Wu-Liu turned his gaze to Zhang Chen. If there was nothing wrong with the Feng Shui Grand Formation, then the problem must be with Zhang Chen himself.
Mr. Wu-Liu's clear black and white eyes sized up Zhang Chen. Seeing Zhang Chen's rosy complexion and smooth aura, completely lacking the listless appearance, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
This couldn't be blamed on Zhang Chen. He had originally been trying to appear listless, but the benefits he had gained in the spiritual world were too great, and he couldn't digest them for a while, so it showed on his face. Especially after the blood path evolved again, when Zhang Chen returned to the material world, the power within the blood-colored crystal core fed back into his physical body, and Zhang Chen couldn't completely suppress this blood path instinct. However, Zhang Chen was now working hard to adapt to the changes brought about by the crystal core, and in another two or three days, he would be able to sort it out and suppress it, at which point he would be able to conceal it without any flaws.
"What are you looking at, sir?" Seeing Mr. Wu-Liu's staring gaze on him, Zhang Chen naturally knew why the other party was staring at him, but he still knowingly asked.
Mr. Wu-Liu sized up Zhang Chen, feeling uncertain, so he leaned forward and ingratiated himself: "I also have some knowledge of cultivation techniques and can feel someone's bones and determine their aptitude. I remember that the Prince's Residence has a set of excellent cultivation secrets. Why don't I feel your bones to see what your aptitude is and whether you have a connection with that cultivation secret? If it's a good match, I'll persuade the Prince to bring that secret to apologize to you."
Hearing this, Zhang Chen's heart stirred. This was an opportunity to deceive the other party. He had already comprehended some of the mysteries of reversing yin and yang and could take the opportunity to use some means to deceive him.
"If you have such an idea, sir, that would be wonderful. Please fulfill my request," Zhang Chen said, opening his arms for Mr. Wu-Liu to touch. At this moment, yin and yang energies flowed within Zhang Chen's body, reversing the aura in his body.
Hearing this, Mr. Wu-Liu was not polite and directly stepped forward to touch Zhang Chen's body, sensing the situation within Zhang Chen's body. The next moment, Mr. Wu-Liu frowned: "Something's wrong! This kid's aura is chaotic, clearly affected by the Feng Shui Grand Formation. As for the healthy flush on his face? It's clearly a morbid flush. Like a cold and fever, a blush appears on the face, clearly burned."
Mr. Wu-Liu sensed the aura in Zhang Chen's body, which was the same principle as a fever, only feeling that Zhang Chen's body was in a similar condition.
"There's nothing wrong with this kid's body either!" Mr. Wu-Liu stroked Zhang Chen's bones. He had originally thought that it was Zhang Chen's problem, that the other party was secretly playing tricks, but now, after stroking them, he discovered that Zhang Chen was also a victim.
But if there was no problem with Zhang Chen, where did the energy transformed by the Feng Shui Grand Formation go?
"How is it?" Zhang Chen looked at Mr. Wu-Liu, who was touching him here and there, and impatiently asked.
Mr. Wu-Liu withdrew his hand, his face full of regret: "Little Taoist, I have already felt your bones, but unfortunately, you have no connection with the cultivation formula in my Prince's Residence, so I can't pass that secret on to you."
Hearing this, Zhang Chen looked disappointed: "That's a pity."
Mr. Wu-Liu confirmed that it wasn't Zhang Chen's problem and suspected that there was a problem with the Feng Shui Grand Formation. Too lazy to deal with Zhang Chen, he said a few words at random, found an excuse to stroll around, and went to investigate the Feng Shui Grand Formation.
Mr. Wu-Liu's actions couldn't be concealed from Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen looked at Mr. Wu-Liu's actions, a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, which then disappeared without a trace.
Mr. Wu-Liu inspected the Taoist temple for most of the day but never noticed the problem. He felt that his cultivation was not up to par, so he hurriedly bid farewell and left, preparing to go back and deduce and look for some information to see if his method of changing fate was wrong.
Zhang Chen sent Mr. Wu-Liu to the gate, watching Mr. Wu-Liu's hurried and embarrassed appearance, shaking his head, closing the gate, and returning to the house to ponder how to deal with the Pingbian Prince's Residence.
The next day, late at night, the sky began to snow heavily.
Zhang Chen's bloodline had now transformed, and his senses were stronger than others. He pushed open the window, looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes: "This is the time to drink wine!"
"A bit interesting, it really snowed!" Zhang Chen took a red clay stove, directly boiled wine and beef, drinking while admiring the scenery outside the window.
"It's almost the New Year, right? It's been a long time since I've seen my younger brother and sister," Zhang Chen missed them very much.
Zhang Chen raised his head, his eyes looking at the snowflakes falling in front of the stove, muttering to himself, "Soon! Soon! When I overturn the big mountain of the Pingbian Prince's Residence, then we can reunite."
"The Pingbian Prince's Residence and the Yellow Sky Dao are two big mountains pressing on my head. If I can't overturn them, I won't have a good life in the future," Zhang Chen muttered, his heart full of worries, because these two big mountains were really hard to overturn.
"I still need to borrow strength. If I can make the Pingbian Prince's Residence and the Yellow Sky Dao turn against each other, it will be twice the result with half the effort for me," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
After thinking for a long time without any clue, Zhang Chen returned to the house and sat cross-legged in meditation, then mobilized his mental power again, preparing to enter the void of fixed state to see how the Primordial Peacock and the Longevity Ancestor were doing.
That Violet Firmament Divine Thunder should have stopped by now, right?
Along with Zhang Chen's meditation and cultivation, he tried again to enter the second heaven of the spiritual world, and then Zhang Chen only felt a darkness in front of him, and came to a mysterious world. His eyes looked at the distant scenery, and he was stunned in place.
What came into view was a boundless sea, but this sea was pitch black, and Zhang Chen was standing above the sea at this time.
"That's not right! Isn't this Qingcheng Mountain? Logically speaking, the second time I enter the spiritual world, I should enter Qingcheng Mountain, so why did I come to this boundless sea?" A look of bewilderment appeared in Zhang Chen's eyes, his heart full of doubts.
"Old Bi Deng, what's going on?" Zhang Chen dragged out the Great Free Heavenly Demon and asked.
The Great Free Heavenly Demon looked at Zhang Chen with strange eyes, and said in a faint voice: "Do you think there might be a possibility that the place you went to before was not the second heaven of the spiritual world? And what we are seeing now is the real second heaven of the spiritual world?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then recalled what happened when he went to the Primordial Era. He couldn't help but shudder, his tone changed, and he tentatively asked: "You're not going to say that the place I went to before was actually a certain era, right?"
The Great Free Heavenly Demon nodded: "That's right, it's an era that has been buried in the depths of time!"
"Then why didn't you remind me? Maybe I could have made more arrangements!" Zhang Chen was immediately unhappy, glaring at the Great Free Heavenly Demon, his voice full of complaints.