Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 524 - 259. The Latent Powers of the Celestial Master Mansion (Combined Chapter)_2

Chapter 524: 259. The Latent Powers of the Celestial Master Mansion (Combined Chapter)_2

Each character had been a blend of Lei Jun’s Taoist magical power and the brush-and-ink techniques he previously obtained from the Jinzhou Ye Clan, then recreated afresh. They differed from the typical Daoist Talismans, but at the same time, they possessed the ingenious subtleties of both Taoist and Confucian lines of transmission.

He wrote more and more characters.

The paper made from the spring water spread wider and wider as well.

At last, it all accumulated and was bound to look like a thick book.

When everything came to an end, several hefty tomes were stacked thickly before Lei Jun.

And under the illumination of Lei Jun’s Heaven-piercing Earth-penetrating Taliscript, these volumes gradually began to compress and concentrate once again.

Until they reached the size of just a single sheet of paper.

This sheet turned into a stream of flowing light and darted into Lei Jun’s left eye, into his Heaven-piercing Earth-penetrating Taliscript.

"It’s forming a bit of a shape now, at least it’s a start," Lei Jun nodded in satisfaction, "But it still needs more refining and improvement."

He looked at the Spirit Star Spring in front of him and couldn’t help shaking his head slightly.

Because he had been circulating his mana far too urgently and for too long; as time passed, this spring had actually been drained dry by him.

Luckily, the spring hadn’t truly withered—there remained water slowly building up, and the pace was now accelerating.

With some peaceful rest, the Spirit Star Spring would soon return to its former state.

Lei Jun, who had been sitting cross-legged, stood up and made a Taoist salute to the spring before him.

Then, just as Lei Jun was about to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Focusing his gaze, he discovered that after the pool had temporarily dried, ink-written characters emerged on the stone of the spring.

"Oh? Someone left writing here before?" Lei Jun felt a hint of interest.

The handwriting was not left by anyone from the Taoist Sect—it had evidently been made by a Confucian cultivator.

It was clear that the writer’s cultivation realm had been anything but ordinary.

It’s just that, as the characters were left within the spring water, hidden away, and further masked by the spring’s spiritual energy, they had previously escaped all notice.

Only today, due to Lei Jun’s peculiar actions temporarily draining the spring, had these words finally reappeared.

The ink characters held no hostility, so Lei Jun casually gathered them up with his mana.

After reading, he couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow.

The text had automatically converged into a book scroll.

It was titled "Notes of the Nine Streams Hermit."

The Nine Streams Hermit was the courtesy name of Lin Jian, an elder of the Jiangzhou Lin Clan.

In terms of seniority, Lin Jian was a grand-uncle to Lin Che, Lin Yuwei, and the others.

To Lin Zhen, Lin Lang, and Lin Qing, he was a great grand-uncle.

This Lin Clan great scholar of the Eightfold Heaven Realm, due to his age, had previously withdrawn from the world to rest in seclusion.

Corresponding to this, at the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master’s Mansion, he belonged to the same generation and era as the first Celestial Master, Celestial Master Li Zhiyuan.

Those in seclusion with Lin Jian included, aside from three other Seventh Heavenly Layer Lin Clan elders, another Lin Clan great scholar of the Eightfold Heaven Realm named Lin Zhan, who was Seventeenth Uncle to Lin Che and Lin Yuwei.

Yet in the recent battle of Jiangzhou, only the three Seventh Heavenly Layer Lin elders appeared; Lin Jian and Lin Zhan were nowhere to be seen.

Afterward, the surviving Nanzong Lin Clan members spread word that Great-Granduncle and Seventeenth Granduncle had mysteriously left the Jiangzhou Lin Clan Ancestral Land years ago—their whereabouts unknown.

This remained an unsolved case within the Nanzong Lin Clan, especially painful now, with the ancestral lands ruined.

As for Lin Zhan’s situation for the time being, that was another matter—but Lei Jun now knew a little more about Lin Jian’s fate.

This Lin Clan elder, not only was he advanced in age, but early injuries had also affected his lifespan, making it impossible to live out eight hundred years.

He didn’t hope for longevity anymore, only for his old wounds to heal so that his eight centuries could be restored.

Thus, Lin Jian kept testing himself again and again.

But it seemed that something had gone wrong during the tests.

Lin Jian’s notes suddenly stopped midway.

*That was likely why he’d vanished without a word, too caught up to leave a message for his kin.*

Summing up the information from the first several pages of Lin Jian’s notebook, and sensing the spiritual nature of the notes themselves, Lei Jun reasoned out some directions related to the veins of Spiritual Energy.

"One goes east, one goes west. The east seems headed toward the overseas, the west looks like it’s for the mountains and rivers around Yuanzhou, even farther west than Yuzhang..." Lei Jun had always been serenely insightful, able to see mysteries invisible to most, and drew conclusions accordingly—though the information was still fuzzy.

Just at that moment, a sphere of light in his mind suddenly flickered, and words appeared:

[Within is Mount Ling birthing Jade Water, without an island in the outer sea brushing the firmament, fortune and misfortune entangle—a turn of thought decides it.]

[A moderately good lot, go on a journey west to Yuanzhou’s Longxi, and you may gain a Third-Rank Opportunity. At present, there is no danger, but future karmic entanglement demands caution—lucky.]

[A perfectly neutral lot, bypass Longxi and Changjie Island and you won’t gain or lose anything—ordinary.]

[A moderately unlucky lot, if you journey east to Changjie Island in the East Sea, there will be no extra gains, only immense danger, with trouble lurking afterward—extremely unlucky.]

When Lei Jun saw this, he couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow.

.........

The Nanzong Lin Clan barely managed to settle north of Tai Lake.

At first, things remained tolerable.

With the Jiangzhou ancestral land destroyed and severe loss of clan members, they weren’t in a position to ask for much.

But now, Lin Yuwei and the others found themselves in an extraordinarily awkward spot.

Many details from the battle of Jinzhou had come to light.

The Crushed Pill Core sacrificial ritual that Ye Moquan had secretly entrusted the Nanzong Lin Clan to refine had gone wrong.

The magic artifact itself wasn’t much, but the information was obviously leaked. Not only did Xu Yuanzhen become alert, she even prepared her "return gift," and ended up giving Ye Moquan a thorough pummeling.

The Nanzong Lin Clan was now like mud slipped down their trousers—no matter what you called it, it was still shit.

The Jinzhou Ye Clan needed to keep a low profile and hadn’t uttered a word yet.

But right now the Nanzong Lin Clan’s location was practically at the gate of the Suzhou Chu Clan.

To the north lay the Qingzhou Ye Clan.

In many ways, their interests didn’t align with the Jinzhou Ye Clan.

But should it be judged that the Nanzong Lin Clan had thrown in their lot with the Tang Imperial Court, the folks from Qingzhou and Suzhou certainly wouldn’t tolerate it.