Young hero, today’s treasure hunt is uncertain.
Spiritual energy, though it sounds mystical, is actually quite common.
It doesn’t necessarily require remote and inaccessible places; it can be found in deep forests or even in small rivers and shallow bays.
Spiritual energy is like the morning mist; it sometimes lingers in one place and at other times drifts elsewhere. In areas with abundant spiritual energy, it’s like a fog-prone valley where spiritual energy is always present; you just need to wait there.
Mo Li used to think that finding places with spiritual energy was easy.
Especially on Qimao Mountain.
When planting ginseng, he didn’t bother to look at the good spiritual spots.
Within Zhushan County, there was more than one mountain. While other mountains might not have as abundant spiritual energy as Qi Mao Mountain, they were not too bad either. During sunrise and moonrise, one could always feel the faint flow of spiritual energy.
Qin Lu once said that the joy of living in seclusion in the mountains lies in waking up early to collect herbs, brewing tea in the evening, and leisurely listening to the sound of bamboo leaves.
He praised the feeling of being away from the mundane world, but Mo Li sat quietly at the lower end and thought to himself, of course, with such abundant spiritual energy, how could living here be uncomfortable?
To be honest, spiritual energy only had this much effect on people.
The saying “beautiful scenery and precious treasures, talented and outstanding individuals” is only half true.
No matter how many talented individuals a place produces, it has little to do with the earth’s veins.
Qimao Mountain has abundant spiritual energy and flourishing vegetation, but it’s not filled with spiritual herbs, and the number of extraordinary creatures is limited. A radish grown in a spiritual spot might taste better than other radishes, but it’s still just a radish.
By nature, people are limited, and ginseng is just ginseng, and a radish is just a radish.
At least they grow in the ground!
During the upheaval of the dragon veins and the frenzy of spiritual energy, spiritual herbs can be ripened and seeds can be induced to sprout, causing the creatures in the mountains to become restless. However, people are different.
Prodigies or talents, none of them are buried in the soil like ordinary vegetables. What kind of person they are and what they will become in the future, spiritual energy has no responsibility for that.
It’s true that one’s abilities are nurtured by their surroundings.
But to say that if the feng shui is good here, every descendant will be successful is just nonsense.
After leaving Zhushan County, although Mo Li didn’t find a place with as abundant spiritual energy as Qimao Mountain, there was still some spiritual energy lingering. Even after the turmoil on Silang Mountain, some residual spiritual energy remained.
However, upon entering the territory of Yongzhou, Mo Li truly felt the difference. The villages were dilapidated, wells were dry, and sometimes even the areas outside the villages were filled with withered trees.
Without the bark, how could the trees survive?
Mo Li looked serious, and Meng Qi grew increasingly anxious.
Meng Qi had regained some of his memories about spiritual energy, and he felt that he needed it too. However, strangely enough, despite Mo Li’s ability to travel three hundred miles in a day using lightness skill, they hadn’t found a place with spiritual energy.
“Up ahead is Shimo Mountain.”
Mo Li stopped and gazed into the distance, taking out the map again.
Despite its modest name, Shimo Mountain was the largest mountain in the area.
The further south they went, the gentler the terrain became. Yongzhou didn’t have as many mountains as Pingzhou.
Meng Qi wasn’t a real sand rat, even though he was tiny in size, his eyesight was excellent. Just like Mo Li, he saw the silhouette of the distant mountains and felt hopeful that there might be spiritual energy there.
Unfortunately, running towards the mountains turned out to be in vain, and by the time they reached the mountains, it was likely to be close to midnight.
“…Don’t be impatient. The lack of spiritual energy might be due to the drought,” Mo Li comforted as he couldn’t help but stroke the chubby rat. “Throughout our journey, you’ve seen it too, many villages are in ruins, and there’s a scarcity of water everywhere.”
Spiritual energy is born from the earth’s veins, nourishing and circulating among each other. In places where even water is scarce, even if there was once spiritual energy, it won’t stay.
Mo Li could only speculate on the map which places might have spiritual energy, and he had to try to head in the direction of the capital, Taijing, to save time because he couldn’t shake off the worries about the matter at Emperor Li’s Tomb.
The barrenness of Yongzhou made Mo Li briefly consider turning back and heading directly to Zhushan County. After all, in Qimao Mountain, he didn’t need to worry at all, spiritual energy was everywhere with just a random toss.
The lingering sunlight tinted the sky a deep red, and the desolate plain was filled only with the sound of the whistling wind, eerie like the cries of ghosts.
Mo Li put away the map, found a sheltered spot, and took out hard biscuits, crushing them into powder. He then specifically picked the softer crumbs to feed the sand rat.
Meng Qi: “…”
Even after transforming from a human into a rat, the physician still didn’t forget to stare at him while eating?
Meng Qi turned his head, pretending to be on the verge of death, and didn’t even glance at the crumbs.
“Aren’t you eating?”
Meng Qi continued to pretend to be lifeless; he had eaten this hard biscuit before, tasteless and without any oil.
Mo Li didn’t try to persuade him further. He moved the chubby rat onto his own knee and started eating the crushed biscuit alone.
He ate very seriously and carefully, not letting a single crumb fall to the ground.
Meng Qi watched for a while and suddenly felt that anyone who could eat this hard biscuit as if it were a delicacy from a grand feast in the capital was truly remarkable. If he didn’t know the taste of the biscuit, he might have mistaken it for some exquisite gourmet food.
Just as he was lost in thought, there was suddenly another piece of hard biscuit near his mouth.
Meng Qi, perhaps absentmindedly, instinctively bit into it.
“…”
Well, since it’s already in his mouth, he might as well eat it.
The sand rat’s teeth were quite effective, and the dry, hard crumbs were effortless to chew.
Although Meng Qi had already lost all dignity, he didn’t give up on himself. He chewed carefully, making sure the fat on the rat’s cheeks wouldn’t jiggle. Despite trying his best to maintain a dignified appearance while eating—neither too fast nor too slow—he couldn’t help but feel that being a rat was a hindrance no matter how graceful his movements were!
Mo Li didn’t laugh at him but silently broke off another small piece and handed it to him.
Meng Qi’s emotions were complicated.
Someone who openly expressed their fondness for him had now turned into a chubby rat in his hands. It would feel awkward for anyone in such a situation. The best solution would have been to separate for a while, but unfortunately, Meng Qi was not just a patient—he was currently a sand rat, unable to change back into a human form.
He couldn’t just abandon the sand rat, could he?
If it were a fox or a wolf, he could just let it follow alongside.
But it’s so small!
Mo Li felt a slight discomfort in his chest, a lingering sensation from the sand rat’s paws randomly rubbing against him. It felt like something was there.
If it were someone else, no, if it were any other creature, daring to do such a thing, Mo Li would have picked them up and thrown them aside. But if he threw the sand rat away and a nearby wild cat snatched it, what would he do? Fight the cat? Retrieve the chubby rat from under the cat’s claws?
Thinking of such consequences, Mo Li immediately suppressed the thought.
At that time, there were outsiders in the ancestral hall, and Meng Qi’s condition was still quite bad. He couldn’t see anything and couldn’t hear any sounds. Perhaps the sand rat’s paws were randomly rubbing because it was having a nightmare?
After finding an excuse for Meng Qi, Mo Li’s anger subsided a lot. What else could he do? Should he poke the chubby rat with his finger and send it rolling around on the ground while it was earnestly nibbling the crumbs?
The long fur of the sand rat shivered.
Meng Qi wondered, strange, why is it suddenly a bit cold?
Mo Li, with an expressionless face, thought, I raised a white fox, a ginseng plant, and a big snake, hoping they would cultivate into spirits. None of them fulfilled my hopes, and in the end, I found this chubby rat outside. I wonder what my teacher would think if I brought it back.
Taking the last bite, Meng Qi looked at the dazed Mo Li and tentatively touched the doctor’s finger, which was hovering in front of him.
Mo Li suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and gave a complicated look to the chubby rat.
The sand rat looked quite bewildered.
“Let’s go,” Mo Li said.
Mo Li found it amusing and somewhat guilty that Meng Qi didn’t even know his real name.
Just then, Mo Li suddenly sensed a faint trace of spiritual energy. It was so weak, as if it would disperse with the slightest breeze. He stared at the ground intently, the spiritual energy came and went so quickly that he couldn’t grasp its source. He decided to stay still and wait.
Finally, when another gust of wind blew, Mo Li felt the direction of the spiritual energy. “It’s not from Shimo Mountain?” Mo Li was surprised, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He picked up the chubby rat and dashed in that direction.
Gradually, the traces of spiritual energy became more pronounced. Eventually, Mo Li stopped at the bank of a dried-up river.
The riverbed was completely exposed, with no sign of even withered grass. Because of the snow and ice in winter, the river might regain some water when spring arrived. The spiritual energy had left its remnants here.
Mo Li followed the riverbed a bit further, but the spiritual energy seemed to be vanishing.
“Hmm?” Mo Li noticed a box-like object at the bottom of the river. It was square and seemed to be buried in the place where there should have been a spiritual cave, covered by silt, catching Mo Li’s attention.
The box was black, not particularly large, and had a dark, unknown material. Mo Li didn’t go down but used his internal force to brush away the silt, revealing the box.
The lock on the box was rusted due to being submerged in the river for a long time. Mo Li tried and found that it was made of dark wood.
This so-called dark wood would not fade, rot, or be infested by insects.
There were some fine cracks in the wooden box, and Mo Li shook it hard along the cracks.
“Snap.”
The box opened, and a small cluster of dazzling golden light rolled out from inside.
The sand rat looked on in confusion, while Mo Li waited for a moment, realizing there were no traps or poisonous gas inside the box. He then walked over and picked up the shiny golden object.
At first glance, it was only the size of a fist, but when he held it in his hand, he found it to be folded. Inadvertently, it shook open and turned into a strange-looking gold vest.
Meng Qi: “…”
Mo Li: “…”
The legendary treasure left behind by the former martial arts alliance leader, stolen by a legendary thief, entangled in a web of love, hatred, and murder, and sought after by various sects—what was it called again?
Golden Silk Armor?
Author’s note:
Yesterday, I thought I had left a message, but it turned out it didn’t get sent OTZ.
——————
Lucky to casually stumble upon a treasure.
In this story, Feng Shui is all nonsense—not in the literal sense of the author making things up, but in this world, there are no miraculous Feng Shui techniques to change one’s fate. Randomly digging mountains will only cause landslides, and burying something will either lead to decay or someone else picking it up →_→
Young hero, today’s treasure hunt is uncertain.
Spiritual energy, though it sounds mystical, is actually quite common.
It doesn’t necessarily require remote and inaccessible places; it can be found in deep forests or even in small rivers and shallow bays.
Spiritual energy is like the morning mist; it sometimes lingers in one place and at other times drifts elsewhere. In areas with abundant spiritual energy, it’s like a fog-prone valley where spiritual energy is always present; you just need to wait there.
Mo Li used to think that finding places with spiritual energy was easy.
Especially on Qimao Mountain.
When planting ginseng, he didn’t bother to look at the good spiritual spots.
Within Zhushan County, there was more than one mountain. While other mountains might not have as abundant spiritual energy as Qi Mao Mountain, they were not too bad either. During sunrise and moonrise, one could always feel the faint flow of spiritual energy.
Qin Lu once said that the joy of living in seclusion in the mountains lies in waking up early to collect herbs, brewing tea in the evening, and leisurely listening to the sound of bamboo leaves.
He praised the feeling of being away from the mundane world, but Mo Li sat quietly at the lower end and thought to himself, of course, with such abundant spiritual energy, how could living here be uncomfortable?
To be honest, spiritual energy only had this much effect on people.
The saying “beautiful scenery and precious treasures, talented and outstanding individuals” is only half true.
No matter how many talented individuals a place produces, it has little to do with the earth’s veins.
Qimao Mountain has abundant spiritual energy and flourishing vegetation, but it’s not filled with spiritual herbs, and the number of extraordinary creatures is limited. A radish grown in a spiritual spot might taste better than other radishes, but it’s still just a radish.
By nature, people are limited, and ginseng is just ginseng, and a radish is just a radish.
At least they grow in the ground!
During the upheaval of the dragon veins and the frenzy of spiritual energy, spiritual herbs can be ripened and seeds can be induced to sprout, causing the creatures in the mountains to become restless. However, people are different.
Prodigies or talents, none of them are buried in the soil like ordinary vegetables. What kind of person they are and what they will become in the future, spiritual energy has no responsibility for that.
It’s true that one’s abilities are nurtured by their surroundings.
But to say that if the feng shui is good here, every descendant will be successful is just nonsense.
After leaving Zhushan County, although Mo Li didn’t find a place with as abundant spiritual energy as Qimao Mountain, there was still some spiritual energy lingering. Even after the turmoil on Silang Mountain, some residual spiritual energy remained.
However, upon entering the territory of Yongzhou, Mo Li truly felt the difference. The villages were dilapidated, wells were dry, and sometimes even the areas outside the villages were filled with withered trees.
Without the bark, how could the trees survive?
Mo Li looked serious, and Meng Qi grew increasingly anxious.
Meng Qi had regained some of his memories about spiritual energy, and he felt that he needed it too. However, strangely enough, despite Mo Li’s ability to travel three hundred miles in a day using lightness skill, they hadn’t found a place with spiritual energy.
“Up ahead is Shimo Mountain.”
Mo Li stopped and gazed into the distance, taking out the map again.
Despite its modest name, Shimo Mountain was the largest mountain in the area.
The further south they went, the gentler the terrain became. Yongzhou didn’t have as many mountains as Pingzhou.
Meng Qi wasn’t a real sand rat, even though he was tiny in size, his eyesight was excellent. Just like Mo Li, he saw the silhouette of the distant mountains and felt hopeful that there might be spiritual energy there.
Unfortunately, running towards the mountains turned out to be in vain, and by the time they reached the mountains, it was likely to be close to midnight.
“…Don’t be impatient. The lack of spiritual energy might be due to the drought,” Mo Li comforted as he couldn’t help but stroke the chubby rat. “Throughout our journey, you’ve seen it too, many villages are in ruins, and there’s a scarcity of water everywhere.”
Spiritual energy is born from the earth’s veins, nourishing and circulating among each other. In places where even water is scarce, even if there was once spiritual energy, it won’t stay.
Mo Li could only speculate on the map which places might have spiritual energy, and he had to try to head in the direction of the capital, Taijing, to save time because he couldn’t shake off the worries about the matter at Emperor Li’s Tomb.
The barrenness of Yongzhou made Mo Li briefly consider turning back and heading directly to Zhushan County. After all, in Qimao Mountain, he didn’t need to worry at all, spiritual energy was everywhere with just a random toss.
The lingering sunlight tinted the sky a deep red, and the desolate plain was filled only with the sound of the whistling wind, eerie like the cries of ghosts.
Mo Li put away the map, found a sheltered spot, and took out hard biscuits, crushing them into powder. He then specifically picked the softer crumbs to feed the sand rat.
Meng Qi: “…”
Even after transforming from a human into a rat, the physician still didn’t forget to stare at him while eating?
Meng Qi turned his head, pretending to be on the verge of death, and didn’t even glance at the crumbs.
“Aren’t you eating?”
Meng Qi continued to pretend to be lifeless; he had eaten this hard biscuit before, tasteless and without any oil.
Mo Li didn’t try to persuade him further. He moved the chubby rat onto his own knee and started eating the crushed biscuit alone.
He ate very seriously and carefully, not letting a single crumb fall to the ground.
Meng Qi watched for a while and suddenly felt that anyone who could eat this hard biscuit as if it were a delicacy from a grand feast in the capital was truly remarkable. If he didn’t know the taste of the biscuit, he might have mistaken it for some exquisite gourmet food.
Just as he was lost in thought, there was suddenly another piece of hard biscuit near his mouth.
Meng Qi, perhaps absentmindedly, instinctively bit into it.
“…”
Well, since it’s already in his mouth, he might as well eat it.
The sand rat’s teeth were quite effective, and the dry, hard crumbs were effortless to chew.
Although Meng Qi had already lost all dignity, he didn’t give up on himself. He chewed carefully, making sure the fat on the rat’s cheeks wouldn’t jiggle. Despite trying his best to maintain a dignified appearance while eating—neither too fast nor too slow—he couldn’t help but feel that being a rat was a hindrance no matter how graceful his movements were!
Mo Li didn’t laugh at him but silently broke off another small piece and handed it to him.
Meng Qi’s emotions were complicated.
Someone who openly expressed their fondness for him had now turned into a chubby rat in his hands. It would feel awkward for anyone in such a situation. The best solution would have been to separate for a while, but unfortunately, Meng Qi was not just a patient—he was currently a sand rat, unable to change back into a human form.
He couldn’t just abandon the sand rat, could he?
If it were a fox or a wolf, he could just let it follow alongside.
But it’s so small!
Mo Li felt a slight discomfort in his chest, a lingering sensation from the sand rat’s paws randomly rubbing against him. It felt like something was there.
If it were someone else, no, if it were any other creature, daring to do such a thing, Mo Li would have picked them up and thrown them aside. But if he threw the sand rat away and a nearby wild cat snatched it, what would he do? Fight the cat? Retrieve the chubby rat from under the cat’s claws?
Thinking of such consequences, Mo Li immediately suppressed the thought.
At that time, there were outsiders in the ancestral hall, and Meng Qi’s condition was still quite bad. He couldn’t see anything and couldn’t hear any sounds. Perhaps the sand rat’s paws were randomly rubbing because it was having a nightmare?
After finding an excuse for Meng Qi, Mo Li’s anger subsided a lot. What else could he do? Should he poke the chubby rat with his finger and send it rolling around on the ground while it was earnestly nibbling the crumbs?
The long fur of the sand rat shivered.
Meng Qi wondered, strange, why is it suddenly a bit cold?
Mo Li, with an expressionless face, thought, I raised a white fox, a ginseng plant, and a big snake, hoping they would cultivate into spirits. None of them fulfilled my hopes, and in the end, I found this chubby rat outside. I wonder what my teacher would think if I brought it back.
Taking the last bite, Meng Qi looked at the dazed Mo Li and tentatively touched the doctor’s finger, which was hovering in front of him.
Mo Li suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and gave a complicated look to the chubby rat.
The sand rat looked quite bewildered.
“Let’s go,” Mo Li said.
Mo Li found it amusing and somewhat guilty that Meng Qi didn’t even know his real name.
Just then, Mo Li suddenly sensed a faint trace of spiritual energy. It was so weak, as if it would disperse with the slightest breeze. He stared at the ground intently, the spiritual energy came and went so quickly that he couldn’t grasp its source. He decided to stay still and wait.
Finally, when another gust of wind blew, Mo Li felt the direction of the spiritual energy. “It’s not from Shimo Mountain?” Mo Li was surprised, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He picked up the chubby rat and dashed in that direction.
Gradually, the traces of spiritual energy became more pronounced. Eventually, Mo Li stopped at the bank of a dried-up river.
The riverbed was completely exposed, with no sign of even withered grass. Because of the snow and ice in winter, the river might regain some water when spring arrived. The spiritual energy had left its remnants here.
Mo Li followed the riverbed a bit further, but the spiritual energy seemed to be vanishing.
“Hmm?” Mo Li noticed a box-like object at the bottom of the river. It was square and seemed to be buried in the place where there should have been a spiritual cave, covered by silt, catching Mo Li’s attention.
The box was black, not particularly large, and had a dark, unknown material. Mo Li didn’t go down but used his internal force to brush away the silt, revealing the box.
The lock on the box was rusted due to being submerged in the river for a long time. Mo Li tried and found that it was made of dark wood.
This so-called dark wood would not fade, rot, or be infested by insects.
There were some fine cracks in the wooden box, and Mo Li shook it hard along the cracks.
“Snap.”
The box opened, and a small cluster of dazzling golden light rolled out from inside.
The sand rat looked on in confusion, while Mo Li waited for a moment, realizing there were no traps or poisonous gas inside the box. He then walked over and picked up the shiny golden object.
At first glance, it was only the size of a fist, but when he held it in his hand, he found it to be folded. Inadvertently, it shook open and turned into a strange-looking gold vest.
Meng Qi: “…”
Mo Li: “…”
The legendary treasure left behind by the former martial arts alliance leader, stolen by a legendary thief, entangled in a web of love, hatred, and murder, and sought after by various sects—what was it called again?
Golden Silk Armor?
Author’s note:
Yesterday, I thought I had left a message, but it turned out it didn’t get sent OTZ.
——————
Lucky to casually stumble upon a treasure.
In this story, Feng Shui is all nonsense—not in the literal sense of the author making things up, but in this world, there are no miraculous Feng Shui techniques to change one’s fate. Randomly digging mountains will only cause landslides, and burying something will either lead to decay or someone else picking it up →_→
