Jin Buhuan

In the most luxurious mansion in the center of Clear Mist City.

This place covers a vast area, practically a city within Clear Mist City. Its doors and windows are like city walls, their light reaching the sky. Visitors flock here like a marketplace, and its perimeter of three or four miles resembles a palace.

Among them, the eaves and painted beams are exquisite and intricate. Looking into the distance, one can see thousands of sails and masts, and thousands of houses with smoke rising from them. Even the servants' quarters are about five or six miles in circumference, with houses standing in dense clusters, housing about a thousand or eight hundred people.

In addition, the other areas are spacious and open, with flowers and bamboo groves, and more than ten ponds, which are very clear and cold, with fish swimming around. Each pond is about thirty acres in size and planted with thousand-petaled lotus flowers. They are surrounded by weeping willows, interspersed with peach and plum trees, and occasionally fragrant plum blossoms. Green parasol trees and weeping willows are hidden among the new flowers and old trees, making it still beautiful and pleasing to the eye even in winter.

Looking elsewhere, there are paths lined with chrysanthemums, secluded stone corridors, swirling pools, halls large enough to seat a thousand people, and the beauty of ponds and terraces, and the splendor of ten thousand flowers.

The pavilions and terraces are nestled among the trees, their vermilion and green hues fresh and new. Entering through the gate, one finds a fragrant pond as clear as a mirror, magnificent pavilions standing in staggered rows, and green locust trees lining the path, as if entering an Immortal Mountain of a thousand miles away.

And this is Jin Buhuan's residence.

His father, the Green Mountain Mountain God, was a White Tiger born from the Green Mountain.

The White Tiger is not a wild beast, but Innate Variant similar to the Jade Rabbit and the Golden Crow. It is formed from the essence of metal and is a spirit of killing.

Besides its power to kill, the White Tiger also has the ability to accumulate wealth.

As the saying goes, "When the White Tiger holds power, it has gained the upper hand. It sits on wealth, officialdom, seal, and nobility. The Day Master needs to be supported and receive vitality, or the officialdom needs to be strong and timely to provide assistance. If wealth and officialdom are not seen, using the officialdom will surely bring nobility, and using wealth will surely bring wealth."

The poem says: When the White Tiger holds the world position, the Tiger is strong in the years of Yin and Mao. If it is in the years of Si, Wu, Wei, and Xu, those who encounter it in the four fields will be rich and noble, and will surely become pillars of the capital.

Because the White Tiger belongs to the metal element, and metal itself is a symbol of wealth and nobility.

These can roughly summarize the general appearance of the Green Mountain Mountain God.

Cold-blooded, murderous, and very rich.

Jin Buhuan, who inherited his father's wealth, was standing in the hall at this moment.

In front of him hung a huge Fengshui Map, which seemed to be a map of the entire Green Mountain Kingdom.

From this map, the territory of the Green Mountain Kingdom is shaped like a dumbbell, with large areas in the south and north, but a very narrow passage in the middle.

The middle section is the hub connecting the north and south, and it is also a whole mountain range.

Without a doubt, what connects the north and south is Green Mountain.

Clear Mist City, located about two thousand miles from Green Mountain, is the transportation hub of the entire Green Mountain Kingdom.

Jin Buhuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy, in front of the huge Fengshui Map, listening to the intelligence personnel behind him constantly telling him the information they had gathered.

After listening, he turned around and tapped the table. "So, apart from his address, you didn't find out any other information?"

Although his tone was calm, the servant behind him immediately knelt down and lowered his head. "Young master, there is one more thing to report! It is... it is that Li Qi is raising a Dragon Steed. According to the horse appraiser, this horse has the appearance of Dragon Transformation."

Jin Buhuan clicked his tongue, somewhat dissatisfied. "The potential to Dragon Transformation? Tsk, he has all sorts of good things, things that can resist divination... things that can stop curses, and such a fine horse, yet he discards it like worn-out shoes, feeding it only ordinary food, and has never sought out Cultivation Method for it?"

"Yes... The horse expert also sighed with regret at the time. If it had been properly nurtured before, this dragon Dragon Steed would definitely Dragon Transformation, and reaching the ninth rank would have been a certainty, and even the eighth rank would not have been out of the question," the servant said, bowing his head.

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

Jin Buhuan fell into deep thought, while his servants below pressed their foreheads to the ground, trembling with fear.

At this moment, this young nobleman showed no signs of being arrogant; instead, he exuded the composure and authority of someone in a high position.

After a while, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can go now."

Those below felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They quickly stood up, placed their hands on their knees, bent over, lowered their heads, and slowly backed out of the door.

Jin Buhuan stood up and began pacing back and forth in the room.

At that moment, a maid came in from outside.

She still had that aloof and beautiful appearance, with a jade flute hanging at her waist. She had an outstanding temperament, but she was very inconspicuous.

Yes, she really doesn't attract attention. If she doesn't speak or move, most people would probably subconsciously ignore her presence.

However, she spoke up now, her expression slightly puzzled, and said, "Young Master, since you are so wary... then why not strike first?"

As she spoke, she made a gesture of slashing downwards with her hand.

Jin Buhuan quickly reverted to his previous frivolous and arrogant spoiled brat demeanor, and with a whoosh, he opened his folding fan. "Strike first? Heh, that's not in line with my principles."

The maid frowned, her eyes filled with doubt.

"What? You look down on me?" He waved his folding fan as he lay down on the recliner.

"As the sage of Human Path said, there is also a code of conduct for thieves. The code of conduct for thieves is as follows: to deduce what treasures are in the destination is the mark of a sage of thieves; to be the first to enter and fight is the mark of a courageous thief; to be the last to leave and cover the rear is the mark of a righteous thief; to know where to strike and where not to strike is the mark of a wise thief; and to divide the loot fairly afterward is the mark of a benevolent thief."

"Even thieves must follow the way of thieves, and must be holy, brave, righteous, wise and benevolent. If one lacks these five qualities, one cannot become a great thief, but only a petty thief. There is a way of thieves, so why is there no way of thieves? As a second-generation rich kid, do I not have my own way of thieves?"

The maid was intrigued, covering her lips with one hand, her eyes sparkling, wondering what the saying "He Shi Er Wu You Dao Xie" meant.

She knew what he meant: 'Where is there no Way?'

But no one knows how the eloquent young master plans to explain his ways as a spoiled brat.

Because it sounds ridiculous.

Seeing the maid's expression, Jin Buhuan laughed and explained, "Haha, you don't understand, do you? Dao is the principle, the rule. Dao is the Principle governing the operation of all things in the world. Dao is the principle that we need to follow as human beings."

"When all things in the universe follow the Dao, the universe can operate stably without disorder. When people act in accordance with the Dao, they will not fall into a state of chaos and confusion."

"As a spoiled rich kid, I can't escape this rule."

"The ability to convince one's parents that I can inherit their wealth without worry is the mark of a second-generation tyrant."

"To protect his right to inherit property, he was fearless of the consequences and decisively nipped the threat in the bud when it appeared. This is the courage of a spoiled brat."

"It is the duty of a second-generation heir to fulfill his responsibilities and protect the property he will inherit in the future."

"Understanding what threatens one's inheritance and knowing what increases one's chances of inheriting one's parents' wealth is the wisdom of a second-generation rich kid."

"To rationally plan and manage one's inherited wealth, not to squander it recklessly, and to use it in a regulated manner, is the benevolence of the second generation ancestor."

"The qualities of a second-generation rich kid are 'sagehood, courage, righteousness, wisdom, and benevolence.' If he can achieve these five points, he can be considered a qualified second-generation rich kid. He will definitely be able to inherit his father's property without any unexpected events."

At this point, he lay back in his chair and sighed, "If these five points cannot be achieved, then the identity of a spoiled brat will only bring trouble."

"Without Sagacity, one will be abandoned by one's father and Lineage and lose this identity."

"Without courage, one becomes indecisive and will eventually be eliminated in the competition."

"If one lacks righteousness and propriety, then one lacks a sense of the big picture. If one doesn't know what a spoiled heir should uphold, he will inevitably lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of the small."

"Without wisdom, one cannot distinguish between friend and foe, nor can one prioritize what is important; one will inevitably do things that harm oneself and benefit others."

"Without benevolence and kindness, the inherited wealth will soon be scattered and become nothing but a pipe dream."

He sat up from the recliner and looked up at the sky. "My two older brothers, weren't they able to surpass me because they didn't follow the ways of a spoiled brat? Now I'm the liaison between Green Mountain and Clear Mist City, while they can only stay at home and act as guards of the gold mine."

"You see me enjoying myself and playing around, but when have my pleasures ever violated the five rules mentioned above? It is precisely because I keep in mind and strictly follow the way of the second generation that I can sit firmly in this position. Even the seventh-rank Clear Mist Sect treats me with great respect, and eighth-rank cultivators are willing to serve me."

"This is the benefit of following the Dao," Jin Buhuan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the maid put away her previous expression and looked at her young master seriously, her expression somewhat surprised, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"Let me analyze this with you further," Jin Buhuan said calmly, sitting up from the recliner and facing the spacious courtyard outside. "I have absolutely no need to clash with Li Qi Qiqi, do I?"

"First, he poses no threat to my inheritance of the family business. If we don't have a conflict, he and I will most likely just be passing acquaintances. If I provoke him out of momentary anger and needlessly make an enemy, I will only give my two older brothers an opportunity. Making enemies blindly means not being able to distinguish between friend and foe, and not knowing what is important. This is called being unwise."

"Secondly, he is also a person with a background. A small conflict with him has already seriously injured Yan Jun. The treatment alone cost the equivalent of three days' tax revenue of Clear Mist City. How many three days are there in a year? If I really kill him, although it would be to vent my anger, what will happen to my property? What will happen to the servants who died? This is not cherishing property, and this is called being heartless."

"How could I, a typical spoiled brat, do something so heartless and unwise?"

"So, not only will I not make an enemy of him, I will also send someone to compensate him, let this matter rest, and ideally, let it end here without anything happening," Jin Buhuan said.

The maid nodded, indicating that she understood, but then she asked in confusion, "I see. But why did the young master say so much today? Usually you should just do it."

Upon hearing this, Jin Buhuan laughed loudly, then lay back in the rocking chair, swaying his body. He pulled the maid into his arms and laughed, "Haha, I've talked to you so much today, this is what you call 'saintly'!"

Several Chen after Jin Buhuan began his lewd behavior in broad daylight.

After washing herself and tidying her clothes, the maid quietly left, returned to her room, and closed the door.

After confirming that the door was closed, she made a hand Hand Seals and silently chanted, waiting for the entire room to be sealed by Technique Method, so that even if someone tried to see inside, they would not be able to see anything.

Then, she took off her clothes, changed into a new set, and when she was dressed in white, she offered sacrificial vessels, then knelt down and began to play the bronze zither and sing the Xihao song.

If Li Qi were here, he would recognize that this is a set of sacrificial rituals, and the object of the sacrifice should be the spirit of metal or the god of the west.

However, this set of etiquette is too humble and does not seem to be used for proper Shaman.

As a traditional Shaman, although he would distinguish between superiors and inferiors, he would not be too humiliated by etiquette. As a person who "positions heaven and earth and worships all the gods", a priest naturally has his own dignity and status. Even if he were to pay homage to a great god whose status far exceeds his own, he would only do so with reverence, not with humility.

But in any case, once the entire process is completed, the Sacrificial Ritual is finished.

The Western deity here, the spirit of metal, is naturally the Green Mountain Mountain God, who is White Tiger.

Sacrificial Ritual is a means of communication.

However, this Sacrificial Ritual was far too different from the orthodox Sacrificial Ritual of Wushen Mountain used by Li Qi, so much so that it was impossible to construct the chaotic space that Li Qi had, so that the will of the gods could reside there.

The only thing that appeared on the altar was the phantom of the Green Mountain Mountain God, which could be spoken to temporarily.

Looking at the phantom, there was a great god with a tiger's head and a human body, dressed in brocade robes. He looked refined and easygoing, but he had sharp teeth in his mouth, which was somewhat frightening.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze calm yet extremely penetrating; even a mere phantom could exert a tremendous sense of pressure.

The illusory figure pondered for a moment, then said to the maid, "Hmm... Is it time for the routine report? Tell me, what has he been up to lately?"

The maid acknowledged and then began to recount Jin Buhuan's recent situation.

First, there were the business deals he had recently arranged, the entertainment he had been involved in, the luxury goods he had purchased, and the gambling he had participated in.

Then, what were the gains and what were the consequences?

Then she talked about the conflict with Li Qi and how it was handled afterwards.

After that, she relayed Jin Buhuan's "way of the second-generation rich kid" word for word.

Finally, the maid said, "Young Master said that the reason he spoke so much today was because he was a 'saint.' My lord, what does this mean...?"

After listening, the Green Mountain Mountain God first smiled and nodded repeatedly. Then, upon hearing the maid's question, he chuckled and asked in return, "What does he mean by 'saint'?"

"The second-generation patriarch was a saint, able to convince his fathers that he could inherit their wealth without worry." The maid repeated his words.

The Green Mountain Mountain God responded, "Look, he's conveying these things to me through your mouth. Isn't he trying to persuade me to believe that he can be a qualified successor? That's his 'Sagacity'."

The maid understood and said nothing more.

But at this moment, the mountain god sighed, "However, he still has murderous intent."

The maid was unaware, but he could understand the unspoken meaning in his son's words.

He wouldn't normally boast like this, and he's only saying it now to make himself seem more important.

Only after gaining attention did he have more resources to eliminate the passing traveler.