A true auspicious Feng Shui site needed a majestic dragon vein to support it.
Dragon veins wound on for untold thousands, even tens of thousands, of miles. Only treasured lands upon them could enjoy the fortune and good fortune brought by the dragon veins, gathering spiritual energy for the cultivators on the mountain to cultivate with. If something went wrong with a dragon vein's earth energy, the spiritual energy it gathered would disperse as well. One could say that immortal sects also relied on Feng Shui arts.
After arriving near Dianjun Mountain, Bai Yujun led the pangolin in surveying the course of its dragon vein.
That was right. Bai Yujun had come to destroy Dianjun Mountain's dragon vein, turning its sect from a treasured cultivation ground into an ordinary mountain range. The two sides bore a grudge, so there was no need to worry about karma. Surely karmic retribution could not mean one was forbidden even from avenging a grudge.
Feng Shui was complicated, especially for a half-baked amateur like Bai Yujun, who relied entirely on her senses.
She circled Dianjun Mountain's main peak for half a month...
Using the ancestral dragon's direction of arrival and other complex information, she found a node in Dianjun Mountain's dragon vein. It was well hidden, more than sixty li from the Demon Subjugation Sect's mountain gate, already within the bounds of an ordinary villagers' settlement.
An unnamed mountain ridge.
Bai Yujun carried two weapons on her back and held a battered compass in her hands, bought from a fortune-teller at a country market.
The slightly plump pangolin followed behind her, carrying roasted meat bought at the market on its back. It dutifully fulfilled its role as a lackey, occasionally sticking out its tongue to eat ants from roadside anthills.
After climbing onto the