Shen Prefecture, Wild Goose Peak City.
Distant mountains resembled geese returning home, while the mighty city gathered like towering peaks.
Wild Goose Peak City's walls stood lofty and imposing. Backed by the Wild Goose Arrival Mountains, it boasted magnificent scenery and was a treasure ground of superb feng shui.
Whichever family obtained such a treasure ground would have it made. They would not need to do a thing—just bury a few more ancestors and wait for their blessings to shelter the generations to come.
Talk of feng shui was not especially popular in the Dry Abyss Realm. Great cultivators could move mountains and alter landscapes as easily as turning a hand; what family did not have good feng shui? What truly sheltered later generations was ancestors who dared to fight and struggle, swallowing every hardship they could so that their descendants would have no bitterness left to endure—only glory, wealth, fragrant food, and spicy drink.
And do not be jealous. If you work hard and three to five generations of your family dare to fight and struggle, your descendants can live just as freely.
The prerequisite was catching the wind, seizing opportunities, and having a benefactor to give you a leg up.
Otherwise, so long as you could endure hardship, there would be endless hardship waiting for you. Three generations later, you would still belong to the mule-and-horse kneeling class, with every holiday a mule-and-horse holiday.
Back to the point: Wild Goose Peak City was especially boisterous today.
Early in the morning, the sun rose in the east, as though hinting at some law of heaven and earth.
The streets of the great city were broad, the roads paved in bluestone slabs grand and stately. Shops lined both sides, their signs hung high, with people coming and going in every