The Flow of Karma

"It actually sounds a little like doing business over your elders' and ancestors' graves, but in reality, it's what most martial artists choose to do."

Chenyinzi thought An Jing was worried about the truth behind the 'Blessed Lands and Grotto-Heavens,' so he reassured him. "When a martial artist falls, their Blessed Land or Grotto-Heaven can drive away the surrounding demonic energy and purify the Spiritual Energy in the area, making it better suited to the sect's principles. Their descendants can benefit from it, too, and are more likely to awaken a Fate Grid."

"Just look at Da Chen. Why do you think they grant officials 'Heavenly Official Talismans,' then take away their cultivation when they leave office? It's all to expand their borders more effectively and reshape the world around their core cities."

An Jing wasn't bothered by this, of course. When a martial artist's Blessed Land or Grotto-Heaven sheltered their descendants, that was called ancestral protection. But he couldn't exactly say, I was just reviewing the nature of my Seven Killings Tribulation's Heavenly Fate, and decided I'd rebel against even the fate Laotianye arranged for me. So all he could do was nod along.

The one who broke the mood was An Jing's Senior Uncle, True Person Xuanyu, Ming Heguang.

"Master, An..."

The long-robed man, dressed rather carelessly with a wine gourd at his waist, strode forward with an easygoing air. Since they weren't very familiar, he'd meant to call An Jing by his full name, but that felt a little too distant. An Jing could tell that this Senior Uncle probably didn't care much about seniority or make a habit of socializing, so he spoke first. "Greetings, Senior Uncle!"

"Ah, good to see you, nephew-disciple! Come, come, I've got a gift for you!"

Ming Heguang was delighted. He