True Form

Over the past two years, before and after the New Year, the Zhao Family had grown increasingly lively, with relatives and friends constantly coming and going.

The township had changed greatly as well. Because of Zhao Cheng, Xianlin Township, already known for tourism, had become even more popular these past two years. Many overseas visitors lingered here, and some even entered the mountains, hoping to comprehend the elusive true meaning of cultivation.

When it came to feng shui, many foreigners believed in it even more devoutly than Yanhuang people did.

Many believed that Zhao Cheng's meteoric rise was inseparable from the land and waters of this place.

They firmly believed in cause and effect, believing that the land nurtured its people, while people in turn nurtured the land.

And that was indeed the case. Any expert who came here could tell that Xianlin's land and waters had become entirely different from what they once were.

Though Zhao Cheng did not spend much of each year here, once countless people had come to believe in something, the intangible spiritual information would gather here, settle, and slowly ferment.

On the practical side, many people came here out of curiosity and spent money, undoubtedly driving the local economy. Many townspeople had increased their incomes because of it.

Zhao Cheng stood in the courtyard of his family residence, sensing certain things. About half a year ago, the old courtyard had undergone an expansion. The original building had been torn down and rebuilt from scratch, its footprint enlarged roughly fourfold. More importantly, there was no second floor now. The entire place was a residence built in an antique style.

This had been deliberately arranged by Zhao Cheng. A good house could store qi and nurture its residents. Though wherever he stood was itself a blessed