As Qionghua Shuiyu pondered, Chen Xun walked around the ancient treasures with his hands clasped behind his back and said in an old-fashioned tone, "Song Heng, when it comes to Tomb-Fortune Immortal Dao, you are probably still three parts short of this Dao Ancestor."
"..." Song Heng stared dumbfounded, utterly speechless. He remembered that the factory master possessed an ocular technique called the Five-Elements Immortal Eyes. He had probably seen something through those eyes.
But when it came to Tomb-Fortune Immortal Dao, the factory master truly did not qualify. Song Heng did not expose Chen Xun either. The latter cared about his dignity; he had lost face on Garbage Island, then spent several thousand years clawing it back.
"Brother Song, what use are these wisps of fortune?" Chen Xun examined them closely. "These ancient treasures seem to be their vessels. If they are damaged, I fear they will be gone."
"They protect the house..."
"Little Scarlet, dig open that little grave mound behind the mountain and send him on to immortality."
"Roar~~ No problem, Xun Bro!"
"Hey! Hey! Factory Master, misunderstanding! This humble Daoist's tongue slipped again!"
Song Heng's pupils abruptly contracted. He knew this Lion Dog possessed some rites for sending souls beyond. "Brother Scarlet, this is no joking matter."
Chen Xun chuckled, swept his sleeve, and sat down on the ground. "Brother Song, speak quickly."
The baby boy on his back had bright, clear eyes. He lay quietly against Chen Xun's back, looking peaceful, neither crying nor fussing.
Song Heng sighed softly. In an instant, a Treasure-Seeking Compass appeared in his hand, one even Black Bull had once been unable to fathom. "One wisp longs for mountains, one wisp longs for water, and one wisp longs for fate. The more fortune vessels there are, the more the surrounding