Lin Feng froze.
Saving your lives?
How did I save anyone?
Who did I save?
Who are you?
Who am I?
How did I save you?
I can barely keep myself alive!
I have no freaking clue!
Besides, I wasn't trying to save you.
I was using the Five-Ghost Transport Art to find a few unlucky ghosts to explore the Map for me. Who knew the spirit-summoning stage could call up something like this?
Since when did I, Lin Feng, have that kind of pull?
Haven't you gotten something wrong?
Still, all that aside...
When he saw them pouring knowledge into him...
Lin Feng obediently shut his mouth.
As the saying went, only an idiot turned down a freebie.
Feeling the new knowledge flow into his brain...
Lin Feng sat down cross-legged.
He received the gifts of these feng shui diviners.
These feng shui diviners varied in skill.
That was only natural.
Feng shui diviners also inherited the teachings of the Geomancy Lineage. There were many kinds of them: face readers and fortune-tellers who served as guests in the mansions of high officials and marquises; idlers beneath overpasses who interpreted hexagrams and written characters; and masters who surveyed mountains and traced their veins, serving as advisers to tomb-robbing gangs.
They all learned the same craft but followed different paths. Gradually, even the broad field of Geomancy split into smaller specialties, each with its own direction.
Eventually...
Under the pressure of history, the teachings of feng shui became increasingly specialized.
Practitioners of the same craft grew increasingly unfamiliar with one another.
In the end, they became strangers.
The barriers between specialties grew ever higher.
Everyone specialized in their own field, refining their expertise. If these men in broad scholar's headscarves came from the late Song or early Yuan period, it was