Moving veins, moving mountains, setting everything in order...
With his previous experience and the help of the Central Yellow Pole Yellow-Horned Immortal Dharma Aspect, Xuanming handled everything with practiced ease, finishing after several busy days.
Floating Cloud Mountain, Truth-Seeking Abbey.
After Xuanming returned, all the True Persons gathered.
In the Path-Seeking Courtyard, water boiled for tea. He lifted the kettle and brewed it with natural movements. Every gesture flowed effortlessly, carrying a distinctive charm that was pleasing to the eye.
Purifying blood baleful intent, subduing the Yellow Dragon, battling a Yang Spirit, contending for a Dragon Vein, repairing damage, ordering mountains, and opening the flow of earth qi—Xuanming had been rushing about without pause through all these affairs. He was truly tired.
Now, beneath the Spirit Pine, he watched the tender green tea leaves gently unfurl as boiling water poured over them. He raised his cup and lightly inhaled its fragrance, the fresh aroma seeping into his heart. Then he took a small sip to moisten his throat. Warmth flowed through his body, nourishing his stomach and spleen, and his mind relaxed a little in the comfort.
The Daoists did not rashly speak. Only when the weariness on Xuanming's face gradually eased and a trace of ease emerged from him did Xuanxu break the silence, asking how things had unfolded and what the outcome had been.
Xuan Kong and the others listened closely. Their cultivation was low, and they had been too far away to see clearly; they only knew that the commotion had been tremendous.
Floating Cloud Mountain was a branch of Azure Dragon Mountain, and the two shared prosperity and ruin. Although the arrangements made by the Truth-Seeking Abbey had reduced the main vein's influence on the branch to a minimum, the Dragon Vein still affected Floating Cloud