The third anomaly site:
There were still large ships below, but there were more here than at the previous two locations.
Aboard the ships, many cultivators and spirit monsters, led by several cultivators from the Si Household, were bombarding the river with spells and magical artifacts.
The river water erupted, a sea of scarlet.
Wang Quan did not act immediately. Instead, he had the hunchbacked old man and the others use their methods to observe the surrounding mountains and the course of the river's undercurrents.
He let these cultivators discuss things, waiting until they reached a conclusion before walking them through corrections and explanations.
Working this way took the hunchbacked old man and the others' application of magical knowledge-Feng Shui, rituals, Earth Veins, and more-to a new level.
More importantly, they learned the framework for thinking about such matters.
When they encountered similar situations in the future, they could apply the framework, adapt its structure to their own magical artifacts, materials, and so on, and make minor adjustments to put it to use.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea...
A quarter of an hour...
Half an hour...
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun casually tossed dozens of bolts of Thunderfire down below and muttered, "Have you nearly figured it out yet?"
"Those fellows down there can't hold out much longer!"
"In another cup of tea's time, the anomalies will swallow them all!"
"When that happens, we'll have to find a new group and start over. That'll cost us more than three months."
Wang Quan said nothing, looking instead at the female cultivator who had been crying earlier.
Her face flushed crimson, and she gritted her teeth. "I've understood and mastered it!"
The other cultivators nodded in turn. "I've mastered it!"
Finally, Wang Quan looked at the hunchbacked old