Wang Quan did not know whether blue smoke would rise from his ancestral graves in the real world, nor did he want to know.
After obtaining this house of the dead, his first thought was to follow the method he had once jokingly discussed with Ying Jiaren: find a way to build himself a Great Tomb and gather all the blue smoke from the graves for his own use.
Whoosh!
He cast a spell and blew out a breath of wind.
That wind swept in every direction, blowing into room after room to investigate their interiors.
It roamed over the roofs and eaves, along the rafters, and beneath the beds.
It even passed through the cracks between the bricks, searching for any hidden chambers.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the wind swept back and projected the scenes it had just surveyed.
Wang Quan examined them carefully. Only after finding nothing unusual did he smile.
"Then next, I'll turn this house of the dead into a marker!"
"As for the large mansion Ghost God Soft Bristle gave me... I'll store it away for now and deal with it later!"
As he considered this, he patted his Hundred-Treasure Pouch, releasing materials and ritual implements one after another to form a ritual array.
Then he took out a tier-one Five-Colored Altar, mounted it, and began performing his rites.
Just as he mounted the altar to perform his rites, Daoist Two Ravens and the others outside finally settled their contest.
They limped inside with bruised and swollen faces. "Lord Flower-Scatter, we've... assigned the positions!"
"Lord Flower-Scatter, what are you doing?"
"Why are you glowing gold all over?"
"Why has a vortex appeared above your head?"
"Is that the Real World? You're committing an outrageous transgression, linking