Birdsong suddenly rose in the woods, clear, stirring, and lovely to hear.
Amid the chirping, the white lotuses swayed gently in the wind, giving rise to a wisp of pale smoke. Within it, a figure gradually appeared.
It was a beautiful woman clad in gauze, dancing with the trembling petals. Her movements were graceful, her figure alluring, her glances fluid, naturally setting the heart and mind adrift.
Watching these scenes, Heaven Near Person rolled his eyes, his gray-white eyes looking particularly terrifying.
Everyone knew that the Zen Child was the most unfathomable figure on the Chaotian Continent.
He might dare compete with the Zen Child in divining heaven's secrets, but he knew he fell far short in strength and cultivation realm.
Yet the Zen Child had not acted in person, after all, but merely left behind a strand of Zen intent.
Now it seemed that the methods this strand of Zen intent employed on its own were not so very wondrous.
Heaven Near Person calmed down, took a dozen or so ancient copper coins from the previous dynasty out of his sleeve, and scattered them before him with apparent casualness.
The ancient coins landed on the muddy ground. Some sank edgewise into the mud, some lay flat in the muddy water, and some rolled away in various directions.
Heaven Near Person followed the coins forward, wholly unmoved by the women dancing on the white lotuses. He did not even invoke the contemplation of white bones.
As he walked, his sleeves stirred the wind, and light gradually radiated from within his body. He strode like a dragon or a tiger.
The birdsong in the woods suddenly grew shrill. The white lotuses swayed more urgently in the wind, and the women dancing among their petals moved ever more alluringly, their clothes gradually