Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

"Though I die without regret!"

Fang Zheng remained silent.

He could hear the villagers praising Elder Jia; such a beloved figure relied not only on ’trickery’ but on a true heart.

That sense of responsibility that remained unchanged for decades.

Elder Jia didn’t rely on ’trickery’ to make money, as evidenced by his impoverished courtyard, which was why Fang Zheng was willing to help.

The other party no longer sought an array, only an answer.

"The old gentleman has a benevolent heart, this poor Daoist is impressed."

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and slowly spoke:

"However..."

"You do not have the talent in this regard."

Even in the Otherworld, cultivators are few; whether there is a complete tradition in modern society is uncertain, naturally even fewer.

"Talent?"

Elder Jia’s heart trembled greatly:

"What talent?"

"If you wish to practice magic, your divine soul must be outstanding, such a person is one in a million..." Fang Zheng looked at him and sighed lightly:

"Not just one in a million, perhaps not even one in a hundred thousand or a million."

"Ah!"

Elder Jia’s hands trembled, his expression complex.

Today’s experience was like having a mystical door appear before him, yet Fang Zheng’s words meant the door was tightly shut to him.

Ahead,

there was still no path.

Regret was inevitable in his heart.

After a long time.

"Forget it!"

Elder Jia shook his head:

"Forget it!"

"To meet a master today, this old man has no regrets; besides, at my age, even with talent, what could I do?"

"There is truth in that." Fang Zheng nodded:

"Elder Jia need not take it to heart; practicing magic is not necessarily a good thing, the act of walking technique often harms one’s essence and shortens one’s lifespan, rarely ending well."

"Just like inviting a deity today, even with my support, you might still fall ill."

"If it were someone else, even with the talent for cultivation, inviting a deity once would consume a lot of lifespan; doing it several times would lead to premature death."

"Learning it is not as good as not learning it!"

"I see." Elder Jia touched his chest:

"I wondered why I felt a chill here, uncomfortable all over, as if I had done days of hard labor—turns out I was possessed by a ghost."

"This... seems to be the same as what the ancestors said."

Fang Zheng’s words mirrored what was recorded in books, calming his mood considerably, but upon second thought, doubt appeared in his eyes.

Walking technique harms people, so why is Daoist Fang unafraid?

Moreover,

even performing the technique personally cannot guarantee not shortening one’s lifespan, yet Daoist Fang, supporting from the side, only makes me ill.

Furthermore,

according to the books, walking technique requires gestures and chanting, utilizing a Magic Altar, with complicated procedures, yet Daoist Fang can cast spells effortlessly.

Who exactly is this person?

"Third Master!"

Just as doubts filled his mind, someone hurriedly arrived from the front:

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Our ancestral grave has been dug up!"

"What?" Elder Jia’s face changed dramatically.

Not only him, but the others from the Jia Family also turned furious upon hearing this and cursed angrily.

"Damn it!"

"Who the hell did this!"

"Hurry and check it out."

......

The Four Spirits Land is deep within the mountains, home to the Jia family’s ancestors buried two hundred years ago; it takes a whole day and a night to reach from Jia Family Village, and only a few elders would trek there during festivals, while most of the Jia Family doesn’t even know of it.

The ’ancestral grave’ they spoke of lies at the foot of a mountain not far from Jia Family Village.

The Feng Shui here is decent but nowhere near as good as the Four Spirits Land.

Now.

In a forest not far from the ancestral grave, a deep pit has appeared, covered with fallen leaves, unnoticed unless closely approached.

"Are there also Jia Family members buried here?" someone asked in confusion:

"Why not bury them by the ancestral grave?"

"What do you know." Someone shook their head:

"This spot was chosen for a branch from our great-grandfather’s generation; it’s said the Feng Shui here could correspond with the ancestral grave."

"Indeed." Elder Jia’s face was grim:

"This is where Second Uncle’s branch is buried. His fate was different, so he was buried here, forming a Feng Shui Formation with the ancestral grave."

"Now..."

He clenched his fists:

"The Feng Shui has been disrupted!"

Others present might not understand the implication, but he knew; the elder who passed down the cultivation method specifically explained its importance.

Moreover...

"Such a malevolent act."

Fang Zheng examined the opened coffin and murmured:

"The one who acted not only disrupted the Feng Shui but also opened a sealed earth vein. The clashing veins will backlash against the Jia Family that sealed it."

"The benefits the Jia Family gained from Feng Shui will have to be repaid by the next generation."

"Eh..."

Elder Jia’s body swayed, stumbling back.

For a moment, he saw a vision of the next Jia generation falling into untimely death or madness, suffering untold misery.

"Who is it?"

His body shook, roaring with anger:

"Who on earth did this?"

"Our Jia Family hides in this remote corner, never offending any powerful person; why would someone be so sinister as to ruin our Feng Shui?"

"Third Master." Xiao Liu stomped his foot:

"Call the police!"

"Elder Jia." Fang Zheng stroked his chin and spoke slowly:

"The grave robber is likely already dead."

"Oh!"

"What?"

Those around him were taken aback.

"Bang!"

Elder Jia slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up:

"I remember now, to set up the Feng Shui Formation, we coated Second Uncle’s coffin with poison, and the Magical Artifacts inside were also laced with toxin."

"Touching those will certainly lead to death; they won’t live long!"

"Search!"

He turned around and shouted loudly:

"Search the vicinity for any bodies!"

Everyone responded and scattered in all directions.

Judging by the freshness of the soil, the grave robbery likely happened last night; having been poisoned, they couldn’t have escaped far.

Before long.

"Found it!"

"There’s a body here!"

Someone shouted from near the forest, and everyone gathered around.

Just one night, yet the body had already started to rot, emitting a foul stench, which also made it easier to locate.

"Don’t get too close, lest you come into contact with remaining poison."

Elder Jia parted the crowd, squinting at the corpse:

"This person..."

"It’s Gao the Second from Gao Village!" someone exclaimed, recognizing him despite the blurred features:

"This guy spent his days idling about, causing trouble is one thing, but to dare rob our Jia family’s grave?"

"Deservedly dead!"

"He wasn’t alone." Elder Jia’s eyes flickered:

"The objects aren’t on him either."

From the back.

Fang Zheng shook his head slightly.

Nowadays, no one buries anything precious with the deceased; digging up graves brings only doom, not fortune.

This person dug up the Jia Family grave clearly under someone’s guidance.

That person used Gao the Second to open the Jia grave, then utilized Jia techniques to silence him, while they retreated successfully with the objects.

It’s not clear whether...

They acted out of enmity towards the Jia Family, aiming to wreck their Feng Shui and harm the descendants, or purely for the Magical Artifacts buried within.

If it’s the former, the person is truly vicious.

If it’s the latter...

Desiring Magical Artifacts at the cost of the Jia descendants’ fate, such a heart is chilling, firmly on the path of the Evil Dao.

"Master Fang."

As he pondered, Elder Jia approached, bowing deeply:

"This old man has a request, hoping Master Fang will oblige."