I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 320 A Great Success of Inspiration

Throwing away poverty and welcoming wealth is a fairly formal day, but unlike major festivals such as the Kitchen God Festival and the Spring Festival, this day is mainly based on practicality.

According to traditional customs, starting from New Year's Eve, people cannot take out the trash at home, and this situation will continue until the fourth day of the Lunar New Year when people are considered poor.

The origin of this custom is unknown, but according to the common saying nowadays, throwing away garbage during the Lunar New Year will throw away the good fortune of the family as well, and you can only throw away bad luck and poverty at a specific time.

Ultimately, it's nothing more than everyone collectively discarding household waste.

However, due to the influence of folk customs and vows, this custom has gradually formed a fixed ritual. On this day, Taoist practitioners will also hold various rituals to prevent the "poor energy" that is thrown out from spreading wantonly and affecting the local economy.

However, Feng Xue naturally didn't care much about such things. He was studying the revised version of "Xuanwu Cantong Qi" that Xiao Lingdang had rushed to finish overnight. The reason why it changed from "Tongxiu Qi" to "Cantong Qi" was because it was originally just Xuanwu Tongxiu, but now it is Xuanwu Shen Sanxiu.

"Cantong" means both "referencing" and "cultivating the three methods simultaneously." As for omitting the word "divine," it is simply because the divine way is mysterious when it is profound and martial when it is martial. The word "same" can encompass it all.

Although it was still a normal standing meditation, Feng Xue held a jade seal in each hand. The pre-adjusted proportions of vital energy and willpower were slowly mobilized, merged, and injected into her sea of ​​consciousness as her blood circulated, refilling the empty pool of magical power.

The new magic power doesn't actually offer a decisive advantage in casting spells. If you had to say, it's just that it's more controllable. But for Feng Xue's mediocre soul that hasn't yet entered the Dao, it's still not as precise as the control of a Daoist cultivator. And if she uses magic artifacts like spell units, she can't utilize this agility.

Fortunately, Feng Xue knew that what she was seeking was "practice techniques" rather than "fighting techniques." The magical power she cultivated was not the goal, but a bridge to the next step.

It must be said that the martial arts techniques that Aunt Bai found were all unique. There were internal skills such as the Frost Force and the Crimson Sun Force, as well as mental techniques that guided the defensive qi through different meridians to give the body a specific boost. Combined with the Five Elements Qi and the Ying-Wei circulation system that Feng Xue had already comprehended, the improvement of her physical fitness was just around the corner.

After finishing a set of stance training exercises, Feng Xue wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and looked up. She could see a dark aura brewing in the sky above the city. This aura was not fierce or dangerous, but rather resembled the gathering of smoke from chimneys when every household burned coal in winter during her childhood.

"This is poverty? It's quite a sight! By the way, what do we do with this stuff? Where do we send it?"

Feng Xue was quite curious about this grand spectacle, and even had a dangerous thought—

"What would happen if we used Ghidorah to directly devour all this poverty energy and unleash the true form of the Dragon God?"

"You'd better not even think about it!" Mo Ying's voice suddenly rang out. Feng Xue smiled upon hearing this: "Of course. If you know it's bad luck and still go for it, wouldn't that be like thinking you're too lucky?"

As he was speaking, he was about to stop the Qi Observation Technique, but at that moment, a thick plume of black smoke suddenly broke through the black clouds, and a terrifying aura burst forth instantly.

"what's the situation?"

Fortunately, Feng Xue turned off the Qi Observation Technique, but even a fleeting glimpse made his eyes sting and his head buzz.

He was already in a state of disharmony between his body and soul after refining the power of his vows. Now, stimulated like this, he squatted on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably from his squinted eyes.

Fortunately, after realizing the risks of absorbing the power of wishes, Feng Xue took special precautions. She immediately took out a talisman with a calming mantra from her pocket, poured her magic power into it, and began to cast it on herself without stopping. This thing had no effect on the disharmony between the spirit and the body, but it could effectively calm the shock to the mind. Feng Xue was originally just mentally shaken, and after casting more than a dozen calming mantras, she finally recovered.

"You scared me to death!" Liu Yunxi, who rushed out immediately after sensing that something was wrong with Feng Xue, breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to help Feng Xue up, and was about to take him inside to rest.

But Feng Xue precisely stopped Liu Yunxi's movement, her brows furrowed as she looked in the direction where Zhuoyuan had previously struck—

"Little Bell, bring up the port city map and see where the Turbid Wish erupted just now!"

"Yes, Master." The little bell's voice rang out from the smartwatch, and a three-dimensional map of the port city appeared.

Feng Xue's consciousness was linked to the little bell, and even if it was just a fleeting impression, it was quickly marked on the map—

"Reporting to the master, the target area is located near the deep-water port of the port city. The location should be on land. Here is the distribution of surrounding buildings and people."

Lines of text appeared next to the map, and Feng Xue began to read them, referring to the markings on the map. She quickly noticed a problem—

"Dragon King Temple? (Note ①)"

Actually, it's quite normal for the port to offer sacrifices to the Dragon King. If it were at a different time or in a different place, Feng Xue wouldn't have thought too much about it. But not long ago, he noticed that storytellers in both Foreigners' Street and Temple Street were telling stories that made fun of the Dragon King!
"So, those storytellers really did have a premeditated plan? No, it shouldn't be that. It's more likely that someone specifically hires these storytellers to tell corresponding stories. They don't even need to plan. They just need to give a few coins as a reward and have them tell a story. This is very common for street performers in this era. Don't even mention Nezha making a ruckus in the sea or the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. If you pay enough, they'll even give you things like lotus flowers spitting out and martial arts pendants!"

Feng Xue couldn't be said to be slow to realize it; she simply never thought that a group of storytellers could have such a big impact.

But looking at it now, Feng Xue feels it's all too familiar. Why is it so familiar?
"Isn't this a demon-subduing spell?"

Feng Xue grinned and thought about it carefully. Apart from the change in entertainment from live streaming to storytelling, this thing was almost a complete replica of his operations in the He Concession.

Upon hearing the words "demon-subduing incantation," Liu Yunxi realized what was happening. Looking at the distant, sky-reaching vortex, she frowned and said:

"So someone wants to summon a Dragon King illusory god? But what's their motive? Surely the other party also has a seed of faith, right?"

"Maybe it was a suicide bombing?"

Recalling the water vein's power in the mind of that Japanese man, Feng Xue immediately remembered the previous divination and said:
"Let's pack our things and get ready to go!"

"Ugh, another time travel?" Liu Yunxi's face darkened immediately. She had already converted debt into equity, so at least let her balance the bill! Otherwise, if she left again, she might be accused of skipping out on the bill again!
Hearing her say that, Feng Xue shook her head and said:
"What are you thinking? Have you forgotten how Little Bell calculated things before? The rigid are easily broken, we must follow the righteous path! Pack up your old stuff, let's go to the City God Temple!"

(End of this chapter)