The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 276 Whereabouts, Speculation

The White Tiger Raising its Head Sha is caused by a window facing west. Originally, the White Tiger Sha could be eliminated simply by repairing or rebuilding the window, or by destroying the building.

However, the reality was quite different. Through Feng Ling's observation, he discovered that this white tiger, which originated from malevolent energy, had mutated after being eroded by the demonic energy of this place for thousands of years!
Not only does it possess a high level of intelligence, but its cultivation has also reached the late stage of level twelve. From the sinister red glow revealed in its snow-white fur, one can deduce that many unlucky challengers have perished in its belly.

Therefore, simply altering the feng shui cannot destroy it. Moreover, a mutated feng shui demon tiger is extremely rare. If it can be subdued, it will certainly add to one's abilities. That is why Feng Ling took the previous action.

"Aww, aww..."

Feng Ling's robes billowed as he slammed down with a palm strike as swift as lightning. The white tiger below, which was fleeing in panic, was unable to offer any decent resistance and was slammed onto the ruined ground, letting out a series of whimpers and screams.

Feng Ling's mind stirred slightly, and he wanted to subdue the white tiger again, but judging from its bared teeth, fierce eyes, and the blood-red glow of the "king" character on its forehead, it would rather die than submit.

"Pity!"

Feng Ling shook his head inwardly and struck down with a palm like the sky, sending the white tiger crashing down once again.

The blood-red light emanating from the character "王" on its forehead vanished, and its body gradually became transparent, seemingly on the verge of dissipating into energy and returning to the world.

"call out!"

Just then, a beautiful, colorful scroll fluttered in the night sky.

It flew out of Feng Ling's body on its own without being summoned, and swept the dissipating White Tiger evil spirit into the painting.

"Kunpeng and Luoshen Painting!"

Looking at the colorful scroll that suddenly appeared and brought about the changes, Feng Ling was overjoyed. With a thought, he raised his hand and gently waved it.

The colorful scroll swirled around Feng Ling several times, shrinking as it fell into his hand.

Feng Ling glanced at the miniature seven-colored scroll lying quietly in his palm, his expression complex.

Since the last battle between Ling Weiyun's clone and Hei Shui Tu, after the Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram self-protected its master in the explosion of the Dry Tomb Bone Grave Array, it has been dormant for several years. During these years, no matter what methods Feng Ling tried, he was unable to awaken it.

"Old friend, you've finally awakened!"

As soon as he finished speaking, feeling a gentle wave of response emanating from his palm, Feng Ling couldn't help but smile knowingly, feeling even more confident about this trip to Jiuying.

"Using blood as the guide and soul as the source, Blood Soul Tracking Technique, seek!" He bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood dripped into the colorful scroll.

Feng Ling immediately closed his eyes and made a hand seal. A strange fluctuation pulled his mind and rapidly traversed tens of millions of miles. In the darkness, he sensed the vitality fluctuations and location of the withered old man.

In the blurry scene, a withered old man is fleeing at top speed in an ancient city, pursued closely by a group of eerie black-robed figures.

"Green—Moss—View—" As if sensing something, the withered old man's lips moved slightly three times, but in this moment of slight distraction, he was intercepted by three men in black robes and took three blows in a row.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood was ejected from the force of the impact. The withered old man had no time to suppress his injuries and decisively used the force of the impact to continue his escape.

Then, the video stopped...

Green Moss Temple!? Suddenly opening his eyes, Feng Ling put away the Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram with a gloomy expression, his eyes filled with killing intent. If he remembered correctly, Xu Banxian was a disciple of Green Moss Temple.

Back then, just because they offended a big shot in the temple, Master Xu and his apprentice ended up having their cultivation crippled and being expelled from the Green Moss Temple.

"Congratulations on successfully passing the level! You are now qualified to enter the next level. Remember, you must not steal any plants or trees from the barrier again. Otherwise, you will be considered to have failed the level and will be eliminated on the spot!" The booming voice broke Feng Ling's thoughts.

“Hmm.” Feng Ling pondered for a moment, then nodded. Now that he had learned through the Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram that his clone was temporarily safe, and since he had more important things to do, he wasn’t in a hurry.

Once the Nine-Headed Serpent Grass is dealt with, one can find Master Xu and ask him for the location of the Green Moss Temple.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the crimson barrier vanished permanently, revealing a dazzling orange halo in the distance. From then on, the Nine Infants Land was no longer divided into the eighth and ninth rings.

Although Feng Ling did not know why the Nine Rings Barrier disappeared, he could guess from the mysterious Daoist voice that he must have caused an accident during the trial, which would result in him failing the trial if he picked up items without permission. As a result of this, the consequence of failing the trial changed from the harmless "starting over" to "being wiped out on the spot"!
"Could it be related to the White Tiger or Tai Sui?"

Feng Ling already had a guess in his heart. After all, he only took these two items during the Nine Rings Trial. As for the Demon Dragon Pearl and other items, although they were destroyed, he knew that they would be restored as long as they were not taken away.

In other words, if some of the core items in the trial are taken away, it could disrupt the normal operation of the barrier, causing the so-called trial to cease to exist.

This act of using the rules of the cholera game to clear the level clearly violates the original intention of setting up this barrier and is absolutely not allowed.

"Bang—" As the nine-ring barrier was destroyed, the strange black cloud beneath Feng Ling's feet fluctuated violently, as if it had used up its last bit of energy to teleport him to the front of the eight-ring barrier. Then, with a bang, it turned into smoke and dissipated.

"Cancan—" A series of eerie cries came from behind, and countless fierce ghosts pounced with bared teeth and claws. Just as they were about to grab Feng Ling's clothes, a deep orange vortex of light rose from the eight-ring barrier, which not only shone the fierce ghosts in front of him into oblivion, but also sucked Feng Ling into it.

"Hiss—to freeze nine dragon veins in one fell swoop, using the power of destiny to defy fate! Such a grand gesture, I wonder who came up with it?"

Upon entering the vortex passage once more, Feng Ling gained a deeper understanding of the Nine Infants Land and glimpsed a clue, causing a storm of emotions to surge within him.

In this world, there are not many people who understand the secrets of feng shui. So far, Feng Ling has encountered very few, and most of them are evil spirit masters who only know how to use basic feng shui secrets to harm people.

They are like tiny fireflies, utterly unworthy to be compared to the bright moon that created the land of the Nine Infants.

Furthermore, the latter's mastery of feng shui techniques may even have reached a level comparable to that of Feng Ling in his previous life, making him the first person Feng Ling has ever seen in this life.

“Evil Spirit Master—” Feng Ling’s eyes flickered. Everything that had happened since his reincarnation was more or less related to Feng Shui secrets. He always felt that this matter was strange, but he had never been able to put it into words before. Only now did he realize that all the blame was being placed on the evil spirit master!
“Evil spirit master… Feng Shui secrets…” Inside the vortex passage, Feng Ling murmured to himself, his new discovery fueling his imagination: “Perhaps, by following the clues from the evil spirit master and tracing the origins of the Feng Shui secrets, I can find a way back to my past life…”

Just as Feng Ling was making his own guesses, the entire vortex passage spun around, and a faintly glowing orange beam of light descended from the sky from the seventh ring area.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ling, whose figure suddenly appeared a thousand meters in the air, felt his feet sink and fell straight down along the orange beam of light.

"Quack, quack...!"

A chilling, piercing scream swept in like a tidal wave, and countless green lights suddenly appeared below, all locking onto Feng Ling's aura.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)