Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound came from the brazier, and flames shot up nearly a foot high.

Seeing this, Zhao Xian turned around, grabbed a piece of firewood, and threw it into the basin to extinguish the rapidly rising flames.

Everyone in the room remained silent, lost in thought.

"In the afternoon, Ah Xian and I will go down into the well to investigate again."

"Once you leave this door, this matter will remain buried in your heart!"

After a moment of silence, Grandfather Zhao Mu looked around at everyone and said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded silently.

"Sanlang, you've honed your skills in the Skin Refining Realm for many years; it's time to reach the next level!"

After a few moments of contemplation, Zhao Mu looked at Zhao Li and said.

"Father is absolutely right. I will try to break through this barrier in the near future."

After this incident, Zhao Li decided to stop deliberately suppressing his cultivation.

My uncle Zhao Li's family: My aunt was frail and often ill. My uncle spent most of the money he earned from his hard work throughout the year on buying nourishing medicines for my aunt, and rarely spent it on himself.

If it weren't for Ah Duan and Ah Bing also embarking on the path of Taoism, most of the talisman money they had previously earned would have been used on their aunt.

Moreover, my uncle saved me from the two raids, and I must repay this debt of gratitude!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xian took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to his uncle, saying with a smile, "Uncle, I am now cultivating by consuming Essence Pills, so these four Nourishing Essence Pills are of little use."

"Uncle, please take this and consume it first, so you can advance to the Tendon-Refining stage as soon as possible!"

"Ah Xian, stop talking nonsense!" The uncle raised an eyebrow and scolded him, then said sternly, "Today is the thirtieth day of the first lunar month, and there are only two days left until the second day of the second lunar month. You need to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible."

"The fourth level of Qi Refining is already considered the mid-stage of Qi Refining; only in this way can one gain the favor of Lord Ting!"

"Uncle is absolutely right, Ah Xian, quickly put it away!"

"I received 3,500 coins, which I don't really need, but I can use them to help my uncle with his cultivation!"

The eldest brother, Zhao Zheng, also spoke up to stop him, saying in a serious tone.

As the eldest grandson of his grandfather, he naturally had to assume the responsibilities of an elder brother.

The others also spoke up to persuade him.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian felt a warmth in his heart, but still insisted with a smile, "I will be able to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining tonight!"

"If there is indeed a spiritual vein in the well, my uncle is fierce and courageous. Once he reaches the Tendon Refining level, he will surely be able to protect our family."

"Fine, let's do as Ah Xian says!"

After a few moments of contemplation, Grandfather Zhao Mu immediately made the decision.

"Ah Xian, since that's the case, your uncle won't stand on ceremony with you. If you have any of your Essence Pills left, give me a few as well."

"We martial artists, in tempering our bodies and qi, also have the realms of great achievement and perfection; the difference between the two is like heaven and earth!"

The uncle took the white porcelain bottle and then said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Grandfather Zhao Mu immediately looked at Zhao Li, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian immediately looked surprised. He had never expected that his uncle would have such ambitions, as he had never seen any signs of it before!

Without hesitation, he took out another porcelain bottle from his pocket, left one elixir, and gave the rest to his uncle.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi did not speak up to stop them.

As a father, he knew that his son, Ah Xian, was reliable and dependable.

"That ring-handled sword is of little use to me, so Uncle, you may take it for yourself!"

Zhao Ji, who was standing to the side, also spoke up.

The group discussed the matter for a long time, and then had lunch at their uncle's house at noon.

After lunch, Zhao Xian and his grandfather Zhao Mu headed towards the inner gate, while the others went home.

......

After leaving the inner gate, the grandfather and grandson walked for a while and arrived at the field where the well was located.

My grandfather stood by the well, looked around, and gazed at the horizon, lost in thought.

Zhao Xian then used his divine sense to probe the well water in the wooden bucket again, only to find that the spiritual energy in the water had dissipated.

"Sanlang, send me down the well!"

After a moment of silence, the grandfather gave a brief instruction.

"Grandfather, you are getting old, and the well is damp and cold. Why don't I go down into the well and scoop the water into a wooden bucket? You can then check the water level in the bucket!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian immediately tried to dissuade him.

"Alright, after we light the campfire, you go down into the well to fetch water!"

After a moment's thought, the grandfather agreed.

Zhao Xian quickly got up, gathered the firewood, and flicked his fingers, causing a flame to rise from his fingertips and land on the firewood.

A moment later, the campfire grew stronger, and Zhao Xian stepped into the bamboo basket, carrying a wooden bucket. His grandfather slowly turned the windlass, and the bamboo basket descended into the well.

When they went back down to the bottom of the well, the water was already more than a foot deep. They had to carry more than a dozen buckets up before they could scoop the water out of the well.

Grandfather shouted, and then pulled Zhao Xian up again.

"There is indeed a trace of spiritual energy in the well water. Your spiritual sense is weak, while I have reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. Let me go down into the well to investigate further."

Having said that, the grandfather disregarded Zhao Xian's objections and climbed onto the bamboo basket.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Xian had to send his grandfather into the well.

After his grandfather had been in the well for about a quarter of an hour, the rope suddenly started shaking violently. Zhao Xian quickly turned the windlass and pulled him up.

It was freezing cold, and the wind was howling. As soon as the bamboo basket was raised to the well, my grandfather couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing this, Zhao Xian quickly took off his outer robe and draped it over his grandfather, then helped him to the fire.

Unfortunately, there was no hot soup prepared, so my grandfather had to rely on the campfire to keep warm.

After a moment, the grandfather's expression softened and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sanlang, I have good news and bad news. Which news do you wish to know first?"

"Bad news!"

Seeing that his grandfather was unharmed, Zhao Xian replied with a smile.

"The well is not a spiritual vein!"

"Grandfather, what's the good news?"

"The spiritual energy beneath the well is not without origin; it can exist for a long time!"

Grandfather Zhao Mu gazed at Wohu Mountain, several miles away, and said leisurely.

Zhao Xian followed his gaze and saw that it was Wohu Mountain. His heart stirred, and he immediately asked, "Grandfather, does the spiritual energy come from Wohu Mountain?"

"Ah Xian is wise. There must be an extremely hidden spiritual vein in Crouching Tiger Mountain, whose spiritual energy seeps into the underground water veins."

"This well was dug right on top of a water vein!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mu nodded slightly and explained.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian's mind stirred, and he secretly channeled his magical power into the acupoints of his eyes. A flash of red light appeared in his eyes and then disappeared. He then looked at the well.

In the dim yellow atmosphere, there was indeed a faint blue hue floating up and down. With a slight thought, Zhao Xian wanted to follow that faint blue hue to find traces of water veins.

Unexpectedly, a sharp pain shot through my eyes, and they immediately filled with tears!

Seeing Zhao Xian with tears streaming down his face, Zhao Mu laughed heartily.

My grandson is usually so mature and composed; it's quite rare to see him so reckless and flustered.

"How could a mere 'spiritual eye technique' possibly locate a water vein!"

"If water veins could be found so easily, what use would there be for geomancers and spirit finders!"

With a soft chuckle, another gaunt figure surfaced in Zhao Mu's mind.

"Sun Gan, a local geomancer from Chunping Village, moved here from another place with his wife and children more than 20 years ago. I originally thought he was a swindler, but I never expected that he would actually have some skills."

Thinking of this, Zhao Mu then revealed the origins of the geomancer Sun Qian.

"Grandpa, uncle once said~"

At this point, Zhao Xian paused, then raised his hand and swung it sharply downwards.

"We're all from the same village, why are you going to such lengths!"

Zhao Mu chuckled and shook his head.

"Water veins are hard to find; this guy's success is probably just a coincidence."

"However, even if it is not a spiritual vein, the well contains a thin layer of spiritual energy, which will cause quite a stir in Shanghuting and even Wohu Township."