Ball Ball Cultivation

"Hey, what a sin."

After learning what had happened, Qiuqiu followed the lady in red to a real estate agency and gained some understanding of the surrounding market.

If that were all, there should be no problem with the decoration, but Qiuqiu still felt something was different. She couldn't put it into words. She didn't know why her perception was so strongly suppressed in this world, and everything she did seemed to be ineffective, just like the original Wen Na.

Three days later, Wen Yuan came back from abroad, his expressionless face showing obvious excitement: "This time I followed Qin Xiao to the Sun Country. He bought some of the world's most advanced experimental equipment. I accidentally got two fire-attributed non-spiritual volcanic origin beads." As he spoke, he showed off the bracelet that had accumulated nine beads.

"Congratulations, you only need two more to complete your bracelet." A bracelet consists of eleven hollow silver balls, nine of which are already filled with various colored essence beads. However, only his own is five-colored. Now there are two red fire-attribute beads, two brown earth-attribute beads, two dark green wood-attribute beads, two blue water-attribute beads, and the most unique five-colored one.

"Well, next I will go to some abandoned gold mines, silver mines, and copper mines to see if I can find any gold origin beads."

"I have a high school classmate who majored in geology, so it's relatively easy for me to get a map of the distribution of abandoned mineral veins." This is thanks to Wen Na's good popularity. As long as it's not excessive, those classmates will still have a good relationship even if they haven't been in touch for a few years.

"Have you encountered anything interesting? Tell me about it."

"I didn't see anything interesting, but I did encounter one weird thing."

Qiuqiu looked inquiringly, it must be quite difficult to make this non-human feel weird.

"The two fire essence beads I collected caused the mountain spirit to completely disappear, but there was basically no sign of damage to the mountain. The disappearance of the mountain spirit was inexplicable, and it was filled with yin energy even though it was clearly a volcano. However, even such a volcano would still erupt from time to time. I collected the volcano's essence, and it will not erupt in the short term."

"How long do you mean by a short time?"

"About five or six hundred years."

"There is no volcanic eruption caused by mountain spirits. It is just that the energy accumulates to a certain level and then naturally overflows."

"But a volcano without a fire spirit won't erupt as frequently."

"Have you ever considered that these are all man-made, with extreme yin stimulating extreme yang?"

"What do you mean?"

"Collect or suppress the mountain spirits, and use the Yin souls to regularly inject them into the extremely yang volcanic essence to stimulate the volcano to erupt regularly."

"You mean to use ghosts as nourishment to regularly trigger energy riots?"

"I am also not certain."

"What do they want?"

"I don't know about that, but there are examples like this in the world of cultivation. To nourish the spirit veins or the Yin veins, demonic cultivators will also artificially create demonic energy and resentment."

"They might be using the energy from the volcanic eruption to defeat the ghosts and gain soul power. You know that absorbing and devouring ghosts will cause you to lose your rationality. If you only absorb soul power, you can solidify your soul. As long as the soul exists, you won't truly die. This is a different kind of immortality. You humans have always used all means to pursue immortality."

"Okay, these are just speculations. I have something to tell you. Your eldest son has a renovation job, but I went to check out the location and there are some issues, but I can't see what the problem is."

"I'll go check it out with you later."

"Let's go in the evening. I went to see it at noon and couldn't find any problems."

"Okay, ask Wen Lei to notify the host family, and we'll go in and take a look tonight."

As the lights came on, Wen Yuan and Qiuqiu were waiting in the corridor on the 13th floor. Soon they saw Wen Lei with a clean boy who looked like a student.

Qiuqiu immediately took out a mask and gave it to Wen Yuan, "Put it on quickly. It will be very troublesome if Wen Lei recognizes you."

Wen Yuan also had no intention of letting Wen Lei know that he was occupying his father's body.

Wen Lei and Wen Na have been close since childhood. When he saw his sister, he immediately flattered her, "Sister, this is Yang Kun. This floor belongs to him. You asked me to notify him to come and open the door. I'm at a nearby construction site, so I came over with him."

This little brother really trusted Wen Na. He brought the landlord over with him after just one phone call without asking why. Of course, I had to protect my silly brother.

Qiuqiu's communication skills are quite good. Seeing Yang Kun coming over, he briefly introduced himself: "This is Taoist Master Yuanwen. You know the problem with your house. Although I believe in science and reject superstition now, I still prefer to believe in feng shui. Your floor is not good to begin with, and it happens to face the unlucky location of the crematorium, so it's necessary to find someone to take a look."

First, overwhelm the other party with your momentum, and then offer comfort: "It's okay even if you don't believe it. If the renovation contract fails, you can still declare to the public that the house has been inspected by a master and there are no problems. You can also rent it for a good price."

Yang Kun nodded in understanding and thanked him: "Thank you, Sister Wen, I understand. You are doing this for Brother Wen's work to go smoothly, and I also hope that my house will no longer be idle."

Yang Kun took a bunch of keys and opened the doors one by one until the last one. Yang Kun's calm expression became a little sad.

Qiuqiu and Wen Yuan looked at them one by one. Four of the poorly located houses were around 50 or 60 square meters, and in the middle was a large house over 100 square meters. The last one had the largest living room, facing north and west. The floor was covered in cement and sand, and if you looked closely, there was a black and red area.

It seemed to be the place where Yang Kun's mother died. Wen Lei was quite well prepared, holding a large electric light and shining it wherever Wen Yuan saw.

Suddenly Wen Yuan looked at Yang Kun and said, "I'm not a liar, nor am I a Taoist priest who only knows a little bit."

Yang Kun: I just don’t want to think about my mother anymore. When I saw this Taoist priest looking around, I just thought about him casually.

Explained: "I didn't think so."

In my heart: Even if you are a liar, it has nothing to do with me and I don’t need to pay.

Wen Yuan got even angrier when he heard his inner thoughts: "Even if you pay me, I won't come."

Hearing Yang Kun's disdain, he still patiently explained: "I came here for their sake."

Qiuqiu noticed that something was wrong with Wen Yuan. Although he had the ability to read minds, he generally wouldn't do it easily. Secondly, he wouldn't bother with a twenty-year-old boy. Moreover, even if the boy didn't believe him in his heart, he wouldn't show any offense on his face.

He quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Master Yuanwen, did you see something?"

Wen Yuan turned a deaf ear and continued to verbally attack Yang Kun, every word of which hit home.

Wen Lei, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt something was amiss. He walked up to Qiuqiu and asked in a low voice, "Sister, why isn't this master you found reliable? It's okay if we don't do this business. We can't offend people for no reason. This Xiao Yang is pretty good."