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In the afternoon, Jiang Chen had Lin Rumei send Lin Jingzhu and the others to the airport, while he, Lin Rumei, and Ding Yan headed to Eight Immortals Ridge.
At that moment, a Feng Shui Ritual was taking place at Eight Immortals Ridge, presided over by Gu Yun Nan's eldest disciple. Eight Immortals Ridge, located in the western suburbs of Hong Kong Island, got its name from the eight peaks that were said to be frequented by the Eight Immortals.
The peaks of Eight Immortals Ridge were not very high, with the tallest reaching only seven hundred meters. Lin Rumei parked the car in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, and Jiang Chen got out, looking up at the scenery.
"Hey, Mr. Jiang, it's strange. It's not even autumn yet, but all the trees at Eight Immortals Ridge have turned yellow. Still, they look quite beautiful," Lin Rumei remarked with a smile. The area was predominantly filled with Wutong Trees, so even though everything was yellowing, it still had a unique charm.
"I suspect today's Feng Shui Ritual is related to these yellowing trees," Jiang Chen replied. Although Lin Rumei couldn't see it, Jiang Chen noticed a thin layer of earthy yellow energy swirling among the trees of Eight Immortals Ridge. This energy was not Sha Qi but rather Earth Spirit Energy.
Earth Spirit Energy was not to be confused with Earthly Fiendish Aura. It represented the essence of the land; lush vegetation thrived because it absorbed Earth Spirit Energy. If plants absorbed this energy for an extended period, they could gain intelligence and become spirit beings. In contrast, Earthly Fiendish Aura was toxic to the land and could cause plants to wither and mountains to become barren.
The yellowing vegetation at Eight Immortals Ridge was not due to an invasion of Earthly Fiendish Aura but rather a leakage of Earth Spirit Energy. Typically, without external forces, Earth Spirit Energy from mountains and lands would not easily escape.
Jiang Chen expanded his consciousness and scanned Eight Immortals Ridge, quickly realizing that someone had set up a formation there to forcefully expel the Earth Spirit Energy. After being expelled, this energy flowed toward a specific location.
"Let's go take a look," Jiang Chen suggested before leading Lin Rumei and Ding Yan up the steps into Eight Immortals Ridge.
The trees along the stone path were tall, but most of the vegetation appeared wilted and lifeless; what once thrived in vibrant green now displayed alternating shades of yellow and green, lacking vitality.
Upon reaching the Mountain Peak, they found a considerable number of people gathered there. Most were dressed in Tang suits or Zhongshan suits—members of the Feng Shui community. As Jiang Chen surveyed the area, he noticed that Earth Spirit Energy was flowing toward a tomb.
He approached the tombstone and read its inscription: "Artifact Tomb." In front of it stood an elderly man in his seventies wearing a Zhongshan suit, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed solemnly at the Artifact Tomb.
This elderly man was Jia Xingliang, Gu Yun Nan's eldest disciple and one of Hong Kong Island's foremost Feng Shui Masters. With Gu Yun Nan's recent retreat from public life due to age, Jia Xingliang had become a leading figure in Hong Kong Island's Feng Shui community. Some even claimed that he had surpassed his master.
"Strange, what is this Artifact Tomb? I've never heard of it before," Lin Rumei said curiously.
"As the name suggests, it contains a buried artifact," Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
"Why bury an artifact here?" Lin Rumei asked, even more puzzled.
"Just wait and see," Jiang Chen said lightly. He himself was uncertain about Jia Xingliang's intentions and could only observe what would unfold next.
"President Jia, let's open the tomb," a Feng Shui Master whispered. Jia Xingliang was the President of the Hong Kong Island Feng Shui Association, and most of the Feng Shui Masters present were members of the association.
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