Xu Guang's life returned to tranquility once more, with the only addition being his daily practice of the Dragon-Descent Arrow.

This arrow skill is incredibly challenging. Its creator is unknown, but from its name, one can infer that the founder was an exceedingly arrogant person. How many would dare to boast of bringing down a dragon?

Amidst the steaming sweat, Xu Guang soaked in the bath barrel, feeling his muscles gradually relax.

Drawing the bow day after day is quite taxing on the hands. Though he doesn't have a wife, he still thinks he should take good care of himself.

Amidst the chaotic thoughts, the essentials of the Dragon-Descent Arrow Skill involuntarily came to mind.

The Dragon-Descent Arrow emphasizes the word "force"; the greater the force, the more powerful the impact.

It stresses weight, and momentum.

Suddenly, Xu Guang rose from the bath, grabbed the nearby Snow Dragon Bow, pulling the bowstring while naked.

Swoosh~!

The creaking sound echoed in the small room.

An aura of sudden majesty appeared around him, as countless confident events flashed through his mind, gradually swelling the aura.

This is the aura born from Overwhelming Talent.

Release.

The air cracked open like tearing a cloth, exploding suddenly. Waves of air accompanied by the wind spread outwards, blowing the dust off the green bricks on the ground and creating ripples in the bathwater.

Some progress was made.

A smile flashed across Xu Guang's face.

...

Another seven days passed.

Xu Guang was on General Wei's back, holding the Snow Dragon Bow, presenting a strange posture with his toes on the long fur of General Wei's back, as if hanging upside down.

Heavy breathing came out of his nose, like carrying heavy objects, with a faint, mournful dragon hum emitting from the abdomen.

Feeling the scorching airflow in the abdomen, his whole body was burning, and his muscles were trembling all over.

As time passed by, Xu Guang slowly released the bowstring, taking a deep breath.

He just glanced at the panel, still not seeing the Dragon-Descent Arrow skill, and his eyes showed a trace of disappointment.

Always just missing something, he wasn't sure exactly what, thinking he had grasped the essentials of the martial technique, but couldn't initiate it, fostering a slight impatience in his mind.

Though he hadn't mastered the Dragon-Descent Arrow, Xu Guang's archery practice during this time yielded some insights. Not quite hitting the mark every time, but with the enormous strength provided by the Elephant Contract talent, a casual arrow had an astonishing impact that could supposedly kill an Eighth-grade Expert.

...

The night deepened, and though Qingshuo County saw no rain throughout the spring, as summer began, it started pouring uninterruptedly.

Xu Guang stood on the rooftop, sensing the influence of the rain on the Feng Shui Array set today.

The rain had a yin nature, weakening the Feng Shui Array's effects considerably.

This indeed corresponded with demons often appearing on stormy nights.

He didn't care much about these aspects, quickly returning indoors to observe the Ghost Treasure and Celestial Register suppressed by several weapons.

Over the past few days, he had already begun to sense the aura of the Celestial Register, vaguely able to detect some of its mystical properties.

It could gradually absorb the Yin Qi of heaven and earth, improve the owner's physique, and smooth the Qi and blood, not to mention Wei Shuangnian's exhibited ability to control Fierce Ghosts.

Now he finally understood why the Celestial Register was coveted; it was a true treasure of heaven and earth.

Once mastered, its true wonders would become apparent.

General Wei showed signs of unease, occasionally rising from the mud pool, sensing the ground with its feet.

Its body was too massive, favoring such mud pools which could bear some of its weight.

"What's the matter?"

General Wei stretched out its long nose, gently brushing against Xu Guang.

"Is there movement underground?"

Xu Guang, startled, inexplicably thought of the remnants of the Wei Family and Four Directions Guard.

Compared to the Four Directions Guard, the more united Wei Family posed a greater threat.

Could it be people from the Wei Family?

Xu Guang slowly squinted, then descended from the rooftop.

Outside the door, guests had arrived.

The timing was somewhat coincidental.

...

Outside the city, the rapid sound of hoofbeats was as dense as raindrops.

A party of more than ten warhorses galloped forward, led by Tie Kuang and Yu Shaohua.

Tie Kuang, holding a heavy broadsword, glanced at a young disciple beside him.

"Are they really people from the Four Directions Guard?"

"Disciple doesn't know, but a group indeed appeared outside the city in the mountains, trying to sell things."

After some consideration, the disciple spoke.

Tie Kuang and Yu Shaohua exchanged glances, eyes flashing with killing intent.

"Better to kill by mistake than to let escape."

The Wei Family and Four Directions Guard had operated in Qingshuo County for many years. This time, their annihilation was due to the alignment of heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and external aid.

The two families weren't completely incapable of making a comeback.

"Finally found you all!"

Tie Kuang thought of his horribly killed nephew, the killing intent in his eyes apparent.

As time ticked away, the wind and rain intensified, and in the dark night, even for a Seventh-Grade Expert, visibility was no more than a little over twenty meters.

Suddenly, bizarre Yin winds swept in.

Instinctively, Tie Kuang drew his knife, revealing his Blood Armor, as a silver light swept through the void.

Naturally, he didn't cut anything. He originally thought he was just too nervous, but seeing that the always calm Yu Shaohua had also drawn his knife, he finally realized that something was starting to go awry.

Strands of air, each containing different scents, slowly emerged with the eerie wind.

Among the people of the Iron Armor Sect, a young disciple on horseback looked solemnly in the direction of Tie Kuang's gaze, checking constantly. Unconsciously, the spirited horse beneath him took a few steps forward, as if by instinct.

"Stay alert!"

Tie Kuang shouted, sensing that the atmosphere in the air was somewhat off.

The disciples responded with angry voices.

"Yes!"

The young man's warhorse unknowingly stood at the edge of the forest. Although he intended to pull the reins and lead the horse back, he saw the horse had lowered its head and started munching on the grass.

He hesitated without acting, merely gripping the long knife in his hand.

So the horse continued to chew on the grass. These were precious warhorses recently acquired from Yuan Mang, each one in a hundred, capable of carrying a thousand jin while galloping wildly—worth three thousand taels of silver each. Even the Iron Armor Sect had only managed to trade for a little over thirty of them at the time.

Suddenly.

As the horse's hooves landed on the edge of the forest, a grotesque large hand, full of black water, shot out like lightning from the shadows.

The youth, an elite among the younger generation of the Iron Armor Sect, could only watch in terror as the ghastly skeletal hand, seemingly just bones and skin, pressed against his face.

A moist feeling surged forth.

"Uh~"

He didn't even have time to make a louder sound.

But this was enough to draw the attention of Tie Kuang and Yu Shaohua.

The two instantly turned their heads, their expressions changing drastically in an instant.

"On guard!"

A tall teenager, clad in the standard armor of Great Zhou, stood atop a distant hill, his arrows black.

This was Zhou Qian, Zhou Kun's elder brother.

The arrow in his hand was the legendary Divine Arrow of the Great Zhou, known to suppress evil. Since the disappearance of the Great Zhou Royal Family, this bow and arrow had undergone a strange transformation, as if it had been corroded by evil, yet it was more powerful than ever, elusive and indefensible.

The only hardship to bear was the consequence of using this bow.

Once drawn, it consumes ten years of life!

Zhou Qian slowly drew the bow, his biceps bulging instantly, with veins pulsing like wriggling earthworms.

"Ah~!"

His face aged visibly at an astonishing speed.

Just as Tie Kuang drew his sword.

The arrow fell.

It suddenly exploded in the air, streams of black air swirling and revolving in the air.

A rapid pattering sound resonated in the air, the arrow plume blossoming like fireworks.

Tie Kuang's expression showed shock, followed by a rare glimpse of fear.

The black air, like fireworks, appeared among the crowd in the blink of an eye, igniting on someone like an inextinguishable ghost fire.

Ah~

...

Outside the door, a middle-aged woman in a black top, her face slightly mean, held a lantern.

Xu Guang had seen this woman before; her surname was Huai, an unusual surname, and she was an expert on the cusp of breaking through to the Seventh Grade in the Iron Armor Sect.

"Elder Huai? Visiting so late at night, is there something you need?"

The woman looked at Xu Guang with a peculiar gaze, her face hard, her forehead dark, seemingly destined for early death, yet her eyes were extraordinarily bright, like stars.

She scanned everything in Xu Guang's courtyard with an astonished look.

"I heard Dharma Protector Xu is adept at beast taming and manages our Iron Armor Sect's precious artifact, and I didn't expect Dharma Protector Xu to have such accomplishments in the field of feng shui."

Her voice was extremely hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for many years.

Xu Guang was inwardly tense upon hearing her words.

The feng shui in his courtyard had been carefully adjusted by himself, yet it wasn't something ordinary people could recognize at a glance.

Was this woman also an expert in this field?

"I don't quite understand what Elder Huai means."

Meanwhile, General Wei had already begun to stir restlessly, uneasily.

If this person was troublesome...

Just kill them. Now that Tie Kuang was not here, if Xu Guang wanted, he could kill everyone currently stationed at the Iron Armor Sect's residence!

Elder Huai didn't sense Xu Guang's murderous intent, or perhaps, she was extremely confident in herself.

"I am already forty-eight this year, with qi and blood declining, and breaking through to the Seventh Grade seems a distant hope. I inadvertently discovered that Dharma Protector Xu is proficient in feng shui, and I wish to ask Dharma Protector Xu for help in changing my fate."

"Elder Huai must be joking."

Xu Guang's expression instantly turned cold.

Feng shui and physiognomy are considered branches of the same tree. Although he wasn't a fortune teller, he knew some of the major taboos in physiognomy.

Changing someone's fate is the utmost taboo among taboos.

The true principle of changing fate is to use various suppression objects to forcibly influence a person's internal magnetic field.

A Feng Shui Master merely follows the trend, adeptly utilizing the environment and the Yin Yang power within various suppression objects, rather than forcefully altering the Yin Yang structure within these objects.

Once this is done, the resulting consequences are beyond what ordinary people can bear.

The gradual disappearance of fortune tellers in this world is inseparably linked to the frequent use of such methods.

The smile on Elder Huai's face also gradually vanished. She squinted her eyes, "Then... I can't blame myself."

A hint of strangeness shimmered in her eyes, and suddenly, the surrounding environment seemed to distort...

Transform...

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