The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 59 - 58: The Land of the True Acupoint!
There was no beating around the bush or any attempt to be needlessly mysterious. Facing Lai Zhuge’s overwrought expression, a mix of nervousness and boundless excitement, Qin Fan simply gave a faint smile.
He pointed to the field of withered Gathering Spirit Grass at his feet. "It’s right here."
What? Here? Hearing Qin Fan’s answer, Lai Zhuge shook his head in disbelief.
There was nothing special about this location. The Geomancy Inspectors had scoured nearly every inch of Horse Hoof Ridge. They couldn’t possibly have missed a spot like this. And now, Qin Fan was asserting it was in this very unremarkable place? If not for Qin Fan’s unfathomable mystique and his status as a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, Lai Zhuge would have assumed he was being played for a fool.
His nervous excitement subsided slightly, but Lai Zhuge still asked with deep skepticism, "Mr. Qin, you’re saying it’s here?"
"Correct. Do you have a compass on you? If so, take it out. Combined with the techniques of your Geomancy World, it will be all the proof you need."
Qin Fan was unconcerned by the skepticism in Lai Zhuge’s expression. To be fair, it wasn’t just Lai Zhuge. Even Qin Fan hadn’t expected the so-called True Acupoint to be in this location. Granted, with his level of cultivation, he could have found it in minutes if he had actually looked for it, but he hadn’t bothered to before. It was only after setting up the Spirit Gathering Array and absorbing all the spiritual energy from the Gathering Spirit Grass that he discovered the intense energy field concealed beneath the soil.
By extending his Divine Sense across the ridge and analyzing the flow and concentration of the energy field, he confirmed it. This was, without a doubt, the legendary True Acupoint. The only reason it hadn’t been discovered sooner was that the presence of the Gathering Spirit Grass had masked the energy field. In other words, as long as the herbs remained, no one would have ever found the so-called True Acupoint.
Of course, if Qin Fan hadn’t been here, Zhou Yihang would have eventually transplanted the herbs anyway. Once they were gone, the energy field would have been impossible to hide, and any Geomancy Inspector with even a little skill could have easily identified it.
Given the circumstances, Qin Fan, who had little interest in such matters, didn’t mind giving a little surprise to Lai Zhuge, who had been waiting patiently all night.
Seeing the resounding certainty in Qin Fan’s voice, Lai Zhuge grew frantic. "Yes, yes! Mr. Qin, can you wait a moment? The compass I have on me is broken, but I have another one in the car below. I’ll go get it right now!"
Qin Fan nodded with a smile. Without another word, Lai Zhuge turned and sprinted away.
A short while later, Lai Zhuge returned with the compass, gasping for breath, his linen robe drenched in sweat. He stumbled up to Qin Fan, panting as he stammered, "Mr... Mr. Qin, I’ve got the compass!"
"Good. It’s all yours," Qin Fan said with a faint smile. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked out of the Gathering Spirit Grass Field, leaving the entire area to Lai Zhuge.
After taking a few deep breaths to compose himself, Lai Zhuge closed his eyes and focused his mind. When he slowly opened them again, his entire demeanor had transformed into that of a Geomancy Master.
Compass in hand, he began to pace, tracing a wide circle. He looked up at the sky, just beginning to lighten with the dawn, and suddenly, his brows shot up.
An expression of pure, unadulterated joy broke across his face.
"Violet Qi! Violet Qi! This is Violet Qi!"
His facial muscles trembled, and he let out a choked cry of elation. While he might not be among the absolute top tier of Geomancy Masters in Huaxia, if he didn’t even possess the skill of Observing Qi, why would someone like Ye Jizong have invited him?
Looking up, he could clearly see violet qi swirling in the air directly above this patch of land. His hands trembled as he held the compass, and he walked on slightly unsteady legs toward the center of the phenomenon. Lowering his gaze to the compass, he saw the needle spinning wildly—not chaotically like the previous night, but in a steady, rhythmic pattern.
"Legend says that at the site of the Foreign Ghost Bureau’s True Acupoint, violet qi gathers and the compass needle revolves eight times. There is violet qi here, and the needle is cycling through eight rotations, both clockwise and counter-clockwise! This is it! This is really it!"
Lai Zhuge couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this—perhaps he never had. His voice trembling noticeably, he finished speaking and abruptly dropped into a squat. Setting the compass aside, he began to claw frantically at the dirt with his bare hands.
As Qin Fan watched with an amused expression, Lai Zhuge dug dozens of centimeters deep before he stopped. In his cupped hands, he held a handful of auspicious earth, a soil that was both yellow and gold.
"The site of the True Acupoint! This is the True Acupoint! Hahaha... HAHAHAHA!" As if possessed, Lai Zhuge threw his head back and laughed maniacally at the sky, laughing until tears of pure joy streamed from his wizened eyes.
The riddle of the Foreign Ghost Bureau, which had stumped countless Geomancy Masters for decades, had finally been solved—and by his hand. In the Geomancy World, this was the pinnacle of prestige!
Lai Zhuge, a man who had chosen to never marry or have children, didn’t care about owning an Acupoint that could supposedly produce kings for nine generations and prime ministers for ten. What he cared about was the immortal fame, the renown of being forever recorded in the annals of the Geomancy World!
And today, that dream had come true. It had truly come true!
"Mr. Qin, I am eternally indebted to you for this grace! Please accept my deepest obeisance! For the rest of my life, wherever your sword points, I will follow, even if it means dying ten thousand deaths!"
With his heart still pounding from an excitement that refused to subside, Lai Zhuge suddenly turned around. Facing Qin Fan, he knelt down with the utmost reverence and respect. He pressed his hands to the ground before him and touched his forehead to the dirt, performing the highest ritual of respect and swearing the most solemn oath known to the Geomancy World.
"Heh... Enough." Qin Fan’s lips curled. "Your willingness to die ten thousand deaths is useless to me. Just do what you need to do. I’m leaving. We’ll meet again if fate decrees it."
He shook his head with a cool, arrogant air, then turned and strode away nonchalantly.
As he watched the departing figure—slender, yet radiating a sense of boundless grandeur—Lai Zhuge’s eyes shone with fervent admiration.
They always talk about destiny and karmic opportunities... and here I am! I met the most supreme benefactor at the most opportune time and received the greatest of chances! If I hadn’t been unable to suppress my curiosity... If I hadn’t risked offending Qin Fan by coming up Horse Hoof Ridge... If I hadn’t heeded my sixth sense and stopped myself from disturbing Qin Fan further... If I hadn’t stubbornly persisted, waiting for hours on end... would this opportunity have ever come to me? Absolutely not! In the end, it was all fate. It’s all fate!
The departing figure grew smaller in the distance. Qin Fan didn’t care what Lai Zhuge planned to do with the Acupoint.
By the time he descended Horse Hoof Ridge, the sky had fully brightened. The late April morning sun spilled down, carrying with it a pleasant warmth. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The moment Qin Fan got into the Bentley and started the engine, a silent cry for help rang out within his sea of consciousness.
Whose voice could it be but Ji Yuchen’s?
Ji Yuchen is in danger? And it’s serious enough that she has to call out to me for help?
At that moment, Qin Fan’s expression turned as cold as ice.
It has to be He Haolin. Who else could it be?
Thinking this, he sat motionless in the car and shut his eyes. Relying on the trace of True Qi he had placed within Ji Yuchen’s body, his Divine Sense shot out to pinpoint her location.
