Chapter Ninety-Three: The Threefold Destiny Shapes Heaven and Earth

"Imprisoning the Dragon to Seize the Vein?"

Hearing these four words, Mao Sanjiu let out a cold laugh. "The fact that you can even utter the phrase 'Imprisoning the Dragon to Seize the Vein' shows that you have some shallow knowledge of Feng Shui. But that is all it amounts to. It is difficult for a warlock to attain the Dao; I myself only reached the Dao-Entry stage after more than a decade of cultivation."

"In consideration of how hard it is to cultivate the Dao, I will not make things difficult for you, a junior. Kneel, kowtow three times, and I will let you leave."

Mao Sanjiu stood with his hands behind his back, turning slightly to the side, striking the pose of a towering master. While appearing to show mercy, he was in fact looking to humiliate Lin Feng in front of everyone.

"Master Mao is magnanimous! You ignorant child, why haven't you knelt and kowtowed to beg for Master Mao's forgiveness yet?" Cao Huixiong, eager to curry favor with Mao Sanjiu, glared and chimed in, attempting to use his influence to pressure Lin Feng.

Lin Feng spared Mao Sanjiu a glance, then slowly raised his right hand, extending his fingers in a sword gesture.

"Mountains and waters often harbor spiritual veins. The thousand-year-old spiritual vein of Mount Yunfeng has awakened. A month ago, I used the Exquisite Nine-Lotus Array to shift the Feng Shui and trap it within the formation. Looking at it now, it seems I should have left one side open—a 'surround three, leave one' approach—rather than pinning it completely to the mountain."

"The Exquisite Nine-Lotus Array? Don't joke around. That is a supreme-level formation that only a Dao-Attaining Warlock could even touch. It is simply..."

Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Mao Sanjiu assumed he was merely putting on an arrogant front and was about to mock him. But before he could speak, Lin Feng flicked his fingers. Mao Sanjiu felt the ground beneath him shake violently. He looked up, and the sight terrified him so much that he collapsed onto the ground.

At the peak of Mount Yunfeng, nine enormous, brilliant golden lotus flowers were slowly drifting out from the mountain ridge, descending one by one along the slope. Even from kilometers away, the golden lotuses dancing in the air were clearly visible to the naked eye.

"This is... The Nine Lotuses Facing Heaven?" Mao Sanjiu’s lips trembled. "This is impossible!"

The Nine Lotuses Facing Heaven was one of the many variations of the Exquisite Nine-Lotus Array. It was said that only those with a Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart could divide their focus into nine parts to control the unpredictable shifts of the nine lotuses.

These were the methods of a Dao-Attaining Warlock!

Could it be... that I have truly encountered a Dao-Attaining Warlock, someone whose cultivation realm is three major tiers higher than my own? And I have humiliated him repeatedly, showing such disrespect!

Mao Sanjiu slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale. Among warlocks, strength is the only law, and China had not seen a Dao-Attaining Warlock for nearly a hundred years. Even his own master was merely a Mortal-Shedding Warlock, no match for Lin Feng.

Meanwhile, a new transformation occurred on Mount Yunfeng. The nine golden lotuses paused gracefully on the ridge, and a small, silver dragon flickered in and out of sight beneath them.

The lifelike silver dragon was the spiritual vein of Mount Yunfeng. After a thousand years of slumber, it had begun to develop rudimentary intelligence. The small silver dragon raised its head and roared at the heavens, emitting a series of mournful cries.

The ordinary people present could not see the celestial phenomenon of the surging spiritual energy; they could only hear the thunderous roar of the dragon and feel the earth tremble. But Mao Sanjiu, an entry-level warlock, saw both the golden lotuses and the silver dragon, and he was struck with terror.

With one finger, the nine lotuses appeared and the spiritual vein was revealed.

Then, Lin Feng calmly extended a second finger. A sound like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky erupted. The spiritual threads of the formation that had been binding the dragon’s head snapped one by one, allowing the dragon to stretch freely. The silver dragon turned its head toward Lin Feng, its eyes filled with supplication, its mournful roars continuing.

Lin Feng pointed a third time. Spiritual power surged from his fingertips, and threads of terrestrial energy flowed into the mountain. The nine lotuses on the ridge drifted slowly, merging into one and locking the silver dragon within them.

"Is this... Imprisoning the Dragon to Seize the Vein?"

The ability to trap even a dragon vein—this was the true power of a celestial being. Compared to this, his own "drawing a formation in the palm to manifest a dragon" was nothing but an amateur showing off before a master.

"Master, this junior, Mao Sanjiu, was ignorant and foolish. I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, and I have offended you. Please, forgive this junior on the account of my ignorance!"

As a warlock, Mao Sanjiu knew that what Lin Feng had just done was extraordinary. He immediately threw himself on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy. This was a Dao-Attaining Warlock! To kill a mere entry-level warlock like him would be as easy as flipping a hand. In the face of such a desperate gap in strength, Mao Sanjiu’s arrogance vanished entirely.

Lin Feng glanced at Mao Sanjiu and let out a cold snort. "You humiliated me repeatedly and showed such disrespect, and now you think you can brush it off with a casual ‘I didn't know’?"

Hearing this, Mao Sanjiu broke out in a cold sweat. He crawled to Lin Feng’s feet, looked up, and wailed, "Master! My family has only had one heir for three generations—I am the only one left to carry on the lineage! Please, I beg you to spare my life!"

Mao Sanjiu begged for his life like a beggar. Cao Huixiong and the other jade merchants watching from the side were stunned.

"Master Mao! Get up! How can you bow so low to a mere brat?" Cao Huixiong hurriedly moved to help him up, but Mao Sanjiu remained unmoved. He shoved Cao Huixiong away and scolded him loudly, "You mortals have no idea of the Master’s true power! Get away!"

Mao Sanjiu wept bitterly, as if mourning his own death, kowtowing repeatedly at Lin Feng's feet until his forehead bled. Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed at him from a distance. "Today, I will cripple fifty percent of your cultivation. Do you have any complaints?"

Fifty percent!

Mao Sanjiu’s head snapped up. His heart shattered with grief. He had spent over a decade of daily practice to reach the peak of the Dao-Entry stage, and now fifty percent was to be destroyed! But compared to his life, what did cultivation matter?

Mao Sanjiu seemed to use every ounce of his strength to reply, "This junior is grateful for the Master’s mercy in sparing my life. I have no complaints."

"Consider this a minor punishment for a major offense. If you offend me again, I will take your life!"

Lin Feng flicked his finger, and a sliver of spiritual energy seeped into Mao Sanjiu’s dantian. A surge of intense pain followed, and Mao Sanjiu collapsed, writhing and screaming on the ground.

Cao Huixiong was suddenly struck by a realization, his heart roaring, "This young man crippled Master Mao with a single gesture from across the room. Could it be that this young man is the true hidden expert?"

At that moment, a worker in the center of the jade exhibition shouted, "The vein has returned! The great vein has recovered!"

With the spiritual vein restrained and no longer rioting, the Feng Shui pattern restored itself, and the jade vein naturally returned to its rightful place. Everything was as it had been. The crowd was amazed; the young man had settled the situation with three gestures and defeated the great Master Mao with one. It was miraculous!

Having resolved the trouble at the Jade Festival, Lin Feng spoke coldly to Cao Rengui, "Cao Rengui, I hope you have not forgotten your promise. Farewell."

"Wait, young man! I apologize for my previous offense. I have already booked a table at a five-star hotel in the city center. I hope you will do me the honor of joining me for a meal!" Cao Huixiong abandoned Mao Sanjiu instantly, fawning over Lin Feng with a beaming smile.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. He despised such two-faced people and had no intention of associating with him. He looked at him coldly, turned, and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

"Young man! You..."

Cao Huixiong watched Lin Feng’s retreating back, his heart filled with disappointment, feeling as if a great opportunity had slipped through his fingers.