Flatland dragons, also known as branch dragons, are several levels below powerful dragon veins.

This type of dragon vein, which rises from the ground on flat land, also has auspicious energy. However, it must be accompanied by water, and can only be buried in the area if it is backed by a river. Otherwise, the situation will be unsuitable, and the vital energy will be dissipated, turning the place into an inauspicious site.

However, after searching the map for a long time, I couldn't find any river. There's only one possibility: the Suilong River here has probably dried up long ago.

While I was still surveying the terrain, Qu Ruilin pointed to the mountains to the south: "Let's go this way!"

I turned my gaze to the map.

The mountains to the west are flat and short, with a slight inward curve. If there is a river behind them, it would be called a place where the mountains come and the water flows back, which is considered to be of medium to high quality.

In contrast, the mountains to the south are flat and unremarkable.

Song Laosan was a master at reading people. When he saw that Qu Ruilin had chosen the location, I looked puzzled and asked casually, "Ruilin, although I am not very skilled, I do know a little about feng shui. I don't see that the mountains in the south are better than those in the west. Can you give me a lesson and broaden my horizons?"

"The mountains to the south are indeed inferior to those to the west, because this is not an auspicious burial site, but rather an inauspicious one!"

Qu Ruilin picked up a pen and drew a circle on each side of the mountain range to the south: "If I'm not mistaken, there should have been an artificially dug river channel here. We need to go to the site to verify the specifics."

When I saw the pattern drawn by Qu Ruilin, I subconsciously retorted, "That's impossible! If these two places really branch out, it will become like a horizontal table, which is one of the inauspicious places among the ten places not to be buried."

Qu Ruilin was polite to everyone along the way, but he ignored my bluntness and disregarded my rebuttals, asking Wei Shengnan, "When can we set off?"

Wei Shengnan acted as a peacemaker: "Brother Lin, these two places are far apart, and you know the situation of the Wei family. I must be absolutely certain before I set off."

"According to the records in the Book of Burial, this kind of feng shui is called 'shaped like a horizontal table.' People buried in this place will have their descendants die young. If you don't consider future generations, this extremely yin place can gather wind and energy, and the soul will not perish, which is very beneficial to the deceased. Naluoer Suopo Mei is a monk. Does he need to consider future generations?"

Qu Ruilin, seeing Wei Shengnan speak, then explained, "According to you, this Hu monk went to great lengths to obtain Li Chunfeng's design blueprints, so why would he just pick any random place? When he built his tomb here, he probably chose this extremely yin location because of its terrain! When ordinary people look at feng shui, they subconsciously seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, pursuing the general trend, but they overlook that extremely yin places are also very difficult to find."

My face flushed when I heard Qu Ruilin's words.

I can't believe I didn't think of something this simple.

Back when my grandfather was forcing me to study feng shui, fortune telling, and Bagua Qimen Dunjia, I never really paid attention.

While searching for the dragon vein, I focused all my attention on the map and ignored everything else.

In contrast, Qu Ruilin only glanced at the map briefly before finding the clues, displaying complete composure.

Although I don't get along with Qu Ruilin, I still admire his knowledge of feng shui. I subconsciously praised him, saying, "The Qu family's ability to see the earth is truly well-deserved."

"snort!"

Upon hearing my words, Qu Ruilin snorted coldly and left the room without looking back.

I saw Qu Ruilin leave angrily, spitting on the ground: "How can that bastard be so ungrateful? I praised him and he got all worked up?"

"They really did exaggerate to the point of creating problems."

Song Laosan curled his lip: "Back then, Duan Xiuying and Qu Ruilin's father, Qu Yang, were known as the most talented feng shui masters in the four sects. You mentioned the Qu family's 'Earth Eye,' so naturally he thought of his father. How could he not be angry?"

I was drawn to the name Song Laosan mentioned: "Duan Xiuying? Is she from our Duan family?"

"Really? It's one thing that your grandfather didn't talk about your father, but did he not even talk about your aunt?"

Song Laosan looked at me with surprise at first, then quickly understood: "That's right. What your father did hurt your grandfather so deeply, how could he possibly tell you about Duan Jinyan and his sister?"

This is the first time I've ever heard of this: "I have an aunt? How come I've never met her before?"

Song Laosan scoffed, "Of course you haven't seen her. She and Qu Yang were both killed by your father."

When I heard this, it was as if I had been struck by lightning.

Although I don't know anything about my dad yet, I've guessed the general outline.

Back then, he did something that aroused the wrath of both gods and men, causing the four sects to break apart and resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Among these people, those I know of so far include Qu Yang, the third-generation leader of the Qu family, who died tragically, and the leader of the Wei family, who was disabled for life.

But I never expected that the deceased was Duan Jinyan's younger sister, my aunt whom I had never met.

No wonder Grandpa always secretly sheds tears whenever I ask him about his life.

Perhaps, my grandfather wasn't crying for himself at all, but for his own daughter.

Thinking of my grandfather, I questioned Song Laosan: "How did my aunt die?"

Old Song shook his head: "Don't ask me about this. I've already said it. I was still in school during the Four Gates Rebellion! But it's really a pity about your aunt. She was hailed as the most beautiful woman in the circle back then, and also a peerless genius. Sigh..."

Just as I was about to ask a question, Wei Shengnan suddenly put her hand on my shoulder: "We are all fourth-generation successors. We don't know much about the grudges of the previous generation. We are about to set off to find the dragon. Calm yourself down. Everything will be revealed after we return to China."

"call!"

With Qu Shengnan's comforting words, I took a deep breath and tried to suppress my emotions: "When can we set off?"

Qu Shengnan picked up the walkie-talkie: "Xu Hu, call the guide over."

About five minutes later, Xu Hu and the translator led a boy from the village into the room, and Qu Ruilin, who was outside, followed them in.

I took a look at him and he looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed in tattered clothes and had a woven basket with a lid that looked like a waist drum hanging from his waist.

When Wei Shengnan was speaking to him through a translator, Song Laosan was also translating for me.

The boy's name is Galawa, and he is the son of the tribe's shaman. He got this lucrative job because we offered a high reward.

Wei Shengnan's conversation with the boy mainly revolved around local customs and traditions, which I won't go into detail about here.

After agreeing on the terms, Wei Shengnan took out an ordinary map and marked it.

Galawa glanced at the map, confirmed his location, then his eyes widened in terror, and he turned to run.

I saw Galawa being stopped by Xu Hu and struggling. I asked Song Laosan, "What's wrong with this child?"

Old Song frowned: "He doesn't dare go to the place we're looking for, saying... it's haunted."