Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan stared at the dragon soul for several minutes without speaking.

Yun Yu, who was in the Black Soul Stone, was almost trembling with his heart, and his soul was constantly trembling, fearing that this senior would really destroy his intelligence in anger.

Yun Yu knew very well that if the other party was really a spirit-transforming cultivator, even if he seemed to have only the strength of a middle-grade Qi training, his soul would definitely easily wipe out his intelligence.

It was too weak. It was a miracle that the soul was not wiped out after being trapped for so many years.

"It's still useful to keep you here. If there's a next time, I will wipe you out in this starry sky."

Qin Xuan spoke slowly, tapped the Black Soul Stone with his finger, and said, "I'm going to refine this Black Soul Stone now. If you disobey, you'll know the consequences."

Yun Yu was like being pardoned in the Black Soul Stone. He was ecstatic and crawled in the space of the Black Soul Stone, nodding his head continuously, "Senior, how dare Yun Yu stop me?"

It was really scared. Facing an existence that could decide its life or death with just one thought, it had to do this if it wanted to live.

Qin Xuan glanced at the Black Soul Stone lightly, tapped his finger lightly, and a wisp of soul thought fell into the Black Soul Stone.

In an instant, the Black Soul Stone began to tremble. After Qin Xuan's soul thought rushed into the Black Soul Stone, it descended into the space of the Black Soul Stone like a ball of fire, refining the origin.

It took only a few minutes for Qin Xuan to retract his finger and smiled lightly.

As soon as he thought about it, the Black Soul Stone turned into a pendant and floated in the air and returned to his waist.

Yun Yu, who was in the Black Soul Stone, was even more shocked and amazed by this scene.

As expected of a senior who has reached the state of transformation, it is easy for him to refine a ninth-grade magic weapon even with the cultivation of the middle-grade Qi training.

As a Jiaolong, he is comparable to a Jindan-stage cultivator. Yun Yu knows very well that it takes a day for an ordinary Jindan-stage cultivator to completely refine a ninth-grade magic weapon, but this senior can completely refine it in just a few minutes, which is simply terrifying.

This is enough to prove how powerful the soul of the young man with the cultivation of the middle-grade Qi training is. It is absolutely incomparable to the Jindan consciousness. Only the Yuanshen of the transformation of the gods can do it so easily and casually.

Of course, if Qin Xuan heard it, he would definitely laugh.

Yuanshen?

Yuanshen is like a speck of dust under billions of stars in front of his immortal heart emperor's thoughts. How can there be more than a difference between heaven and earth?

In Jinhong Fengshui Company, an old man sipped tea, wearing a Tang Dynasty robe and holding an ancient book, his brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes frowned.

This ancient book is very old, and there are many ghostly characters on the yellowed paper. But the old man seemed to be able to understand it. Turning to the next page, the old man frowned even more deeply.

This is a picture, depicting a mountain, but this mountain is made of corpses and human heads, with a bloody face, and some places are even blurred.

When the old man saw this picture, he stared at it for a few minutes, closed the book directly, sighed, and looked in a certain direction in the distance outside the window.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties walked in in a panic.

"Master!" The middle-aged man looked anxious and said in a panic: "It's not good. I don't know what happened to Xiao Chao. He was stiff all over. He was sent back as if he was stupid. Can you go and see him?"

The old man turned around suddenly, his eyes sank slightly, "Where is he?"

Under the guidance of the middle-aged man, he quickly took the elevator to the first floor and stopped in front of a room.

It can be seen that seven or eight people have gathered around.

These can be said to be his disciples. Some have studied Feng Shui under him since childhood, and some have paid to learn some Feng Shui techniques from him. They are all about 30 or 40 years old.

Seeing the old man, everyone couldn't help but show respect, "Master!"

"Master Yuan!"

All eyes were focused on Yuan Jinhong. At a table surrounded by these people, Li Chao was stiff all over, his eyes were scattered, as if he was out of his mind, and the whole person seemed to be trembling faintly.

Yuan Jinhong's face changed slightly, and he strode forward, and the whole room became quiet instantly.

He carefully observed Li Chao for a few seconds, then formed a seal with his hands and tapped Li Chao's body a few times. Just a few times, Li Chao's body stopped shaking, but he still looked at a loss.

This scene surprised many people. Except for the disciples taught by Yuan Jinhong, although they came to learn, they rarely saw Yuan Jinhong take action.

But just this unobtrusive move made them feel surprised.

"What disturbed your soul?"

Yuan Jinhong said slowly, his mind relaxed, turned around and said with his hands behind his back: "Let's disperse, Xiao Chao was just too frightened, his soul was slightly affected, and he will be fine after resting for three to five days."

Disturbed the soul, too frightened?

Many people were stunned. They didn't understand disturbing the soul, but being too frightened... it was the first time they saw someone so scared.

When everyone dispersed, leaving only Yuan Jinhong and the middle-aged man.

"Ming'er, where did he go?" Yuan Jinhong asked with a gloomy look.

Zhou Ming smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know the details, but Xiao Chao was sent here by the security personnel of Longchi Mountain. As you know, the villa with the characters Qian and Kun was sold recently, but you were not asked to do anything. It is said that the villa with the character Kun is still occupied by foreigners, so Xiao Chao has been to Longchi Mountain a lot recently."

"Longchi Mountain?!"

Yuan Jinhong's face changed, and his face gradually became solemn, "Did the security personnel of Longchi Mountain say anything?"

"No, how about I go and ask?" Zhou Ming glanced at Yuan Jinhong cautiously.

Yuan Jinhong frowned and was silent for a long while before waving his hand and saying, "No need. Go and make arrangements for him first. He may not be able to recover in the next three to five days. Go and make some medicine soup to calm his nerves and refresh his mind."

Zhou Ming nodded and agreed, "I'll go buy it now!"

He left in a hurry. Yuan Jinhong looked down at Li Chao, and a look of doubt rose in his eyes.

Li Chao was half of his direct disciple. He was an orphan adopted by him since he was a child. He had experienced many rituals with him over the years. He could not say that he had seen a big scene, but he had enough experience. How could he be scared like this?

Could it be that someone attacked Li Chao?

Yuan Jinhong's eyes could not help but show a trace of anger, and his expression gradually turned cold, "Longchi Mountain? I want to see who is so bold that my disciple Yuan Jinhong dares to touch it!"

In the Jinling circle, Yuan Jinhong is not the master of Jinling's magic, but he is also quite famous. Ordinary villains really dare not offend him. Even the big families in Jinling have to be respectful to him, which also makes Yuan Jinhong feel a little arrogant.

Although he knows that Longchi Mountain is a little different and contains many terrifying things. But he has warned Li Chao many times that Li Chao would never take risks, not to mention that if Li Chao really touched the taboo of Longchi Mountain, he would not survive.

"It seems that this should be related to the owner of the villa with the word Qiankun. Is there someone who wants to take over Longchi Mountain?" Yuan Jinhong sneered, "You really don't know how to live or die. Do you really think Longchi Mountain is as simple as it seems?"

Having been based in Jinling for many years and being a master of Feng Shui, Yuan Jinhong knows very well that Longchi Mountain seems to be one of the seven top spiritual veins in China, but in fact it is a hot potato. It has been under the command of the Huguo Mansion for so many years, and ordinary forces are not even willing to touch it.

This is almost impossible for other top spiritual veins. For a top spiritual vein, both warriors and Taoist masters would be jealous and would have fought for it long ago, and it would not have fallen to such a miserable state that merchants built villas.

As a top spiritual vein, the spiritual vein in Longchi Mountain is in a bad state, even worse than the lower-grade spiritual veins.

"Longchi Mountain!"

After the anger in his heart slowly subsided, Yuan Jinhong sighed.

"Well, I'll go and meet him. It's my friend from somewhere!" Yuan Jinhong lowered his eyes and left with his hands behind his back.