Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 63: Third-grade opportunity, relics from the previous dynasty

The source of the Tianxu River in Jiuzhou Ridge appeared unchanged on the surface.

However, using his Water-Repelling Golden Eyes, Lei Jun detected something unusual at the riverbed!

Seeing no one around, Lei Jun activated his Water-Repelling Golden Eyes, parting the swift currents and diving to the riverbed. The mountain river source had a strong flow, rich in spiritual energy and violently turbulent. It would be difficult for ordinary people to venture here.

Even with the Water-Repelling Golden Eyes, Lei Jun had to frequently use the Golden Barrier Talisman for dual-layered protection to avoid being swept away by the underwater currents.

Going deeper, he suddenly pinpointed the source of the anomaly. Amid the dark and jagged riverbed rocks, there was a strange area.

It looked neither like rock nor soil, rising and falling continuously within the swift, shadowy current.

"Is that a living creature?"

Lei Jun heightened his vigilance. With his Wind Talisman further masking his presence, he also prepared the Dragon Horse Scale and the premium Golden Barrier Talisman given by Yuan Mobai.

After careful observation, however, he discovered that the rising and falling region didn’t conceal any life forms. Instead, it was the soil and rocks themselves that fluctuated.

When it swelled, it resembled a mound rising from the riverbed. When it sank, it formed a hollow, like a pit caving in.

It wasn’t something inside the soil that moved—it was the soil and rocks themselves, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing. The decrease was due to the river's erosion, while the increase was harder to explain.

It seemed the soil and rocks were spontaneously replenished. Whenever a part was washed away, it would automatically fill back in.

Curious and detecting no other danger, Lei Jun moved closer to investigate.

As he approached, he sensed that the soil contained abundant and vibrant earth essence and spiritual energy.

"This opportunity is truly excellent and suits my current needs perfectly."

Lei Jun stepped forward and probed it with his mana. The strange soil proved harmless and non-aggressive. When his mana touched it, the soil opened on its own.

Beneath the soil lay a command flag. The character "Xi" (Rest) was emblazoned on it.

"… Resting Soil?"

A thought popped into Lei Jun's mind—the legendary spiritual material Resting Soil. But judging by appearances, this was merely a command flag, not true Resting Soil.

The flag seemed to imitate the essence and properties of Resting Soil, continually transforming spiritual energy into spirit-rich soil, sealing the river source.

Looking more closely, Lei Jun noticed that the flag was planted into the rock below, which bore inscriptions. There were two sets of writing, seemingly from different people.

The first set was longer:

"As the mountains and rivers change and dynasties rise and fall, the fate of the land's veins shifts. The waters of the Tianxu River have surged violently. I used this artifact to suppress it, hoping future generations would consider the lives along the Tianxu River and refrain from disturbing this flag. Be cautious."

There was no signature, just a date: the 67th year of Xiantai during the Great Chen Dynasty.

Lei Jun understood.

The Great Chen Dynasty was an ancient dynasty predating the Great Tang, once ruling the lands south of the Great River before its downfall. This flag was left by a high master of that era, its purpose to imitate Resting Soil and control the waters. The endlessly generated spirit-rich soil suppressed the dangerously surging Tianxu River.

As dynasties changed and fate shifted, the land veins of the Divine Continent were affected. During regime changes, even the spiritual energy pathways across the land were disturbed. Only the aristocratic families and holy sects could stabilize important regions nearby.

The fall of the Great Chen likely caused many geographical upheavals. The Tianxu River was one such case. Without this flag’s hidden suppression, the Tianxu Mountain region would have been plagued by floods.

Though the flag seemed unassuming, its ability to suppress the Tianxu River’s spiritual energy for so long was remarkable—truly a third-grade opportunity.

"If I came too early, removing this would’ve been problematic." Lei Jun nodded slightly.

But now, it was fine. The land veins here were undergoing a major shift again for unknown reasons. The surging Tianxu River was stabilizing and no longer needed the flag's suppression. In fact, if the flag remained too long, it might completely block the river, causing it to dry up.

Could the Great Tang's fortune be faltering? This world was unpredictable… Lei Jun shook his head.

He turned to the second inscription, which was shorter but sharp and powerful, as if crackling with illusory lightning—a series of profound talismans etched into his mind:

"While wandering, I found this legacy. I was moved by the heart and sincerity behind it. The Dao's essence is clear to those who see."

The signature read…

"Mount Longhu… Li Cangting?" Lei Jun raised an eyebrow.

This discovery surprised him. Judging by the context, this wasn’t written during the period when Elder Cangting contended with his father for the Tianshi position. It seemed more like something he left while traveling in his youth.

Back then, Li Cangting was likely in a position similar to the current Young Tianshi, Li Zhengxuan. The Tianxu Sect was a long-standing branch of the Daoist Talismanic Branch from Mount Longhu. It wasn’t surprising that Li Cangting stopped here during his travels.

Still, the coincidence was remarkable. Just as Lei Jun was thinking about the Tianshi Seal… He pondered briefly before shaking his head and setting aside the thought.

External storms didn’t affect his own path.

Lei Jun performed a Daoist bow toward the flag and the inscriptions. The flag's mana felt like it belonged to a Daoist senior, though not necessarily from the Talismanic Branch.

After paying his respects, Lei Jun removed the flag without any obstacles. Li Cangting's inscription also remained still.

The treasure was gentle, feeling solid and boundless, like the earth itself—quiet, yet capable of supporting all things.

Resting Soil Flag—the name appeared in Lei Jun’s mind. Unfortunately, there was no clue about the flag’s original owner.

Once the flag was removed, the undulating soil at the riverbed vanished. The water flow grew more turbulent but soon stabilized.

He surfaced and looked down at the Tianxu River, which flowed as it always had, showing no sign of change.

"The fate and nature of this world hold endless mysteries," Lei Jun mused. After ensuring the river remained stable, he left.

He stored the Resting Soil Flag for later examination and resumed patrolling the mountainous region.

Until dusk, there was no sign of the Lin Clan, the Yellow Heaven Sect, or any other enemies.

Lei Jun returned to the Tianxu Sect to hand over his duty, letting other disciples continue the patrol.

Upon his return, he received exciting news:

"The Lin Clan leader suffered a huge loss at Mount Longhu!"