The situation in the field was so bizarre that even a fool could see that Fang Zheng was not to be trifled with. Moreover, his relationship with Hu Zi and the others wasn’t that close.

"Enough."

Someone spoke:

"Scar, let’s focus on business."

"Elder Gou." Scar’s facial muscles twitched, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, he nodded and stepped back:

"As you say."

Elder Gou was a tall, thin old man in a suit, with a three-inch beard, exuding an extraordinary and unique aura.

Beside him was a middle-aged man with a limp.

Crippled John!

The tomb raider who dug up the Jia Family’s ancestral grave!

By this logic, Elder Gou must be the Feng Shui Master behind Crippled John, surveying the tomb locations.

One specializes in tomb raiding while the other in Feng Shui; indeed, they were a perfect match.

"Daoist Fang."

Crippled John smiled and cupped his hands:

"Do you still remember me? A few months ago, we met at the Juqi Studio auction in Hai Province."

"Of course, I remember." Fang Zheng nodded:

"Mr. Ding, did you get out of the Public Security Department?"

"Heh..." Crippled John chuckled softly:

"It was all a misunderstanding. Paid some bail and was released pending trial. Thank you for your concern, Daoist Fang; I am fine."

"Ah, so you two know each other. That makes things easier." Master Ji laughed heartily and stepped forward, saying:

"This is the Elder Gou I mentioned, a renowned Feng Shui Master, and Daoist Fang has techniques that are truly admirable."

"With all of us working together, we are sure to return fully loaded this time!"

He introduced everyone, and they all got acquainted.

This expedition to the ruins consists of three factions, Master Ji brought over twenty people; Elder Gou and Crippled John, though few in number, were all rugged and skilled.

As for Fang Zheng...

He was all alone.

At this moment, Scar noticed a man and a woman peeking from the kitchen, and shouted:

"What’s with those two?"

"This restaurant is a shady establishment, involved in human trafficking." Fang Zheng turned back and said slowly:

"They were deceived here; they can go down the mountain themselves later."

"No way!"

Scar hurriedly shook his head:

"We can’t let them go down the mountain."

"That’s right." Master Ji nodded and echoed:

"Daoist Fang, what we are about to do cannot see the light of day, truth be told... all my men have criminal records."

"Being seen would be troublesome?"

"Certainly."

Seeing Fang Zheng’s displeased expression, he hurriedly said:

"We aren’t senseless killers, why not let those two come along, and we can split up after exploring the ruins?"

"..." Fang Zheng thought for a moment:

"Alright."

......

A helicopter hovered over the mountain peak, and a voice came through the channel:

"The target has entered the mountain!"

"The target has entered the mountain!"

"Magnetic anomaly area... magnetic anomaly area..., we can’t get close, requesting to return!"

"Requesting to return!"

"Hmm?"

Under the wilderness tent, Wang E raised an eyebrow at the sound:

"Could it be, there is a natural Feng Shui array here as well?"

"Hmm..."

"The Xiao Family has been investigating such places, even going to the Bermuda Triangle, could there be hidden benefits inside?"

Xia Country has four top noble families.

Though not apparent on the surface, their influence is deeply rooted across the military, political, and business worlds.

They are the Langya Wang Clan, the Longxi Li Clan, the Lanling Zheng Family, and the Xiao Family, which rose to power the latest and is the most mysterious.

Among them,

the Xiao Family is the most feared.

As a standout among the younger generation of the Wang Family, Wang E naturally heard some rumors about the Xiao Family.

It’s said,

the Xiao Family received teachings from an Immortal in dreams, with their ancestral home set in an Immortal Blessed Land, prohibiting all modern equipment.

The specifics are hard for outsiders to know, but the rapid rise of the Xiao Family inevitably makes others curious.

"Team One, Team Three!"

After some thought, Wang E picked up the pager and said solemnly:

"Take the mountain path, follow them.";

"Yes!"

"Szz...";

"Yes!"

"Due to the magnetic anomaly, we might lose contact with Miss later."

"It’s alright." Wang E spoke:

"Remember to capture them alive."

"Szz...";

"Yes!"

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This is a primeval forest almost untouched by human footsteps, filled with vines, weeds, and venomous insects and snakes.

With the slightest carelessness,

one could lose their life.

"Be careful!"

"Walk slower!"

"..."

The group struggled through the mountain forest, their extended line resembling a slowly writhing caterpillar from afar.

"Snap!"

A dried branch under Wen Xue’s foot suddenly broke, causing her to scream as she fell backward.

In the next instant.

The Mute rushed forward and caught her around the waist.

"Thank you!"

Wen Xue’s pretty face turned slightly red, nodding as they parted.

"Use your feet to exert force, grip the ground with your toes, don’t stiffen your body, slightly lean forward..." Fang Zheng softly instructed them beside him, helping them adjust their posture.

"Stay focused."

"Yes."

Wen Xue responded.

She and the Mute tried moving a bit, and indeed felt much more relaxed; thanks to Fang Zheng’s guidance, they barely managed to keep up with the group.

It must be known,

everyone on this trip was an expert in outdoor travel, and Master Ji’s subordinates were elite mercenaries.

Even Crippled John, though limping, had a nimble body technique.

Neither of them had traversed mountain paths before, and thanks to Fang Zheng’s slight guidance and adjustment, they could keep up, which was remarkable.

"Daoist Fang, quite impressive." Elder Gou approached, with a hint of surprise on his face:

"Admirable!"

"You’re too kind." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Merely having walked mountain paths often, gaining some experience; Elder Gou, how much further do we need to go?"

The group had been walking for two days, climbing several mountain peaks.

"Not much further!"

Elder Gou looked up, squinting at the mountain ahead:

"The mountain in front should be the destination."

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Meanwhile, the Celestial Secret Compass in his Sea of Consciousness turned slowly, presenting an ambiguous answer.

The method of divination...

Had actually failed!

How could this be?

Who or what in this world could affect his divination?