One Person: I, the Dragon Tiger Stall King! I Won!

136: Kun is so big, I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is.That scorching guidance was like an invisible thread, pulling at Zhang Xuanyi’s footsteps.

He did not hesitate in the slightest, bade farewell to the folks in the mining area, shouldered his faded canvas bag, and traveled south along the ancient Yellow River path.

The wind and sand hit his face, but they could not blow away the sharpness in his eyes.

Several days later, with the night as dark as ink, Zhang Xuanyi spent the night in an abandoned cave dwelling in Jinzhong.

Half of the cave dwelling had collapsed, and the cold wind poured in through the gap, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Inside the room, only a half-ruined cold stove remained, pitch black, as if it were a giant mouth that had swallowed countless warmth.

He grabbed some hay from his bag and was just about to spread it on the ground to make do for the night, when a faint warmth suddenly came from his ankle.

His movements paused, and his gaze slowly shifted downward.

That warmth was actually seeping out from the bottom of the cold stove beside his feet.

He squatted down and leaned in for a closer look.

Deep in the soil of the stove’s hearth, a faint glimmer of fire was moving on its own. It did not look like a flame, but rather like the Bloodline of a living creature, pulsing up and down with a certain rhythm.

It did not burn anything, not even the driest grass roots were ignited; it simply infused a gentle, warm energy, slowly and firmly, into the cold soil layer.

Zhang Xuanyi’s eyes narrowed. Calmly, he fished out a bead from his inner pocket that was emerald green in color and shaped like a bean. This was the ”heavenly eye mung beans”, a miraculous object for observing spirits and viewing Qi.

He placed the mung bean under his tongue. A stream of cooling Qi rushed straight to his crown, and the world before his eyes instantly became different.

Three minutes later, he saw the truth.

Deep within the hearth, a nearly transparent fire spirit consciousness was coiled, shaped remarkably like a curled-up lizard.

It was not a physical entity, but rather condensed from the purest fire Qi, rhythmically injecting its own energy into the ground, as if nurturing something.

Even more strangely, whenever faint laughter of children could be heard from the distant village in the middle of the night, the fire spirit’s tail would gently sway, as if resonating with that pure joy.

So that was it.

Zhang Xuanyi understood.

He did not disturb this docile earth fire spirit. Instead, when he stood up, he casually picked up a burnt brick from the ruins, used his fingertips to trace a few rune-like shapes that didn’t form recognizable characters, and gently pressed it onto the stove opening.

”This place has already acknowledged a master,” he whispered, serving as a reminder to any fellow practitioners passing by.

The next morning, Zhang Xuanyi had already left.

Old Man Wang from the village went to his vegetable cellar to get some cabbage. As soon as he lifted the cellar lid, a warm wave of heat rushed toward him.

”Hey, that’s strange!” Old Man Wang was surprised to find that the cellar, which was cold as iron at this time of year in the past, had become warm in winter and cool in summer this year, and the stored vegetables were exceptionally fresh.

Soon, every household in the village discovered this miracle and exclaimed that the Mountain God had manifested, but no one knew that since that ordinary night, the entire village’s earth veins had been quietly nurtured by the fire spirit at the bottom of the stove.

At almost the same time, thousands of miles away, Su Qingzhu was being flooded with private messages pouring in like snowflakes on her phone.

Ever since she live-streamed the phenomenon of ”Golden Smoke Condensing into Characters,” her account had become a gathering place for all kinds of strange phenomena and oddities.

She swiped through the screen quickly, but a private message from the mountainous region in the southwest made her stop her fingers.

The sender was an elementary school teacher, and the message included a photo.

In the photo, an old-fashioned clay stove sat in the corner of a simple classroom.