I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Capital, three quarters past the hour of Shen.

Having decided to go, Chen Yuan didn't waste any extra time. After giving some instructions to Ouyang Zhi, he swiftly left Divine Capital City and headed towards Qingjiang Lake, forty li south of the city.

This place is about forty li south of the city. Although the lake isn't very large, it's quite famous, with a river running through it, connecting to the capital, making it an excellent place for scholars to indulge in literature, recite poetry, and enjoy leisurely conversations under the moonlight.

A poet once left a well-known verse here, but Chen Yuan, preoccupied with his cultivation, had never visited this place.

With Chen Yuan's speed, it only took a short quarter-hour to reach this well-known lake in Central State from the capital.

The lake isn't considered large because there are bigger lakes in the world, but in terms of area, it isn't small either. At least at a glance, it was a vast expanse of rippling waves, stretching into the horizon.

It was now the hour of You, around five o'clock in the afternoon, with the setting sun casting a fiery glow over half the sky, creating a spectacle known as "flaming clouds."

The people on both banks of Qingjiang Lake started to disperse sparsely. Chen Yuan thought for a moment and spent ten taels of silver to buy a small boat. Without needing to row, he propelled it towards the center of the lake using Primordial Energy.

From a distance, it indeed had a poetic charm.

The small boat drifted gently, and Chen Yuan observed his surroundings. After a moment, feeling he had reached the center of Qingjiang Lake, he stopped, stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"Which fellow Daoist invited this marquis? Since I'm here, why not show yourself?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it spread across a thousand feet around the center of Qingjiang Lake, exuding a strong sense of confidence. Given Chen Yuan's current cultivation level and resources, he indeed possessed the qualifications.

If the other party truly harbored hostility towards him, anyone below a True Monarch would face death!

Even if a True Monarch came personally, he would still have the power to fight.

About ten breaths of time passed, and the waters a hundred feet in front of Chen Yuan began to stir, forming ripples, as if a large fish was about to break through the water.

Chen Yuan's eyes were deep, and a faint trace of azure light flickered within them.

He wanted to see if the person coming was his child of destiny. If so, his cultivation might surge shortly.

"Good, Chen Yuan, you have arrived as promised. I am pleased."

A deep male voice emanated from the lake. A water dragon surged from the lake with a "boom," spiraled in mid-air, then plunged back into the lake, forming a path.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stepped out of the water, walking on the surface, with the lake water flowing backward on both sides to form a vacuum zone.

He exuded an extremely imposing aura, but lacked the Dao Yun of a Yang God True Monarch.

By estimation, his strength was definitely not below the four Divine Envoys of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau.

This implied that the person was likely a formidable Refining God Peak expert.

However, that didn't matter. As long as he wasn't a True Monarch himself, Chen Yuan could handle it.

Finally, the black-robed middle-aged man stopped forty feet from Chen Yuan.

Stranger, very strange!

This was definitely the first time Chen Yuan had seen this person, unfamiliar in appearance, yet for some reason, there was an inexplicable connection shrouding him, as if he had some relation to this man.

"Who might you be? Why did you invite this marquis here?"

While asking, Chen Yuan was also sizing up the man, a faint trace of azure light flashed in his eyes, followed by joy in his heart.

Because he saw the intense azure glow emanating from this person's body.

That is... Qi Fortune!

It... finally came again!

His previous premonitions were not wrong, truly accurate, indeed someone with Qi Fortune.

Sometimes, a man's sixth sense is also very precise.

"This marquis?" The man in black robe snorted coldly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes, he said solemnly:

"You merely gained the favor of the Sima Family by chance and received a marquis title, yet you dare to grandly call yourself 'this marquis'? Hmph, do you know who I am?"

Chen Yuan frowned slightly. He had already asked who the visitor was, yet he avoided answering directly, instead asking him back, which seemed quite unreasonable:

"So who are you, exactly? Why not report your name?"

Chen Yuan asked with an indifferent gaze.

This dignified middle-aged man with piercing eyes, possessing Qi Fortune, was destined to die, and he wouldn't be given a chance to live.

But if he could learn the man's background, it would naturally be better.

It would also help prevent any possible retaliation from the forces behind this man.

Having received a portion of power from Senior Moluo, Chen Yuan sensed the true strength of this person and felt capable of handling it, so he wasn't in a hurry to kill him.

This was confidence, stemming from immense strength.

Of course, confidence aside, Chen Yuan was not careless. As he spoke, he was also scanning the surroundings for any changes, to see if this man had any accomplices lying in wait.

However, he figured the possibility of accomplices was low. After all, no matter how renowned he was in the Jianghu, he was still just a newly ascended True Master Martial Artist.

The arrival of a Refining God Peak individual was enough to show respect; more wouldn't be necessary.

"I am Xiang Qianfeng."

The black-robed man stated coldly.

Upon hearing this name, Chen Yuan's pupils shrank sharply, his brows furrowed, and he murmured:

"Xiang Qianfeng!"