Chapter 28 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Qiao Jin chose to go home in the afternoon.

Today had been somewhat rewarding since she’d gotten her hands on a demonized Seed of Spirituality.

When she got home, Qiao Jin took a closer look at the Feng Shui layout of the Mu family home. In their eyes, the Mu family was in a prime position.

After all, it was a big house, so of course, they had a Feng Shui master inspect it before doing the interior design.

But this sort of Feng Shui layout, no matter how good it was, seemed so childish in Qiao Jin’s eyes.

It wasn’t that Feng Shui couldn’t be believed, but it changed in the long-term.

Magic circles were also divided by whether they had long-term or short-term effects.

Wealth and power weren’t what Qiao Jin was pursuing, but her current body was slightly weak, so she needed to be strengthened physically. She would treat it as compensation for living in the Mu family’s house. When she walked in, she glanced at a servant watering the flowers in the courtyard, and then a wisp of grey energy appeared, momentarily drifting towards the middle of the carefully planted flowers.

She couldn’t see any changes.

As the materials of the magic circle, things of nature rarely had the ability to change, and the circle’s formation mainly depended on the power of the magic circle practitioner.

According to the information she’d read on the Internet this week, the current understanding of Feng Shui was basically a weakened version of the magic circle, and the most attention was paid to the arrangement of objects and the Feng Shui pattern of mother nature.

But upon careful scrutiny, she discovered that it did have some meaning.

Although the powers that Qiao Jin relied on had long been beyond the reach of people nowadays, being able to study Feng Shui showed that people in the modern-era were quite capable as well.

After entering the Mu family’s house, she found that they hadn’t come back yet. Qiao Fei was still out shopping and probably thought Qiao Jin was still out having fun.

There was no one in the Mu family’s house at the moment. She entered her room in two steps, then she asked the servant to bring the ink, dripped a few drops of her own blood into it, and drew patterns on a huge open space in the room.

The floor was a newly renovated wooden floor, but it didn’t matter.