Chapter Seventy-Four: Decline of Qi Operation

  Pan Hao's true spirit soul traversed space and returned to the interior of the Pan Manor in Qingyu County.

  Shen Hun stood in the air above Qingyu County, overlooking the entire county. In Qingyu County, threads of black gas were brewing non-stop, constantly emerging from deep within the earth. The god's position unfolded the situation in the other two counties, and it was also the same. These black gases were filled with a corrupt and declining aura.

  "The chaotic era is coming, and the divided body must grow up quickly!" Pan Hao said with a sigh. These black airs are obviously the grievances accumulated by the people of the Great Song Dynasty since its establishment. Now that the dragon energy has dissipated, the dragon veins of the Great Song Dynasty cannot suppress it, so they keep emerging, counter-attacking the dragon veins. The Great Song Dynasty is now in turmoil, and the great hall is about to collapse.

  "Hmm!" Pan Hao was deep in thought, when suddenly he had an epiphany, and his spirit turned around and disappeared into thin air.

  "Young master, Old Man Liu has arrived!" Just as Pan Hao's soul had just returned to his body, the sweet voice of Xiao Yao came from outside the house.

  "Ah, I see!" Pan Hao's eyes suddenly opened wide, a flash of red light flickered and disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

  "Squeak!" The door of the study opened, and a young man wearing a white Confucian robe, with a clear and handsome face, and an air of bookishness about him, walked out from inside.

  "Master!" Little Peach saw Pan Hao come out from inside and asked in a clever tone.

  "Alright, let's go!" Pan Hao smiled slightly and nodded, leading Xiaotao towards the front hall.

  In the front hall, wearing a coarse linen robe, his face was much thinner, but his eyes revealed a calm and steady Liu Yong, who was slowly drinking a cup of clear tea, gently blowing air, the green tea water was constantly rolling, the tea leaves were floating and sinking, the fragrance of tea floated out with the mist.

  Liu Yong gently sipped a mouthful of clear tea, the tea water entering his throat and turning into a warm current that spread throughout his limbs. Liu Yong couldn't help but narrow his eyes, carefully savoring the sensation.

  "Mr. Liu, it's been a long time!" Pan Hao stepped forward from the gate and saw Liu Yong's calm and heavy expression, which surprised him in his heart. He didn't expect that after going through this ordeal, Liu Yong's spirit had actually undergone a transformation, becoming more refined and pure.

  "Mr. Pan, I came this time specifically to thank you." Liu Yongyi saw Pan Hao come in and hurriedly stood up with his hands clasped together in gratitude.

  "Mr. Liu, no need to thank me, it was you who actually saved Xiao Jing." Pan Hao shook his head and replied in kind. After finishing speaking, Pan Hao walked over to the table opposite Liu Yong and sat down. Behind him, Xiao Yao presented a cup of clear tea before turning around and leaving.

  Pan Hao's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his gaze swept over Liu Yong's head, three feet above the aura. He was momentarily stunned, hesitated for a moment, and then regained his composure.

  Above Liu Yong's head, a huge and dazzling fiery red aura stands upright. In the fiery red aura, the originally condensed yellow aura has dissipated, which means that the family fortune is exhausted, countless wealth and human energy are dissipating. Without the support of wealth and human energy, the aura also declines.

  At the same time, Liu Yong's towering and majestic aura has disappeared. Instead, around his fiery aura, there are faint wisps of warm, noble, and sacred light yellow energy emanating from the void, enveloping Liu Yong's fiery aura, preventing it from further decline.

  At the same time, a faint cyan gas filled with noble and majestic energy descended from heaven, originally transformed into a cyan umbrella to protect Liu Yong, but instead infused into Liu Yong's fortune, helping him stabilize his red destiny.

  That faint yellow aura of merit that descended from the void was what shocked Pan Hao, because Pan Hao could feel that the aura above was the same as the residual aura of merit left by the three foreign ghosts in the underworld. And there is a difference between the aura of merit inside Pan Hao's purple mansion.

  "Could it be that merits and virtues also have differences? Are they also ranked?" Pan Hao thought to himself.

  "Hiss!" In Pan Hao's Purple Mansion, his divine soul's eyes opened and closed, a thought shot up to the sky, transformed into divine light appearing above Pan Hao's head. As soon as the thought appeared, it immediately wanted to entwine with a thread of void that had appeared in the air.

  "Huh!" Pan Haonan's thoughts were entangled, but he ended up empty-handed. He couldn't touch the merits that descended from the void, and these merits ignored Pan Haonan's existence as if they didn't exist in the same space-time, slowly falling onto Liu Yong's aura, nourishing and expanding Liu Yong's aura.

  "Master Pan humbled himself, if it weren't for your yellow token, I'm afraid Little Jing would no longer be in this world!" Liu Yong sighed with a bitter smile. He then said somewhat urgently: "But now, I don't know if I can get close to Little Jing."

  "Nature can, congratulations to Liu Lao Ye's complete elimination of sin and virtue, and the heavenly reward will surely bring good fortune to his descendants!" Pan Hao smiled slightly, congratulating Liu Yong. The events that had just occurred happened in the blink of an eye, and the thought was futile, falling back into his soul once again.

  Liu Yong was overjoyed when he heard the news, and nothing else mattered as long as he could see his little granddaughter again. After exchanging a few words with Pan Hao, Liu Yong couldn't wait any longer and hastily bid farewell, leaving Pan's residence.

  "Haha!" Pan Hao smiled helplessly, but he could also understand Liu Yong's urgent mood.

  Outside the city of Qingyu, there is a small village where the folk customs are simple and honest. The villagers work from dawn to dusk. In a ordinary farmhouse courtyard, a lovely girl like a porcelain doll sat on a bluestone with her hands supporting her little head, gazing at the rural path leading into the village. This girl was Xiaojing.

  Above Xiaojing's head, a three-foot-high crimson aura burst into the sky, and there was no longer any trace of the condensed yellow aura. Similarly, the sins that had been constantly emerging from the void also disappeared. Although this aura was much weaker than before, it stood out among the pure white auras in the small village.

  The guilt that had entrenched itself in the heart and bone marrow has been defeated by the power of God. Without the replenishment of guilt from the void, these bodily guilts are but rootless waters that crumble before the power of God. The power of God sweeps away the withered and rotten, clearing out the guilt from the body of the little crystal. With the help of medicinal nourishment, it has long since recovered to its original state.

  Suddenly, the sound of shouting to drive cattle came from a small path outside the village. Xia Jing's eyes lit up instantly, and she stared at the path in a hurry. An old yellow cow pulled a broken wooden cart slowly out of the middle, and on top of the broken cart, an old farmer with dark and rough skin was waving a small whip, shouting at the slow-moving old cow.

  Xiao Jing's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she lost all interest in the broken cow cart. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the small path after the cow cart passed by, waving his big hands vigorously towards Xiao Jing.

  "Xiao Jing!" A loud and affectionate voice rang out.

  "Grandpa!" Xia Jing's eyes lit up again, and she lifted her small head. A childish voice with a hint of crying sounded out, as she happily ran towards the path on her little feet.