In the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a market named Yongxing City. All sorts of people from all walks of life gathered there and it was bustling.
In a corner of Yongxing City, there was a group of people.
There was an empty space in the middle of the crowd with a table. An old man with a Confucian crown and long robes leaned back in his chair with a rosy complexion and a long beard.
The old man's left hand was pressed against a wooden block on the table and his right hand was waving a paper fan. He was talking eloquently and everyone around him was mesmerized by his words.
His attire, the wooden block on the table and the folding fan in his hands were enough to tell that he was a storyteller who traveled among the commoners and specialized in telling stories of the supernatural and the legends of the fiend demons.
The stories told by storytellers were mysterious, magnificent, and grotesque. To most mortals, they were very attractive.
"That battle was so intense that mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The ground was filled with corpses and blood flowed like rivers – it was extremely tragic!"
The old man waved his paper fan and said loudly, "This human powerhouse made the void tremble when he took a step forward. With a loud roar, he could bring down the stars. With a flip of his hand, he could summon clouds and rain. Although the divine dragon was powerful enough to overturn rivers and seas and swallow the power of the sun and moon, it was still no match for this human."
Everyone listened attentively.
"The battle lasted for two days and two nights. Finally, the divine dragon was slain by that person's sword! Countless blood splattered from the divine dragon's body. Many living beings could not dodge in time and were splashed by the blood. Unable to withstand the power of the divine dragon's bloodline, they exploded and died … "
Many people secretly clicked their tongues and let out cries of surprise.
The old man was delighted when he saw everyone's reaction. He waved his folding fan gently and stroked his long beard, nodding with a smile.
"Fufu …"
Right then, a stifled laugh sounded from outside the crowd.
"Those insubstantial things are only meant to fool mortals. What a joke. Who would have the stamina to fight for two days and two nights? You're even talking about the divine dragon as though you've seen it before! "
The person who spoke was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
He happened to be passing by and stopped in his tracks to listen for a while before sneering coldly.
In truth, true cultivators could not be bothered to listen to such things as they could easily tell the truth from the lies.
When the old man saw that he was exposed, he could not help but blush as though he was enraged. Straightening his neck, he asked, "How do you know that I've never seen it before?"
"Oh?"
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator glanced at the old man and sneered, "You don't have any spirit qi in your body. You're not a cultivator. I'd like to ask you, where did you see the divine dragon?"
Through the Of Spirit Of Of Of Life, he could tell that the old man was an ordinary mortal.
The moment the old man heard that the other party was a cultivator, he immediately lost his imposing manner. He avoided the other party's gaze and retracted his neck. He muttered in a low voice, "Anyway, I've seen him before."
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator curof Life Pursed his lips and sneered of Life Cultivator's of Life of Life.
Not far away, there was a man in a grey robe. He was slightly plump and had a white face without a beard. He also held a folding fan in his hand and was walking towards them.
"Storyteller, please continue!"
Someone couldn't wait any longer and urged from the side.
Sweeping his gaze, the old man caught sight of the newcomer and the wooden block in his hands fell with a crisp thud.
"If you want to know what happened, listen to the next chapter!"
Keeping the wooden block, the old man closed his paper fan and waved his hand. "Let's disperse. I'll tell you another day."
"Tsk!"
The crowd hissed.
When they saw the old man stand up and leave, the crowd did not linger and dispersed as well.
The old man entered the crowd and disappeared in a few steps.
In an empty corner, the old man met with a gray-robed cultivator.
"Old man, I failed. I didn't succeed."
The gray-robed cultivator had an unlucky expression – it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the primordial ruin.
The old man twirled his three strands of long beard with an unfathomable look. He said with a smile, "I've already expected this."
"F * ck!"
When Lin Xuanji heard that, he jumped up in anger. "Old man, you're so ruthless! You've already divined it and yet you still sent me to that lousy place? I almost lost my life! "
"What do you know?"
The old man replied calmly, "The divination I divined shows that you'll be fine on this trip. Although you're destined to fail, it's not a wasted trip!"
"Is … that so?" Lin Xuanji asked through gritted teeth.
"Of course. My divination won't be wrong," The old man was confident.
Lin Xuanji could not hold it in any longer and shouted, "I didn't even get anything! I only ate some egg juice and it was left behind by a dog!"
"What egg juice? What dog?" The old man was stunned after being sprayed with saliva.
Lin Xuanji recounted everything that happened in the dragon's lair of the primordial ruin in detail.
"You ate the dragon's egg? You're sick! "The old man was so angry that he shuddered. Raising his palm, he slapped Lin Xuanji viciously.
"Hey! Don't hit me, don't hit me … it wasn't me, it was that Su Zimo and a dog … "
Lin Xuanji dodged repeatedly but to no avail. With a smack, a bright red handprint appeared on his left cheek.
"Old man, I used the Minor Transference Talisman as well."
"Piak!"
Without another word, the old man slapped him once more.
A handprint appeared on Lin Xuanji's right cheek as well and refused to fade.
The old man stroked his beard and frowned. "That doesn't make sense. The divination shouldn't be wrong and your trip shouldn't have been in vain. Could it be that … the divination is referring to that Su Zimo? "
"Right, old man, this person has some tricks up his sleeves. I can't divine his background and fortune," Lin Xuanji said.
"There's such a thing?"
An obscure ripple spread out from the old man's glabella and enveloped the entire capital instantly. Before long, he found Su Zimo in a restaurant.
A soft look appeared in the old man's eyes and dissipated rapidly, turning into a hazy gray mist.
The old man opened his palm and divined.
As time passed by, the old man's frown deepened and his expression turned grimmer while his face turned paler.
Given the old man's cultivation realm, he could divine a Foundation Establishment Cultivator in the blink of an eye.
But now, two hours had passed.
Lin Xuanji held his breath at the side and waited silently, afraid that he would disturb the old man.
After another hour, the old man shuddered and grunted dully. The soft look in his eyes dissipated and was replaced with streaks of blood – it was frightening!
"Old man, how are you?"
Lin Xuanji knew that this was the result of forceful divinations.
Some people had unique destinies and if they were forcefully divined and did not stop in time, it was normal for them to go blind. In more serious cases, bad luck might even befall them!
"It's fine,"
The old man waved it off and heaved a long sigh of relief. "This lad's destiny was ordinary and initially, there was nothing special about it. However, an expert defied the heavens and changed his destiny, causing it to change drastically. Even I can't divine it anymore."
"Ah?" Lin Xuanji's eyes widened in disbelief. "Defied the heavens and changed his destiny?"
He knew the weight of the words' defied the heavens and changed one's destiny '– even the old man before him could not do it!
"Hmm?"
Right then, the old man's expression changed and his eyes shone brightly!
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