Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 181 I'm Afraid

The fortune-teller took Lin Qingyue out to dinner and asked Lin Qingyue to pay the bill in a very natural manner.

There were countless delicious foods near Shangnan Sect, and the fortune-teller was obviously a good eater. He took Lin Qingyue straight to the best and most expensive place around. Lin Qingyue had a feast, but when he paid, the bill was shocking.

One thousand low-grade spirit stones for a meal.

After Lin Qingyue suffered heavy bleeding, he and the fortune-teller returned to the bookstore and continued to wait.

One is waiting for someone, the other is also waiting for someone.

The fortune-teller's stall wasn't exactly busy, but it wasn't completely empty either. Lin Qingyue observed with boredom that every time a customer approached, they would walk away with a cold face and a wave of their sleeves before even chatting for a few words.

It seems that this old man either doesn't know how to do business or he just doesn't have the ability.

It was noon when the owner of the bookstore came back from his home after lunch. He saw the old man wearing a straw hat to protect himself from the sun and there was no customer in front of him. He chuckled.

"If you offer more solutions, maybe people will pay you. Everyone knows people who come to fortune-telling have their own problems, but if you see through their problems but don't solve them, then there's really no need for them to pay you."

The fortune teller sneered, "Even if it's sent by Heaven, you can still escape it, but if it's sent by yourself, you can't escape it. Most of those who come to me aren't deeply sinful. How many of those who have been cursed by Heaven can find a chance of survival here?"

The bookstore owner looked at Lin Qingyue who was sitting next to him and asked, "So this person is cursed by heaven?"

"I dare not look. This girl won't have many good days left."

Lin Qingyue, who was reading a book and secretly listening to their conversation: ...

She took the book down and looked at the fortune teller. "You're not going to curse me, are you? Even though I'm gentle, cute, kind, brave, smart, and witty, that's no reason for you to curse me."

"Ah..." The fortune-teller turned around and muttered to himself, "Young people are hard to deceive these days. Business is getting harder and harder..."

Lin Qingyue quietly rolled her eyes and continued reading her travel notes.

……

Yang Zishen and Qingyang arrived three days later. When they arrived, Lin Qingyue was playing mahjong with the bookstore owner and the fortune teller.

The bookstore owner lost the most, with notes plastered all over his face. But he was a heavy loser, so he yelled the loudest, his passionate voice audible from far away.

The second fortune teller had a piece of paper stuck to the side of his face that looked like it was covered with white hair.

Looking at Lin Qingyue again, his face was clean and innocent, but he acted decisively and ruthlessly, killing the bookstore owner and the fortune teller without leaving a single survivor.

Yang Zishen walked over with a cold expression and looked at them.

"Stop playing."

Well, after this man said this, the bookstore owner went back to the bookstore very tactfully, leaving only Lin Qingyue and the fortune-teller.

Then Lin Qingyue saw Yang Zishen, who usually acted high and mighty, respectfully address the fortune-teller as "Elder."

The elder squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Zishen, as if recalling something, and finally sighed.

"Are your parents okay?"

Yang Zishen replied: "Everything is fine."

Elder: "If you hadn't written to me, I wouldn't have known I could see Wuhua and Shanyi's child in the town outside of Shangnan Sect. Now it seems that you are more like your Shanyi, and even the red mole on your forehead that represents the clear mind of Taoism has been passed down."

"My mother often talks about the elder at home, so I came to him for help."

The elder became interested and touched the white paper on his face.

"What did she say about me?"

"They say you are the first true fortune teller in the world."

"Hahaha!" The elder laughed, and the wrinkles on his face began to move, like the bark of a dead tree wriggling.

"Did she really say that?"

"That's what he said."

……

Lin Qingyue and Qingyang stayed together and watched Yang Zishen and the elders chatting there.

Lin Qingyue: "Aren't you also a fortune teller?"

Qingyang tossed a copper coin in his hand. "It can be said to be fortune-telling, but it's not completely so. You can think of it this way. People like the elders predict good and bad fortune for people. People like me are more vulgar, mostly looking at some unborn treasures."

"Then can you help me calculate a treasure that I can get in the future?"

"500 middle-grade spiritual stones."

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Qingyang chuckled, "You have quite a few treasures on you. If I'm guessing correctly, the Qingjing is on you, right?"

"You calculated this too?"

"No, I guessed."

……

After Yang Zishen finished talking with the elder, several people went to an empty and deserted place under the elder's instructions.

"If a fight breaks out, it would be better if no innocent people are hurt."

Yang Zishen and the others naturally had no objection. In fact, when they reached an open space where they could perform, those people quickly caught up with them.

Before the person arrived, the spiritual pressure was about to make Lin Qingyue breathless.

Looking at Qingyang again, he also had a serious expression on his face, and it seemed that he was not feeling well.

Only Yang Zishen and the elders remained calm, as if they were in an isolated place.

The heads of the major families hid in the smoke and clouds and did not show up. Their voices passed through the clouds, shaking the heaven and earth.

"The Ziyang Sword Sect is acting in a completely lawless manner! Don't think that just because you're the number one sect in Zhongzhou, you're the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation!"

The elder stepped forward and said in a righteous voice, "Why don't you speak up when families harm those with immortal bones for the sake of some incompetent disciples?"

A gruff voice mocked, "Having immortal bones to exchange with the younger generation is a blessing for ordinary people. Without immortal bones, we are just a weed that can be found anywhere in the world!"

"Oh, you can't say that." A soft, weak voice, like a dodder, said innocently, "The elder is also a famous person in Beizhou. How can you not give him face at all? These immortal bones are just the result of those corpse seekers in the mortal world being jealous of the talented people who possess them. We are just helping those immortal bones find more suitable owners."

"That's right! Ordinary people naturally don't understand the benefits of immortal bones, let alone cherish them. Now someone is cherishing them for them. Why should the elders interfere in a matter between us?"

Elder: "Whether it is a blessing or a curse, if you forcibly seize an opportunity that is not yours, you will suffer even greater consequences."

It was said again in a strong tone that left no room for refusal.

"Yuan Jin, your Jindan lifespan is nearing its limit. Let's both take a step back. We will no longer pursue the immortal bones you let go, nor will we perform bone replacements again. But you must not plot against the disciples who have already had their immortal bones replaced, and harm innocent people."

The gruff voice rang out again: "That's right! This matter ends here. Don't push your luck any further!"

The elder sighed: "You are still so shameless."

"What do you mean!"

"I respect your contribution to Beizhou, but now you treat me like this?"

The elder took out the canvas with the words "Fairy Cave" written on it, his face relieved.

"You haven't changed, you're just afraid."