Madam He was stunned after hearing her words.

Her daughter-in-law sent a message a few months ago saying that she was pregnant again.

My daughter-in-law is thirty-four years old this year, which is not young. It is very dangerous for her to have a child at this time. Moreover, the child has not yet been born, and we do not know whether it is a boy or a girl. Unexpectedly, this master told her that she would have another grandson.

That would prove that the daughter-in-law is carrying a boy.

Even so, she didn't want to lose Qingyue.

"Immortal Master, is my grandson Qingyue really beyond saving?" Old Madam He asked in a trembling voice.

Ye Xianya pondered for a moment before saying, "This kind of thing that defies fate will damage my merits and cultivation. However... your He family protects the people of the Southern Frontier. Saving one member of the He family is equivalent to saving millions of people. Please wait a moment, Madam, while I calculate where he is now."

If it were her previous life, Ye Xianya wouldn't have done something so defying fate. If she did too many of these things, the power of the lightning tribulation would be intensified when she ascended to heaven.

As for now?

She didn't care about all that; she just wanted to do whatever she wanted.

Honestly, if it were still those eighty-one heavenly lightning bolts, even if their power were increased, I could withstand them as long as I recovered my strength.

But the heavens wouldn't let her ascend. Even though she had survived all the lightning tribulations, they still struck her down and killed her in the end.

If that's the case, why should she care about these things?

Ye Xianya used her mystical arts to carefully calculate and finally found He Qingyue.

"Madam, your grandson He Qingyue was ambushed by bandits while saving someone on his way back. He fell off a cliff and was injured. Although he is still alive, he can only last for a day or two at most. Several of his guards are still alive and are looking for him, but the place where he fell is extremely well hidden, and they have not found him."

Ye Xianya paused slightly as she spoke: "The place where he fell off the cliff is still two hundred miles away from the capital. Those bandits usually hide very well and have some collusion with local officials, so the court is unaware of it and has not sent anyone to surround and suppress them. The old lady can report this matter to the court and ask them to send troops to suppress the bandits."

After Ye Xianya finished speaking, she asked Shen Furong to bring her paper and pen. As she drew, she said, "As for the place where your grandson fell, it is quite hidden. Even if I describe it very clearly, you may not be able to find it. I will draw a picture, and you can hurry there and find him today."

Ye Xianya drew very quickly, and soon she had clearly drawn the location of He Qingyue, and even marked the place name, mountain name, etc. on the drawing.

“The area I’ve circled is where he is now. Look carefully and you’ll find him.”

As soon as Ye Xianya finished speaking, Old Madam He picked up the painting, took some silver notes from the steward, and stuffed them all into the house, along with the ones that Xianya had just refused.

“I know that you helped me calculate my grandson’s location because of the loyalty and bravery of the He family. You have lost merit because of this. If you don’t accept this silver note, I will not be able to eat or sleep. Please accept it quickly. I will reward you handsomely once my grandson is rescued. Thank you very much.”

After speaking, Madam He quickly left with her people, as she needed to send someone to find her grandson immediately.

"The He family is full of loyal martyrs. Xianya, you saved the He family. If you lose your merit because of this, then it is truly unfair of Heaven." Qi Jiu, who had been listening for a long time, couldn't help but speak up.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xianya looked up at the sky.

That damned God is just unfair!

Otherwise, why would they block her path to ascension?

Logically speaking, Heaven should punish evil and promote good.

But there are still many bad people in this world, and good people are not necessarily rewarded.

Anyway, she doesn't want to ascend to heaven anymore. She does things entirely according to her conscience. She protects good people, and as for bad people... well, let them go to hell.

“He Qingyue is both a scholar and a warrior. He was Chengshuo’s classmate when he was studying at the Imperial Academy. I’ll tell Chengshuo about this. Maybe he can help.” Qi Jiu said as he asked someone to deliver the message.

"Isn't Qi Chengshuo a member of the imperial family? Why didn't he go to the palace to study?" Ye Xianya asked with some surprise.

“Chengshuo didn’t like going to the palace to study, but his grandfather, Prince Duan, indulged him in everything and let him enter the Imperial Academy. This was against the rules, but… the emperor has always been accommodating to Prince Duan’s requests, so he let them go as they pleased,” Qi Jiu said with a smile.

Ye Xianya nodded and continued to tell fortunes for the next person.

This time, it was a burly man who was dragging along a boy who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old.

"Master Ye, I've heard that you can predict anything. Could you please help me determine if this boy is my biological son?"

"Look at me, how strong and robust I am! This kid is thirteen years old, so short and weak, like a little chick. He doesn't look like me at all. People laugh at me, saying I'm raising someone else's son. It makes me so angry."

“Yesterday, I went to the stalls of those fortune tellers and asked them to read my face. Seven people said we were not father and son, and seven people said we were father and son. I was so confused. The doctors said that blood tests are not reliable. Master, please tell me, is he my son?”

The burly man rattled off a long string of words, spitting everywhere, and the boy he was dragging trembled with fear.

"Of course he is your own son." Ye Xianya glanced at their faces, then calculated the cause and effect between the two, and said calmly.

"The immortal master didn't lie to me?" the burly man asked, his eyes wide.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to any of the ten major Taoist sects outside the city and ask them to read your faces and test your bloodline using the secret bloodline method. You'll get the results."

"Immortal Master, you jest. I've inquired, and that bloodline secret technique costs a thousand taels of silver. Where would a commoner like me get that much silver? Besides... Immortal Master, your calculations are more accurate than those of the Taoists from the ten major sects outside the city. I certainly believe what you say," the man said with a smile.

Ye Xianya glanced at him upon hearing this, somewhat speechless, and said, "You always say your son is thin and short, and doesn't look like you at all. Have you ever thought about the reason why?"

The man was taken aback and subconsciously replied, "Of course it's because he's not in good health; he's not growing taller or gaining weight."

Ye Xianya laughed in anger, and said coldly, "That's because you never treat your wife and son like human beings. You hit them whenever you want, and scold them whenever you want. When you eat meat, they can only watch. When you eat rice, they can only drink porridge. How can they grow taller and gain weight? People aren't grown up by the wind."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed immediately, and he said awkwardly, "I thought that woman was having an affair, and I also thought the child wasn't mine, so..."

"Enough with the nonsense. There are gods watching over us. If you continue to treat them like this, you will be doing bad luck and won't live past three years. If you treat them well, they will live to be a hundred. You can choose whether you want to live or die."