Although Meiji had memories, they were from many years ago and were extremely vague.

Shang Yanting needs other methods to find the merfolk.

After more than ten days, they went ashore again and headed straight for a small border town—Bucheng.

"Dear host, look over there!"

As soon as Jia Xitong landed, she noticed many wanted posters plastered on the city wall. The wanted notice from the Temple of Martial God had been posted here, featuring a portrait of Shang Yanting, and most importantly, the portrait was incredibly realistic.

I suddenly realized that being too good at drawing isn't necessarily a good thing.

"fine."

Shang Yanting retrieved the disguise mask from the talisman. This item, which had been put away long ago, was put to use again.

"Mei Ji Huo Rui, do not enter the city, stay and guard the outskirts."

Shang Yanting looked at the two people behind him and said, "We will be back by 3 or 4 a.m. at the latest. If we are not back by then, you can leave first."

After saying that, he led Jia Xitong into the city.

An ordinary-looking, unremarkable martial artist appeared in the city, brushing past the wanted poster hanging on the wall.

"Dear host, why are we going into the city?"

Jia Xitong looked around. This small town seemed ordinary, but it was unusually lively, with many fortune-telling stalls along the roadside.

“We need to find someone here who is skilled in divination. The place where the Merfolk live is mysterious and strange, but the Merfolk blood in Meiji should be able to calculate the location of the Merfolk.”

Therefore, they need to find a cultivator with extremely high divination abilities before the people from the Temple of Martial God catch up with them.

Bucheng.

He is famous for his divination skills.

Aside from the top few diviners, the best diviner in the martial arts world is in Bucheng.

Where do we find that fortune teller?

Jia Xitong looked at the fortune tellers sitting everywhere.

Each stall displayed banners advertising "The World's Number One Fortune Teller," "Accurate," and "Infallible Calculations," all designed to attract customers. But these people weren't from around here; how would they know who the best fortune teller was?

"It's okay, come with me."

Shang Yanting headed straight for the city lord's mansion. With his strength, there was nowhere in the town that could stop him. He found a middle-aged man who was blind inside the vast mansion.

Swish, swish, swish.

The middle-aged man was holding a bamboo tube filled with bamboo skewers, which made a rhythmic rubbing sound as he shook it.

Shang Yanting stood in front of him, "Mr. Bu."

Mr. Bu?

Jia Xitong was completely bewildered.

Why does Shang Yanting know this person?

She's never seen it before?

How many more surprises does Consort Shang have that she doesn't know about?

Jia Xitong stood to the side, his mind racing. At that moment, the blind middle-aged man raised his head, his squinting white eyes staring blankly ahead. "Fellow Daoist, what brings you here so late at night?"

"I need your help."

Shang Yanting looked into the middle-aged man's eyes, "I will pay you by curing your eyes."

Mr. Bu simply smiled slightly upon hearing Shang Yanting's words. "I have been blind since childhood. Having lost my sight, I gained the ability to divine. If it were curable, it would have been cured long ago."

He clearly didn't believe Shang Yanting's words.

Not to mention him, even Jia Xitong didn't believe it.

The only person with medical skills on Xianlong Peak was Master Tuo. Now that Master Tuo was not around, Shang Yanting had no medical skills whatsoever, and she suspected that this was a scam.

It's not really appropriate to scam a blind old man, is it?

Or should we just threaten him?

"Behave yourself and cooperate, or I'll kill you."

As Jia Xitong said this, he drew Shang Yanting's one-meter-long broadsword, ran his fingertip along the blade, and produced a crisp sound, like a long sword humming softly.

Shang Yanting looked at her: ...

"Bribery isn't very effective; we still need to threaten him and scare him."

Jia Xitong leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting smiled, then formed a hand seal. A black demonic aura appeared in his hand, causing Mr. Bu's previously calm expression to change drastically. "You are a demon..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shang Yanting formed his five fingers into a claw and pressed down on the top of his head.

A scream came from inside the house.

As Mr. Bu endured the pain, his white eyes gradually darkened. Then, his expression froze. He reached out his hands in disbelief, gently touching his eyes, staring incredulously at the scene around him that he had never witnessed before.

"This, this is..."

He was so engrossed in his serious conversation that he couldn't pull himself away when a knock came at the door. It was a guard on night patrol from the city lord's mansion. "Mr. Bu, is something wrong inside?"

They were drawn there by his screams.

"Nothing's wrong, leave immediately!"

Mr. Bu spoke up to stop the outsiders from entering, and at that moment he looked around, too shocked to extricate himself.

Jia Xitong was also shocked!

When did Shang Yanting suddenly become able to cure people's blindness? When did he secretly learn it, and he cured people's congenital blindness?

"How are you feeling, Mr. Bu?"

Shang Yanting looked at him and said, "If Mr. Bu can cooperate, I will restore your sight permanently."

What do you want to ask?

Mr. Bu looked at Shang Yanting; he couldn't refuse this offer.

"I want to find out where the Merfolk are located."

"It's hard to pinpoint the location of the Merfolk."

Mr. Bu frowned deeply upon hearing this request.

This is really hard to calculate. Mermaids' bodies are treasures from head to toe. If a diviner could really find out where they live, that would be an enormous fortune.

However, since the other party was able to cure his eyes, it can't be ruled out that way.

"If you have the essence of a mermaid and can make him willingly offer it for divination, then I should have a good chance of success."

Mr. Bu blinked, and as time passed, the scene before him grew increasingly blurry and dim.

"The prerequisite is that the merfolk who once lived among the merfolk must be willing to offer their essence and blood to find their whereabouts in order to locate the merfolk's territory."

That's simply impossible.

How could a merman who actually lived among the merfolk be willing to sacrifice their life essence to help humans find their homeland? If such a merman truly existed, they could simply lead humans directly there; why bother with divination?

"Don't you have any other needs for divination?"

He would do anything to obtain this hard-won light!

Ignoring his follow-up question, Shang Yanting directly said, "We do indeed have a merman. Would you be so kind as to accompany us?"

They even have merfolk?!

Mr. Bu secretly made calculations behind his back, trying to figure out their identities, but found he couldn't. His vision returned to darkness, and he nodded hastily, "Okay, take me there."

After transmigrating into a book, I was forced to become a fake system. Please follow for the latest chapter.