"Master, you like watching this?"

Han Qingxiu stood in front of a stage, watching the actors sing non-stop.

"What's so interesting about this...this weird singing and talking?"

Han Qingxiu turned her head away from the stage, indicating that she didn't really like the performance.

Besides, it wasn't her who wanted to watch the play; it was Wu Er, who was on Han Qingxiu's shoulder, who said he wanted to watch it.

Wu Er shook his head and said, "You're too young to understand yet. When you're older, you'll probably love listening to opera as much as I do."

The sun sets and the crescent moon rises; before we know it, a long time has passed.

The performers on the stage had been singing for quite a while, and Wu Er naturally dragged Han Qingxiu along to watch for a long time as well.

After such a long run, the play is nearing its end.

After a series of strange cries of "Eek!", the young actor on stage sang the last line of the opera.

"A city stretching for ten miles, a people living for a hundred miles, a celestial being sent off across a thousand miles of sky!"

You can guess the play just by listening to the lyrics; it's called "The Immortal's Worship".

Wu Er had heard it once in a small town in Zhongzhou, and even though he had only heard it once, he still loved to listen to it.

A good story never gets old, no matter how many times you hear it.

After listening to the opera, Wu Er urged Han Qingxiu to take him to other places. Even though he was now a paper doll, Wu Er still couldn't stay idle.

Han Qingxiu felt helpless about her master, who was clearly an elder but acted like a child.

The two then wandered around the city, going everywhere and not avoiding any secluded alleys.

After all, they are cultivators. So what if they encounter bad guys in a remote alley in the city?

The ones who should be called unlucky are the bad guys.

However, Wu Er and Han Qingxiu had a smooth journey, and they didn't encounter any malicious people while traveling in remote areas, so naturally there were no scenes of punishing evil and promoting good.

Just as Han Qingxiu led Wu Er to a side street, another person suddenly jumped out.

The man had a goatee, wore a Taoist hat, and a long robe with Bagua diagrams. He was also holding a long banner.

The long banner reads: "Judging a person's fate by their fortune, one can predict their wealth and status."

The words written on the banner, along with this attire, make it easy to determine the person's identity; he is likely a wandering sorcerer.

This is what people often refer to as a fortune teller.

The charlatan looked flustered and kept glancing behind him as if someone was chasing him.

When the sorcerer accidentally caught sight of Han Qingxiu by the roadside, his eyes widened, and the panic on his face turned into excitement.

It's like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a straw.

The sorcerer ran very fast, and in a few moments he rushed to Han Qingxiu's side, excitedly saying, "Fellow Daoist, may I stay by your side for a while?"

Han Qingxiu was puzzled as she looked at the sorcerer who had suddenly rushed over, so she asked, "What do you want?"

The sorcerer was clearly not in good physical condition; his face turned red after running for a while.

He blushed and said, "Fellow Daoist, may I stay by your side for a few hours?"

What strange talk about staying for several hours?

Han Qingxiu frowned as she looked at the person in front of her.

This sorcerer wasn't entirely a charlatan; he did possess some cultivation, probably around the first or second level of Qi Refining.

However, because he wasn't practicing orthodox techniques, the sorcerer's aura felt extremely murky.

The paper figure Wu Er didn't speak, but secretly stuck it to Han Qingxiu's shoulder, pretending to be an ornament.

Since Wu Er was too lazy to talk, he simply handed the matter over to his apprentice to deal with the sudden appearance of this wandering sorcerer.

Han Qingxiu looked the sorcerer up and down, then asked, "What do you mean, fellow Daoist? Why are you staying next to me?"

The wandering sorcerer shook the banner in his hand and said, "I naturally wanted to get closer to you because of your extraordinary appearance, so that I could benefit from your honor when you are made a king or prime minister."

After listening to the sorcerer's rambling, Han Qingxiu felt even more confused.

The phrase "to be granted the title of king and appointed as prime minister" is particularly puzzling.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Han Qingxiu found this person extremely strange. Although he posed no threat to her, she was still reluctant to get too close.

So Han Qingxiu turned around and walked away, wanting to get as far away from this charlatan as possible.

But to everyone's surprise, the sorcerer followed, saying, "Fellow Daoist, don't slow down. Let me stay by your side!"

Han Qingxiu stopped when she saw the sorcerer chasing after her again.

He then asked, "Fellow Daoist, why are you following me like this for no apparent reason?"

The sorcerer pondered for a moment and then said, "Fellow Daoist, I am being chased by a villain, so I need to stay by your side to survive."

"Hmm?" Han Qingxiu was puzzled again, not understanding the cause and effect relationship in the sorcerer's words.

Is it better to be killed by a villain or to survive by someone close to you? What's the connection between the two?

Seeing Han Qingxiu's puzzled expression, the sorcerer explained, "I am a sorcerer, skilled in observing auras and fortunes. I sense that my misfortune is about to befall me."

Then he pointed to Han Qingxiu's head and said, "And I just happened to see purple aura coming from the east above your head, so I want to borrow your purple aura to wash away my bad luck."

"Purple aura soaring into the sky?"

Han Qingxiu raised her head slightly, only to find that there was nothing above her head.

She was a traditional cultivator and had no interest in unorthodox methods like observing one's fortune, which had a large margin of error. She had never systematically cultivated such methods, so she couldn't see her own fortune.

"Yes, it's purple aura soaring into the sky." The sorcerer nodded hurriedly, "Especially on your shoulders, the purple aura there is almost condensed into water!"

Han Qingxiu glanced at her shoulder; there was a paper figure stuck there...

The source of the purple aura has been found.

This is an effect inherent to immortals, suppressing all misfortune around them and receiving the protection of heaven and earth.

Even though this paper figure only contains a wisp of a celestial being's soul, it can still transform the black aura of misfortune into the purple aura of great fortune.

It has to be said that the passive ability of immortals is just that overpowered.

The sorcerer looked at his palm again and said excitedly, "The bad luck on my body has dissipated, and the black aura is about to turn into purple aura!"

The sorcerer was so happy he almost jumped for joy, repeatedly shouting, "My luck is about to change! My luck is about to change! I won't die! I won't die!"

Han Qingxiu couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly at the sight of such a mad sorcerer.

He kindly reminded him, "Fellow Daoist, the error in observing one's destiny is quite large. Don't let unfounded fortune affect your state of mind."

The sorcerer remained mad, shouting, "How could this be? Such dense purple aura, even if there's an error, so what? I'm definitely alive!"

"Is this person really insane?"

Han Qingxiu's lips twitched, thinking of staying away from this mad sorcerer.

Just then, Han Qingxiu frowned and sensed a murderous aura coming from her.

After advancing to the Golden Core stage, Han Qingxiu's senses became much sharper. Following the killing intent, she looked towards a house.

Then they saw a man in black standing on the roof of the house.

The murderous aura emanating from the man in black...