What kind of reputation do these fortune slips have?
The flickering candlelight slowly illuminated the dark cave.
On the dark blue brocade rug on the stone ground, a woman with her black hair loose, her face flushed and her temples damp with sweat, sat cross-legged, her body covered by a light pink veil, performing hand seals.
The candlelight spilled through the thin gauze, revealing glimpses of snow-white shoulders and jade-like arms beneath.
Countless thick, golden vines coiled around her, slowly wriggling, some so large they couldn't fit, and climbed all the way up to the top of the cave entrance.
Like a giant golden night-blooming cereus blooming all around her in the dim light.
Her slender fingers moved back and forth in a series of hand seals, and a faint light rose from between her brows, flowing across her skin beneath the thin veil, gathering in her dantian, where it slowly swirled.
The bright light accumulated and intensified, then suddenly spread into my bosom, flowing beneath my skin and making it appear exceptionally translucent.
As her fingertips changed their hand gestures, the faint mist within her body gradually dissipated, and her hair and thin veil moved without wind.
Everything in the cave was cleaned up completely.
For a long time, she did not open her eyes, nor did she pay attention to the golden mist.
He dispersed his magic seal, straightened his clothes, casually lay down, and began to breathe softly.
Jin Wu observed her curiously, and seeing that she had completely lost her previous enthusiasm, he couldn't help but cling to her with a sense of grievance.
Her five elemental roots absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth very evenly, intertwining with the innate spiritual energy within her body, slowly circulating throughout her body, calming the spiritual energy fluctuations that occurred after the refining process.
Pei Xuanzhi, lying at her feet, extended a slender fingertip holding a yellow talisman from under his indigo cloak.
Next, a wrist adorned with a black jade bracelet emerged from the cloak, followed by a section of jade-white arm that slowly extended out.
His skin was very thin, like the finest porcelain, and on his forearm, where the veins were clearly visible, there were five bloody scratches.
As his arm continued to extend, several red and purple sucking marks and teeth marks were revealed on his upper arm.
His arm was white, but it looked somewhat broken and pitiful.
His hand, which was sticking out of his cloak, was pale and bloodless from the cold air outside.
With a mere touch of his fingers near the candlestick, the yellow talisman slipped from his hand. After swaying for a moment with the candle flame, it suddenly ignited, brightening the flame slightly.
The sweet fragrance in the air became faint, replaced by a delicate aroma lingering around.
He made a hand seal with his long fingers, threw the lit talisman into the air, and the flames, along with all the traces of the absurd events that had occurred in the cave, dissipated into the air.
The golden mist that filled the cave flowed backward like spilled wax, pouring straight into the indigo cloak.
Pei Xuanzhi then climbed up from the brocade quilt, took off the loose gold hair tie that was tied around his left wrist, and tied his disheveled black hair up high.
The cloak draped over his back fell naturally with his movement, revealing several clearly visible scratch marks with blood streaks on his back and lower back.
He chose a jade-colored inner robe and draped it over his shoulders, slowly and carefully tying the sash.
She neatly gathered her clothes, concealing the scattered hickeys on her slender, fair collarbone.
Only then did he turn to look at Yan Huanyue, only to see her face flushed with happiness, her eyes gently closed, her long eyelashes motionless, as if she were half asleep.
He turned around and knelt on the brocade quilt, quietly crawling towards her, but she raised her foot and pressed it against his chest.
Yan Huanyue half-opened her eyes, heavy with weariness. Her eyes were watery and misty with spring-like allure. Her voice was a little hoarse as she spoke:
"Don't feed me your tongue blood again, you hear me?"
It was something that could have been overcome while she was unconscious, but he insisted on keeping her awake and waking her up one last time.
She couldn't remember when the blood from the tip of her tongue was fed to her.
In the brief moment when she regained consciousness, she only saw tears streaming down his misty eyes, his pale cheeks covered in sweat, and blood dripping from the corner of his lips onto her neck.
The blood was inexplicably hot, so hot that it brought her to the brink of collapse.
She couldn't help but cling to him tightly, and in that instant, she was almost terrified, sobbing incoherently.
Pei Xuanzhi remained calm and composed despite being pinned down by her foot.
His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting shadows on his face that were sometimes long and sometimes short, making it impossible to discern his emotions at first glance.
He reached out and grabbed her foot, squeezing it in his palm. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her foot, saying lazily:
"You bit my lip yourself, have you forgotten? You didn't want me to bite your lip anymore... If it weren't for that, I would have had many more injuries."
Yan Huanyue felt a warm, damp sensation on the back of her foot. Something felt off. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked back at him in surprise.
In the lamplight, his lower lip was injured and stained with blood, and there were several bluish-purple bite marks on his neck.
He seemed unaffected by his injuries, wearing a loosely draped jade-colored inner robe, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her.
His thin lips parted slightly, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and he took a bite of her instep, slowly and delicately tearing at it.
He did such a shameful thing, yet he remained completely unmoved and aloof.
Beneath her thin, jade-white skin, a hazy pink hue hinted at the arrival of spring, and between her brows and eyes lingered an unusual, cool, and alluring charm.
Yan Huanyue was deeply shocked upon seeing this.
In an instant, a surge of heat, with the power to melt flesh and bone, swept over his entire body.
She felt a chill run through her body, then suddenly felt burning hot, and even her fingertips felt an uncontrollable itch.
She clenched her hands tightly, staring blankly as he kissed her all the way down to her ankles.
She was dominated by the desires hidden in her bones and blood, and was stunned for a long time. When she came to her senses, she immediately withdrew her feet and curled up in the thin gauze.
He then casually grabbed a piece of clothing from a pile of clothes and draped it over himself, only realizing after he had covered himself with it that it was his snow-white outer robe.
As expected, his palm was empty, and Pei Xuanzhi sighed softly.
Bored, he clenched his long, slender fingers and unconsciously rubbed his fingertips, continuing the warm sensation from before.
Although he had been entangled with her for several days, Pei Xuanzhi still felt somewhat unsatisfied seeing her pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.
It shouldn't be like this...
He straightened his clothes, coughed a few times, and crawled to lie down in front of Yan Huanyue.
After a while, she coughed again and said in a muffled voice, "Does my sister feel cold?"
Yan Huanyue didn't even open her eyes. She turned around and lay down with her back to him, summoning her cloak with a hand seal and throwing it at him.
Pei Xuanzhi draped the cloak over the two of them and then squeezed behind her.
His nose lightly brushed against the strands of hair on her head, quietly inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
Yan Huanyue opened her eyes and looked at the large shadow cast by the candlelight on the stone wall in front of her, while behind her she felt a cautious touch.
When he put his arm around her waist, Yan Huanyue finally said, "Those wounds on your body... they need to be treated. Get up, I'll help you."
Pei Xuanzhi smiled slightly, the movement tugging at the wound on his lip, but he remained nonchalant, speaking in a calm tone:
"My sister gave this to me. I don't want it to heal too quickly, so I won't apply any medicine. I want it to heal slowly; injuries always heal, and it's best to leave some marks..."
He remembered the look on her face when she left each wound on his body—burning with desire, driven by lust, with only him in her eyes.
She could vent everything to him, and desperately hoped to find the greatest relief from him.
He could use this to recall every day and night that followed.
Even though she was covered by the most expensive and cleanest clothes, beneath the fabric, unseen by others, lay the marks left by her extreme longing for him.
His flesh and blood were etched into her image, unseen, unfelt, undeniable, and indelible by anyone else.
The golden mist within her soul, which she had soothed just days before, began to struggle and thrash about at the slightest provocation, its energy shifting between joy, pleasure, darkness, and distortion...
The breathing around my ears became noticeably damp and heavy again, and the unusual sensation in my lower back was hard to ignore.
Yan Huanyue simply couldn't understand it, although she couldn't honestly say that she had done anything to him when she was not in her right mind.
Perhaps even she couldn't have imagined the extent to which she had gone for him.
So when he regained consciousness, he was covered in injuries, even his wrists were bruised, and the gold hair tie on his wrists looked like it had just been untied.
But now that she has completely calmed down and everything has settled down, it's time for her to have some peace and quiet.
She couldn't understand why he could so easily have such strong desires for someone who had just tormented him at this time.
A chill ran through her chest. Yan Huanyue pressed down on his hand, which was inside her clothes, and whispered, "You're very cold..."
The person behind him continued exploring, whispering a promise: "Sister, please warm me up, I won't do anything."
Yan Huanyue pulled his hand out, held it in her own, and checked his pulse. She found that his pulse was a bit erratic, and it took her a while to figure it out.
She said, "Get up, let me see your injury."
Pei Xuanzhi wrapped his arms around her waist and secretly pulled her closer to his chest.
After a long while, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said, "I'm sleepy, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Yan Huanyue turned around and started to pull at his clothes.
He desperately tried to protect his clothes and back away, appearing as if to defend his innocence, and said with great righteousness, "I will handle it, please don't do anything."
Yan Huanyue looked at the bloodstains on his lips. Although she had also been captivated by his alluring fragrance, she still felt somewhat guilty for causing him to end up like this, and her voice softened slightly.
"Come here, I'll be gentler. I can't go out and see anyone with this injury. I need to get back to my sect as soon as possible tomorrow."
Pei Xuanzhi pulled his snow-white outer robe from under the cloak, put it on, and said with a serious expression:
"No... I can't say how much trouble you might cause if you touch me. You should rest first, and I'll handle it myself, okay?"
Yan Huanyue thought for a moment, "Then behind you..."
Pei Xuanzhi toyed with her earring with his fingertips and said casually, "I can handle it, don't worry."
Yan Huanyue agreed and said, "Alright, if you need any help, just call me."
He lay down again and closed his eyes.
Behind him came the rustling of clothes and the clinking of bottles and jars, followed by a cool, medicinal scent. His voice, tinged with pain, was exceptionally clear in the silent cave.
Yan Huanyue listened for a while, becoming more and more engrossed. Suddenly, she vaguely understood why she had caused him to be covered in injuries.
When he wept in anguish, she might feel a pang of sympathy, but she would also experience a difficult-to-control emotion...
After a while, the sound of him tidying up his clothes and putting away the medicine bottles could be heard.
When he slipped back into the cloak and embraced her from behind, Yan Huanyue said, "Next time, feed me the blood from your tongue as soon as possible."
Pei Xuanzhi smiled casually, buried his face in her long hair, and said freely, "It's fine, that's good. Sister is perfect in every way, why do you think I don't like that?"
The question was too tricky for Yan Huanyue to answer.
She wanted to say that normal people wouldn't act like that, but she suddenly realized that she didn't really know much about what normal people were like in private.
She doesn't even know what she can do in the desire-controlled room, so why does she think she can judge what a normal person would do?
Thinking of the deepest teeth mark on his neck, she pursed her lips and finally asked, "Why did I bite your neck back then?"
Pei Xuanzhi raised his hand and gently made a hand seal, and the candle was suddenly extinguished, and complete darkness instantly descended.
In the darkness, he deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair.
Yan Huanyue heard him speak softly, his voice tinged with longing, his breath cool and gentle, "You said I smelled too good, like a ripe fruit, and you wanted to drain me dry to quench your thirst..."
The words "lust is a knife above one's head" struck Yan Huanyue's mind.
She couldn't help but ask, "Are you just going to let me bite you like this? If I were any rougher, would you still be alive?"
Pei Xuanzhi said helplessly, "But my sister has me tied up and only allows me to do what you tell me to do."
Yan Huanyue blushed, turned around and gently hugged him back, stroking his back to comfort him for a while.
Just when Pei Xuanzhi thought she might have developed some feelings for him, he heard her whisper a word of advice:
"Xuanzhi, let me tell you, you must not tell the sect leader about this when you get back, nor can you tell anyone else. If the wound on your neck doesn't heal by then, just say that you encountered a blood-sucking demon on the road and that it has been killed. Do you understand?"
Pei Xuanzhi smiled and said, "Yes, I understand."
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When they emerged from the cave, the warm sun had already shone through the deep forest. They had no idea how many days had passed, and the dampness that followed the rain was barely perceptible in the forest.
Pei Xuanzhi straightened his neatly arranged clothes and followed Yan Huanyue down the uneven cobblestone path.
Wild peach branches along the road bore unripe peaches, while petals ravaged by the wind and rain lay weak and powerless on the ground in the roadside grass. A few swallows occasionally flew through the woods.
The road was difficult to walk on, so Yan Huanyue turned around and helped him up. Pei Xuanzhi coughed a few times and said:
"If we're heading back, we'll be passing through Tianqing City. We've already run into the Zhou family before. Should we take a detour this time...?"
Yan Huanyue said, "It's best to just take the main road and pass by as quickly as possible. The Zhou family isn't like the Su or Xue families near Chang'an, and they don't have a deep connection with you. They won't come to greet you specially."
Pei Xuanzhi nodded and said, "Okay."
After Yan Huanyue regained consciousness, she sent a message back using a communication talisman, which Elder Feng Ye had given her before she entered the Renyi Inn that day.
She didn't know who was holding the other communication talisman, as a group of disciples were lying in ambush outside the inn that day.
But at least the other party can get her message to their sect as soon as possible.
Therefore, she wanted to get back as soon as possible, lest everyone really think she had died in the Ghost Market.
But thinking about it...
I wonder how much of a ripple would occur in the world even if she died?
A familiar, fresh scent of grass and trees brushed past her nose, which she keenly noticed.
He couldn't help but stop and turn his head slightly to look. A ray of sunlight shone through the sparse branches and leaves onto Pei Xuanzhi's profile.
He walked over from the side, holding a white flower and green leaf between his fingers, and carefully and attentively tucked it into her hair.
It has the distinctive scent of jasmine.
She suddenly remembered that his phantom had appeared in the illusion she had experienced in the Mingdezong Secret Realm.
She was trapped within it, and every day she had to pluck a flower for his phantom, one of which was jasmine.
Seeing that she seemed a little lost in thought, Pei Xuanzhi pointed to a patch of lush green leaves not far away and explained:
"They're blooming over there. I just saw them and picked a branch. The fragrance of this flower is so refreshing, don't you like it?"
Yan Huanyue shook her head, letting the jasmine bloom beside her temple.
Looking at his face, which was slightly glowing with gold in the sunlight, and his clear, bright eyes, she felt a strange sense of peace and couldn't help but smile and say, "Thank you, I like it very much."
Pei Xuanzhi rarely heard her say she liked something.
Even when she was under the influence of the alluring fragrance and not fully conscious these past few days, no matter how much he questioned her, she would only say, "You smell so good... let me take a bite..."
She was awake now, and looking at him so intently.
He considered himself to be thick-skinned, but for a moment he couldn't help but become reserved, his heart was pounding, and for a while he couldn't think of anything.
Amidst the distant mists and clear blue skies, the wind whispers through the empty mountains; all he wanted was to quietly stay by her side.
Yan Huanyue summoned her longsword with a hand seal and laughed heartily, "Let's go, I'll take you back."
As he spoke, he led him onto the longsword, rode the wind, glided out of the lush forest, and, using a high slope, suddenly soared into the sky, heading towards Tianqing City.
At the height of the storm, the fisherman, who was fishing in the mountains near the lake, only saw a graceful and unrestrained reflection flying across the lake's surface.
This angler, with his extremely keen senses, looked up at the sky.
The midday sun was blazing, and when I looked up, my eyes were blinded by its light, and I could only vaguely see the shadow of someone flying on a sword.
Yu Xiaoyu rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the blackish-red hue that followed the initial white light, and murmured, "Didn't the Zhou family say there were no demons here? Why are they suddenly here investigating again?"
With a "thump" of water, he sensed that something terrible was about to happen.
I rubbed my eyes and waited a while before I could vaguely see that when I could no longer see the sun, I had somehow accidentally knocked my fishing rod into the lake.
He hurriedly reached out to grab it, but a gust of wind blew by, causing ripples on the lake and sending the fishing rod out of his reach.
Yu Xiaoyu felt extremely unlucky. She resented the people flying overhead and also blamed herself for being so curious as to look. When things weren't going well, she couldn't stand anyone.
Well, that's just how it is. He finally managed to fish peacefully for three or four days while his wife took their son to the Qinghe Yueling Market in Tianqing City, but who knew he'd end up dropping his fishing rod into the water.
After gazing longingly at the fishing rod for a while, Yu Xiaoyu finally accepted reality and got up with a sigh.
Carrying an empty fishing bucket and a large box of earthworms and insects, he slung the back of a chair over his shoulder and went down the mountain listlessly.
After a long while, the wind swept across the lake, and the fishing rod floating on the lake suddenly broke in two.
A huge ripple spread across the water's surface, and in the center of the ripple, a man dressed in a light blue robe emerged from the water and stood steadily on the surface.
He immediately spread his spiritual sense to check if anyone was around. He must not let anyone know that he came out of here alive.
The spiritual senses covered an area three miles outside the center of the lake, even detecting a single drop of dew falling from a branch or leaf, yet it did not detect anyone within that area.
In the blink of an eye, he withdrew his spiritual consciousness that covered the mountain, then immersed himself back in the water. He pulled out three dazed, ashen-faced men and slowly walked across the water to the shore.
If it weren't for the fact that the sect members are still guarding the entrance to the great river, the Ghost Market would have lost its earth vein power and gradually collapsed and dissolved into the Four Symbols Realm.
He wouldn't have risked his life with his sons, searching several locations in the crumbling ghost market but failing to escape.
But then, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he remembered that the Ghost Market was submerged within the surface of the river.
After much research, they finally arranged the Ghost Market Heaven and Earth Plates Water-Wading Reversal Formation, and actually used this formation to deduce an exit direction.
Heaven does not abandon people, but people perish on their own. His life was full of hardships, and he turned countless dead ends into smooth paths. Wasn't he also fighting against the heavens for time, against the land for profit, and against people for life?
This time, the sect definitely sent more than just junior disciples. Those who could decipher the Molten Gold Death Formation were certainly not juniors, and those who could take the earth vein power from Qian Suizi unscathed and silently were definitely not ordinary people.
It is unknown which patriarch, disregarding the perilous situation in the Eastern Continent and refusing to be entangled by it, came to the Ghost Market for a visit.
In his view, the only possibility was that the only ones who could defeat him were those old fogies.
He looked around, unsure of where he was, but after observing the direction of the sun, the types and orientations of the plants, the color of the land, and the climate for a while, he roughly guessed that he was near Xiling.
The Zhou family...
In the Zhou family, women held great power and controlled the spiritual veins.
In his view, Xiling is rich in spiritual energy, fertile in water and soil, and far away from the perilous northern lands. Its prosperity and long-term peace are due to favorable timing and location, and anyone can govern it steadily. It has little to do with the women of the Zhou family.
The Zhou family members are stubborn and inflexible. Years ago, a young woman named Zhou chased the Demon Prince all the way to the border of the Eastern Continent in order to avenge her mother.
Afterwards, he killed the crown prince and washed his bones and skin off in the Mingjing Sea of Dongzhou. Based on this achievement, he took charge of the Xiling Great Array, which was heavily invaded by the demon race at the time.
The earliest surname banner of the Xiling Zhou clan was written on the skin that had been peeled off the Demon Prince.
Just imagining the expression on the Demon Lord's face when he heard that his son's skin had been made into a banner and hung on the walls of Tianqing City, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and satisfaction.
It is said that demons are the reflection of gods in water. However, the human race will suddenly arrive, carry out a bloodbath on the world, intending to annihilate all living beings and completely occupy the world. The "reflection of gods" is called "demons," and they are imprisoned in the north.
Where exactly are the limits of human beings?
Can humans defeat gods and demons?
He glanced down at his three unconscious sons, pondered for a moment, and decided to avoid the area for the time being to avoid being attacked by Zhou Shi.
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After years of development, Tianqingcheng boasts grand and elegant buildings, making it a rare and carefree place.
Yan Huanyue saw that the city was bustling with activity from afar. On the city wall, someone waved a flag at her from a distance. She then pressed her sword to the ground, leaped onto the city wall, and handed over the token of the Tianyan disciple.
The woman conducting the inspection glanced at Pei Xuanzhi and asked, "Where is he?"
Yan Huanyue said, "He is my husband, a member of the demon race. We only passed over Tianqing City."
The woman looked at her token and said, "Wait a moment."
He then turned and called out towards the city walls, "Fellow Daoist, is this the person you're looking for?"
Yan Huanyue followed her and looked down at the city wall, where they saw a man in a red brocade robe walk out of a doorway.
Their eyes met, and Xue Jingnian's dark eyes were indeed quite striking.
“Yan Huanyue, I knew you were alright… You sent me a message as soon as you escaped, and I came looking for you without stopping… I was already in formation with my fellow disciples outside the Ghost Market when you…”
Pei Xuanzhi, who was standing behind Yan Huanyue, suddenly darkened his bright expression.
He knew she had sent a message back, but he didn't know that the person on the other end was Xue Jingnian.
Yan Huanyue's gaze swept past Xue Jingnian, then fell upon the corner of a pale yellow robe in the corner, and she asked from afar, "Fellow Daoist Tan, did you also come from the Ghost Market?"
Tan Guiyi walked out from under the city gate, the wispy wind lifting the thin veil on her face, her bright eyes gazing at her from afar.
Jiang Xusheng followed Tan Guiyi out, waved from afar, and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I'm on my way home. Since you've survived such a calamity, why don't we take a stroll around the Qinghe Monthly Market together?"
Yan Huanyue said, "No need. Xue Jingnian, have you informed Senior Brother Su of the message I sent?"
Xue Jingnian said, "I told you, the culprit behind the earth fissure wasn't caught at the Ghost Market, so my senior brothers and sisters still have to stay there."
Yan Huanyue asked, "Is Senior Sister Han here too?"
"exist."
She then asked, "How is Senior Sister Han?"
"She was relieved to hear that you were alright, as you were unharmed."
Yan Huanyue said, "Thank you for delivering the message. Take good rest. I'll give you spirit stones when I get back to the sect. I'll head back now."
With that, he pulled Pei Xuanzhi onto the longsword and rode away.
After passing through Tianqing City, they landed quickly and entered the city through another gate, finding a very secluded inn to stay in temporarily.
If she were to travel north from Tianqing City at this point, she would most likely have to spend the night in the wilderness. Since her sect already knew that she was alive, there was no need to rush things. She really didn't want to spend the night in the wilderness.
She tidied herself up, ate some food with Pei Xuanzhi, then pulled down the bed curtains and sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate.
Pei Xuanzhi was reading in his room for a while when he inadvertently looked out the window and saw a small Taoist temple on the opposite street corner. Suddenly, a figure flashed past the temple gate.
He put down the book in his hand, set up a protective barrier in the room, and got up to leave.
That Taoist temple was a place for fortune-telling and divination. In the past, there were few people in front of it, but recently, taking advantage of the Qinghe Monthly Festival, it has been promoting its ability to help people find love and marriage, and has attracted quite a few people to come to the temple.
Pei Xuanzhi strolled around the temple as if nothing had happened, and took a fortune slip covered with red paper from the vermilion wooden railing in front of the main hall.
He lifted the red paper, glanced at the fortune slip, casually put it into his sleeve, and turned to descend the steps.
The temple keeper below the steps was adept at judging a person's satisfaction from their expression. Seeing that the man's clothes and appearance were extraordinary, he spoke up:
"Young master, divination can change, and changes are common in the world. People divine to see what is yet to come, and their actions may change their course. The Great Way is fifty, the Heavenly Way is forty-nine, and even humans can escape one of them. Do not be discouraged. There is a way to solve everything, let alone the mere matter of marriage."
Pei Xuanzhi, bathed in sunlight, walked down the steps and listened to his ambiguous words, which could be applied to any situation.
He had learned many such techniques for engaging in deep conversations, and now that he heard someone using them on him, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Oh? So, you have a method, sir?"
The temple keeper stroked his beard with his thin fingers and said in a profound and enigmatic manner, "What does the divination slip say?"
Pei Xuanzhi didn't want the fortune slip anyway, and he only blamed himself for his impulsive decision and bad luck, but he didn't believe it was a genuine fortune slip for him and Yan Huanyue.
But at times like these, hearing a few lies and nonsense doesn't matter.
Therefore, it is said: "Even when the spring breeze meets the autumn leaves, it is still a time of heavy snow and scorching heat."
"oh?"
The temple keeper pondered, "Spring breeze meets autumn leaves, snow falls heavily and summer is scorching; there shouldn't be any connection between them... yet they still meet. But with snow falling heavily and summer being scorching, isn't it all just a matter of ending up with nothing in the end..."
The temple keeper was secretly annoyed. That stupid, clueless apprentice of his was already lazy on ordinary days, but today he was so careless on such a special day that he had let the fortune slip slip through his fingers.
Pei Xuanzhi took out a folding fan from his treasure pouch, casually opened it, and held it above his head to shield himself from the increasingly bright and scorching sunlight. Seeing the temple keeper's troubled expression, a slight smile couldn't help but appear on his thin lips:
“If divination and fortune telling could truly reveal the truth, then the gambling dens would be full of hardworking people, and you wouldn’t need to be out here in the wind and sun earning a meager sum of money.”
The temple keeper wanted to put on an air of mystery, but the young man's eyes, hidden in the shadow of his folding fan, were clear, bright, and resolute.
The temple keeper looked into those eyes, which seemed to reflect everything about himself.
The temple keeper opened his mouth, looked away, and smiled awkwardly, "We disciples of the Xuanmen sect don't care about what you're saying, young man. We're not like those greedy and profit-driven people from Xuanjiang."
Pei Xuanzhi smiled helplessly.
What kind of reputation is this?
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