Chapter 130 Everyone can glimpse the future except him
Ji Mingran was somewhat puzzled.
For some reason, the Nameless Sect team, which should have been heading to the abyss, suddenly stopped after entering the city. Instead of rushing out of the city, they stayed at the inn for six days.
The six of them, except for Yu Tianxing, got busy with their work with great seriousness. Song Heyi, without fail, would appear at the inn every day at dawn to set up a fortune-telling stall.
Miao Miaowan, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was a night owl, going out every night at midnight until sunrise. Miao Miaowan called this behavior “star observation” and also used it to predict the weather for Song Heyi, who was setting up his stall early the next morning.
As he had said before, Lin Wuqi borrowed Song Heyi's name and began to wander around the entire county town every day, setting up a traveling fortune-telling stall and soliciting customers all over the streets.
Cui Mianyue disappeared after appearing the night before, and the only clue that she was safe was the jewelry boxes that were delivered to the inn every day.
Yu Tianxing and Jiang Chaoxing seemed to have nothing to do, so they took turns acting as door gods, guarding Song Heyi or Miao Miaowan who went out at night.
The six shared an unspoken understanding; none of them asked why they were staying or when they would depart. Ji Mingran wanted to ask, but no one answered.
Yu Tianxing either practices swordsmanship or acts as a doorman; he has nothing better to do than idle around. Ji Mingran also left Yu Tianxing once, following the trail of the others.
The three who went out were indeed diligently looking at feng shui, calculating birth charts, observing stars, and choosing auspicious days... After following them for several days, Ji Mingran couldn't help but think of Boss Jiang. Businesses involving the supernatural and ghostly were the easiest to do, which was similar to the coffin shop. If Boss Jiang were to encounter such a team and bring them under her wing, she would definitely further expand her coffin shop's business empire.
Ji Mingran once thought that the Nameless Sect, like the Flourishing Sect, followed a low-key and unpretentious path, with empty pockets and hardly any spirit stones. That's why the outer disciples often went hungry, relying on infighting and stealing from others to obtain necessities.
But after six days of observation, not to mention that the paper, pens, and inkstones at Song Heyi's stall were becoming increasingly luxurious, the boxes of gold and jade ornaments that Cui Mianyue bought were being carried into the inn one by one, and the fine clothes and gowns that Miao Miaowan had prepared were being delivered to each person's room one by one, and Lin Wuqi, who was wandering around outside, was going in and out of fancy restaurants every day, drinking fine wine...
Ji Mingran assumed they were just doing business and also stopping by to buy goods.
Gradually, she went from being amazed by their luxurious lifestyle to becoming numb to it.
That makes sense; how could a sect that can glimpse fate and predict the future be short of money?
Speaking of Song Heyi, who sets up a stall at the inn, the line of people seeking his fortune telling has been getting longer and longer these past few days. Although the people still can't help but steal glances at Yu Tianxing, who is stationed nearby, the attraction of his stunning appearance is waning. Their attention is now focused more on Song Heyi, whose fortune telling is incredibly accurate.
Song Heyi closes her stall at sunset every day, without fail. In order to get to the front of the line, people come in droves carrying spirit stones and throwing money around. Song Heyi accepts them all without hesitation, showing them to whoever can give them money first.
He's a total money-grubber, completely lacking any semblance of ethereal elegance, yet even so, he has more people seeking him out than he has people seeking out others.
As for the others, it was much the same. Within three days, not only the entire city, but also the surrounding villages knew that a group of disciples from the Immortal Sect who were knowledgeable in feng shui and fortune-telling and skilled in observing stars and divination had arrived.
Apart from Yu Tianxing, the others made a fortune.
All the senior brothers and sisters made money, and none of them forgot about Yu Tianxing's share. They all used various tricks to try and win a smile from their cold-faced junior brother. So no matter how much he refused, brand-new clothes, accessories, paper paintings, treasures, and delicious food were sent to his room every day.
Others couldn't feel her or touch her, but she could touch everything, making Ji Mingran feel increasingly like there was nowhere to put her feet.
So she moved her resting place from the long couch in the room to Yu Tianxing's bed.
Yu Tianxing rested on the inside of the bed, while she lay on the outside without any qualms: anyway, Yu Tianxing always slept upright and didn't move at all, so he wouldn't touch her. Besides, he wasn't even aware of her, so lying on the same bed wouldn't bother either of them.
Days passed like this until the evening of the tenth day. Cui Mianyue, who had been elusive, finally appeared and excitedly entered the inn: "You're here, you're here!" Seeing the four people in the inn, her eyes lit up: "You're all here, just in time."
Lin Wuqi happened to return to the inn at that moment, his already long face looking even more miserable: "Senior Sister, what's making you so happy?"
"Hey! You know that!" Cui Mianyue waved her hand, "Who's coming with me? Why don't we all come!"
Lin Wuqi glanced at her with his clear black and white eyes, then slowly raised his fingers to calculate: "I'm not going the same way as you, but I came back to the inn on the way. It's almost time now, so I'll go first."
"Wait for me, I'll go ahead and make some arrangements," Jiang Chaoxing said. "I'm going in that direction too."
"Go on, go on." Cui Mianyue waved her hand and turned to the others in the inn, saying, "Today is market day, there are lots of things to buy on the street, let's go take a look. Come on, come on!" She rubbed her hands excitedly.
Miao Miaowan covered her mouth and smiled: "It's in the same direction, good."
Song Heyi waved her hand: "I have a very bad day today, I'd better stay here."
Ji Mingran looked at the group of people with a puzzled expression; what they were saying seemed to have hidden meanings.
Before she could figure out what they were actually talking about, Cui Mianyue grabbed Yu Tianxing and said, "Let's go, Junior Brother Tianxing!"
So Ji Mingran, hanging on Yu Tianxing's back, followed Cui Mianyue, who was frantically pulling one person on each side, and they arrived at the market.
Miao Miaowan said, "This is it, Senior Sister."
Vendors crowded both sides of the street, with stalls spread out on the ground, selling a dazzling array of trinkets.
Not far away, a stall displaying glittering gold accessories caught Cui Mianyue's eye. She immediately released her junior sister and brother and dashed forward like an arrow.
Ji Mingran looked ahead in confusion: "Huh?"
The moment Cui Mianyue rushed to the open space in front of the stall, the air distorted, and a figure flashed out from the folded air, colliding head-on with the rushing Cui Mianyue.
The person who appeared in the blink of an eye staggered and cursed, "Who is it? Are you blind? Didn't you notice the change in spiritual energy here that someone was coming? Don't you know how to hide? Don't you understand the rules of the cultivation world?!"
This is also what puzzled Ji Mingran. The change in spiritual energy pressure generated by a cultivator's instantaneous movement can be sensed even by a Qi Refining stage cultivator. How could Cui Mianyue not sense it and just rush straight up like that?
Neither of the two people next to her managed to stop her.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Cui Mianyue touched her nose where she had been bumped and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, you're having a bit of bad luck today."
"Nonsense! Your bad luck is all because of you!" The male cultivator who was hit was as strong as a black bear, with a full beard, and cursed with a slightly angry expression.
“Aha!” Cui Mianyue nodded happily, admitting, “That’s definitely true.”
"Are you out of your mind?" The burly, bearded male cultivator was furious, but after sizing up Cui Mianyue, he realized that her cultivation level was no lower than his own, so he snorted, "I have things to do, and I can't be bothered with you! Next time we meet, I won't let you off so easily!"
After uttering these harsh words, the burly, bearded male cultivator angrily pushed his way through the crowd.
"Ouch." Miao Miaowan was slender and was almost knocked over by the crowd of male cultivators. As she swayed, a black sword hilt blocked her way. Miao Miaowan grabbed it with both hands and was pulled up and straightened.
"Thank you, junior brother." Miao Miaowan said with lingering fear, "It wouldn't have been pleasant to be bumped into by these people." Miao Miaowan preferred quiet and didn't want to come into contact with too many people.
Looking at Cui Mianyue, who had already squatted down and was picking and choosing among the trinkets at the stall, she shook her head slightly, pondered deeply, and pointed in a direction with very few people: "Junior brother, why don't you wait in the alley at the very end of the city gate? I'll bring your senior sister back later."
Ji Mingran wondered: Why was he suddenly sent to another place when he was just leaving the house?
Yu Tianxing seemed to have long been accustomed to following orders: "Okay."
Ji Mingran clung to him and went with him.
......
On another street, Lin Wuqi was wandering around.
"Fellow Daoist, have you seen this person before?" Four or five groups of pale-faced cultivators with black eyes stopped him, holding up a painting.
The painting depicts a muscular male cultivator with a full beard.
Lin Wuqi: "Never seen him before." He carefully observed the male cultivator's appearance in the painting, and pondered, "This person looks like he has a dark aura, and is destined for bad luck. Fellow Daoists, would you like to have your fortunes told as well?"
The cultivators whose eyes had turned black: ...
They thought he was looking closely and might have recognized something, but instead he said these mystical things. The four or five cultivators curled their lips and turned their gaze away from the flag with the big "calculate" written on it behind Lin Wuqi.
He turned out to be a charlatan. The cultivators, their eyes darkening, packed up the scroll and prepared to leave.
......
The burly cultivator frantically turned into the alleyway. When he looked back, he saw a cultivator with black eyes drifting closer and closer like a ghost.
"Damn it! What bad luck!" he said, his mind simultaneously conjuring up Cui Mianyue's face.
What a jinx! She's right about me having bad luck!
I finally managed to shake off these people, but then I accidentally stepped on a banana peel and fell right in front of them!
He hurriedly dodged, but each time he either fell or tripped, crashing into them again.
Reaching the fork in the road, the burly cultivator gritted his teeth, turned around, and entered the alleyway close to the city gate: if all else failed, he would climb over the wall and run out of the city!
The burly cultivator, who had been chased into the alley, suddenly stopped and stared warily into the shadowy area ahead.
The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun could not penetrate the towering city walls, casting long shadows.
The man, head bowed, was hidden in the shadows, his sword leaning against the wall, seemingly waiting for prey to walk into his trap.
Noticing the gaze fixed on him, the handsome, godlike man looked up. In an instant, a terrifying sword intent swept over him, and the burly man's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly shouted, his muscles bulging and emitting a metallic clang.
His body had expanded more than tenfold, and the burly male cultivator, who resembled a small giant, took a step back with his left foot and leaned forward, crossing his hands to block in front of him. The overwhelming sword intent was thus forcefully blocked, making it difficult for him to advance.
"He's a body cultivator," Ji Mingran heard Yu Tianxing say indifferently.
Feeling the person beneath him suddenly tense up, Ji Mingran immediately released his arms, jumped off Yu Tianxing's body, and floated to the corner of the wall.
With a flash of cold light, Yu Tianxing, wielding a longsword, descended from the sky, the dark sword shadow carrying immense pressure as it pierced straight at its target.
Thud! The little giant knelt down, his eyes bulging as he gripped the longsword that pierced his palm.
The longsword moved down, and along with the dripping blood, it reached the male cultivator's forehead.
There was no sound at all.
"Very efficient." Cui Mianyue's voice rang out softly. She leaped lightly from the towering wall like a cat and landed next to the male cultivator who had shrunk back to normal human size.
“There won’t be any problems if I leave it to my junior brother.” Lin Wuqi stepped out from behind the male cultivator.
“Junior Brother Chaoxing’s situation has also been resolved.” Miao Miaowan then walked into the alley. “Those demonic cultivators are trapped in his divination, and they won’t be able to get out for a while.”
Yu Tianxing lowered his eyes and looked at the corpse on the ground.
“Junior brother, there’s no need to blame yourself.” Miao Miaowan looked at him with eyes as clear as autumn water: “His doom was sealed the moment he made the decision to steal the token.”
Lin Wuqi said cryptically, "He will eventually die, but the different deaths will lead to different consequences."
Cui Mianyue gave a soft hum, her fingertips picking up something from the dead male cultivator's robe.
Ji Mingran looked closely and saw that it was a wooden plaque.
“There are three Abyss Tokens in total, and each one signifies the seal of the Abyss. According to the original divination, this person stole the sect's secret key token, was later hunted down by demonic cultivators, and then the demonic cultivators used the token to open the first seal of the Abyss, allowing the still powerful ten-thousand-year-old giant demon to escape.” Cui Mianyue said, “Now that he is dead, the token is in our hands, and the demonic cultivators will no longer be able to use it to open the Abyss.”
"Where to next?" Yu Tianxing asked.
Lin Wuqi calculated with his fingers: "It's not time to return to the sect yet."
Miao Miaowan looked up at the sky: "The stars point towards the abyss."
Cui Mianyue stood up: "It's time to set off. Let's go to the abyss to verify whether our calculations here are correct. If no one else appears with another token, our mission will be successfully completed."
"Okay," Yu Tianxing replied softly. After his senior brothers and sisters left the alley one by one, he slowly followed.
Ji Mingran followed beside Yu Tianxing, gazing at the backs of the three people ahead.
She had always thought that the six members of the Nameless Sect were going to the Abyss to eliminate the culprits who caused the changes in the Abyss, but in reality, before they even reached the Abyss, they had already wiped out the source of the changes that would soon occur in the Abyss, nipping the danger in the bud.
This is the nameless sect.
To a certain extent, these are sects that can predict and change the future.
Ji Mingran turned his head and looked up at Yu Tianxing's cold and stern profile.
The team operates independently, with the other five members each contributing their strengths and making arrangements based on the divination results. Yu Tianxing simply needs to follow the instructions of his senior sisters and brothers to implement these arrangements.
Of the six people traveling with him, five specialized in divination, but he was the only one who did not.
The future that others have glimpsed is unknown only to him.
Author's note: Here I am! I wrote a little too much, sorry to have kept you all waiting!
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