Chapter 59 The Fate of Divination Perhaps he had already said he loved you. ...
Hua Deng looked at the ring on her hand, turning it over and over, but apart from being pretty, she couldn't figure out what it was about.
She asked the system, "What is this? Can you analyze it?"
The system said, "Back to host, after a preliminary scan, this is a magical artifact."
Hua Deng: "Thank you, but you've said something pointless again."
The system could only hide its embarrassment with silence.
Hua Deng asked again, "Also, I saw his memories, so can he see mine?"
This time, the system replied definitively: "He can see your memories, but we will heavily block the parts related to your past life."
Hua Deng: "I don't think it's reliable when you say that."
System: "Host, we are professionals."
The streetlights were perfunctorily put to rest.
She casually opened the window, looked at the ring in the sunlight outside, and examined it for a while.
She thought that although this thing was quite in line with her aesthetic sense, she couldn't easily forgive Shen Zhou. She would be angry for at least half a month... seven days, let him coax her for seven days.
Just as she was carefully planning her reactions over the next seven days, a voice sounded above her head: "Do you still like it?"
Having long been accustomed to his elusive nature, Hua Deng looked up and replied, "It's alright, but why did you suddenly give me a ring?"
Shen Zhou said, "You already have all the other jewelry."
Hua Deng: "...That's it?"
Shen Zhou said, "It can protect you. Even if you reach the Tribulation Transcending stage, it won't be able to harm you in the future."
That's great, of course, but Hua Deng still raised his voice: "That's all?!"
The disbelief in her eyes made Shen Zhou hesitate for a moment, which was rare for him.
Do you need to come up with the origin of any gift you give to a girl?
He said, "I saw it while passing by, thought it looked good, and bought it for ten coins."
Hua Deng angrily retorted, "Then tell me, why is it the middle finger!"
Shen Zhou: "I see you really like pointing this finger at me."
Hua Deng: "..."
She was now certain that in the world of cultivation, rings held no special meaning; they were merely ordinary ornaments.
She wants to extend seven days to half a month!
Noticing her dissatisfaction, Shen Zhou asked, "What does the middle finger mean?"
Hua Deng mumbled, "Anyway, in my hometown, wearing a ring on the middle finger means... it signifies a romantic relationship."
Shen Zhou: "Did you like me when you gave me the middle finger?"
"..." Hua Deng felt guilty for a second, "You can understand it that way."
Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any further questions.
Although Hua Deng breathed a sigh of relief, he still felt that something was wrong. When he sat down naturally and began to feed her the newly bought pastries, she suddenly turned her head, her face full of horror.
"Can you see it now?!"
“Yes.” Shen Zhou fed her another piece of pastry.
Hua Deng took a bite, chewed hard, and swallowed. When he reached out again, she slapped him away: "When did you recover?"
Shen Zhou: "Today..."
Hua Deng: "Tell the truth!"
Shen Zhou: "It suddenly recovered last night."
Hua Deng: "...!"
No wonder he was perfectly normal for the first half of last night, but then he insisted on looking at her, even supporting her legs and not letting her sit up.
She thought that since he couldn't see it anyway, she would just let it be. But it turned out that he saw everything, and he could see it clearly!
Hua Deng angrily refused his offer to feed her.
Shen Zhou lowered his eyes, concealing the smile in them: "It's beautiful, why can't I look?"
Hua Deng's face flushed red instantly. She jumped to the ground and shoved him towards the door, yelling, "Get out! Get out! I don't want to see you right now!"
Shen Zhou was pushed out by her, and the door slammed shut. He waited outside for a while, and after confirming that Hua Deng really didn't want to see him for the time being, he shook his head and disappeared.
Inside the room, the lamp, wrapped in a blanket, burned for quite some time, and the fever on my face finally subsided.
She mentally cursed Shen Zhou, that dog.
Unfortunately, she didn't know many swear words; she just repeated the same few phrases over and over.
When she cursed for the ninth time, something flew over the house. She was stunned. There were barriers set up by Shen Zhou everywhere, so she could detect any unusual activity.
She leaned out of the window and saw a familiar figure approaching on a sword—the young man named Jinze.
The other party was acting suspiciously, and his face was full of vigilance, as if he was very afraid of something.
The streetlights beckoned to him.
Jinze looked closely, his expression relaxing slightly, and mouthed, "Is Chen Zhou here?"
Hua Deng mouthed, "Not here."
Jin Ze felt as if he had been granted a pardon and flew over on his sword.
Hua Deng let the barrier open and then spoke, "What do you want?"
Jinze hurriedly pulled out a bottle and threw it to her: "Sanqing Powder, the improved version. Shen Zhou said the previous one had some side effects, so he wrote a new prescription for me to make."
Hua Deng suddenly remembered that Shen Zhou had said before that he would find another solution; it turned out he wasn't just talking.
She thanked him, caught the medicine bottle, and carefully stored it in her Qiankun Ring.
Jinze looked hurried, as if he was afraid that Shen Zhou would come back. After delivering the things, he was about to run away, but he suddenly stopped and stared straight in a certain direction.
Hua Deng followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at her left hand. She turned the ring on her hand and asked uncertainly, "Are you looking at this?"
Jinze's eyes flickered: "He gave it to you?"
"Yes, I gave it to you this morning." She raised her hand and held it up to him. "Is there anything special about this ring?"
Instead of answering, Jinze asked, "What did he tell you?"
Hua Deng: "Bought it for ten coins on the roadside?"
Jinze was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he bent over, tears streaming down his face.
Hua Deng looked around and became more and more puzzled. Was the feng shui of this villa bad, and that everyone who came here would be infected by Pei Jianming?
Gradually, Jinze stopped laughing. He straightened up expressionlessly, and a hint of gritted teeth appeared in his dark purple eyes.
Hua Deng asked, puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"
Jinze sneered, "I laugh at the two of you, you really are a match made in heaven."
The sarcasm in his eyes was exaggerated as he said, "I'm so curious, really so curious, what did he say when he told you he was going to stay for three months?"
Hua Deng thought for a moment, but couldn't remember. She said, "I didn't say anything."
Jinze said, "Very good, very good."
One doesn't ask, the other doesn't tell—what else could they be but a perfect match?
Hua Deng couldn't decipher his expression, but she seized the opportunity to ask another question: "Will what Shen Zhou is going to do after he leaves be dangerous?"
Jin Ze looked at him with disdain and said casually, "Isn't it just about slaying the Heavenly Dao and letting the Nine Provinces re-enter the Myriad Realms? What's so difficult about that? He could have done it a long time ago, he just wanted to make it look better."
Hua Deng: "...?"
Hua Deng: "Wait a minute."
Hua Deng: "You just said that out loud?!"
"???"
Jinze was dumbfounded: "He didn't tell you?!"
Hua Deng: "No."
Jinze: "..."
Hua Deng: "..."
The two looked at each other in bewilderment, and then Jinze let out a wail.
"I'm doomed! I'm going to die! Why didn't you stop me?!"
Hua Deng said sincerely, "I'll definitely do it next time."
Jinze desperately controlled his flying sword: "I'm leaving. Don't tell Shen Zhou I was here!"
But Hua Deng wouldn't let him leave the barrier, so he could only fly back in a fit of rage: "What are you doing now? Trying to harm me?!"
Hua Deng said seriously, "So he won't die, right?"
"..."
Jinze sighed, completely defeated by her.
“Of course,” he said, spreading his hands. “If he wanted to die, he would have died ten thousand years ago. Even if he had died, he could have been a hero and been praised by the world. It’s because he didn’t want to die that he has such a difficult life.”
To say it was difficult would be an understatement; a more accurate description would be that they were barely clinging to life, neither human nor ghost.
Even he thought this person should have died ten thousand years ago, but he's still alive now, and he doesn't know why.
Hua Deng smiled slightly: "That's good."
She was indeed angry and sad for a while last night, but when she woke up this morning, she was no longer bothered by it.
Just like her, she also has her own life and things she has to do.
She loathed the world, yet she was willing to stay for the sake of her family and friends.
If one day someone suddenly jumps out and asks her to give up this choice, she will definitely not agree.
Moreover, Shen Zhou's situation is more complicated than hers.
This man, who is used to being alone, is destined not to fall deeply in love with anyone.
That's what she thought, and that's what she told Jinze.
Jinze stood there, quietly watching her for a while, and suddenly said, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe he already said he loved you."
Hua Deng: "What?"
Jinze shrugged: "Never mind what I said, just let me out!"
"oh."
"Don't tell Shen Zhou about what happened today."
“Okay,” Hua Deng said, “but…”
Jinze glared at her.
Hua Deng said innocently, "But he has already set up a barrier here. He will know everything you say and do."
"Aaaaaah! Why didn't you say so sooner?!"
Jinze screamed and flew away.
He traveled swiftly on his sword, like a headless fly. He couldn't return to Ziyang Palace; Shen Zhou must be there. So he decided to go to Tianhan Mountain first, take his hidden savings there, and run away from home for a while.
He hurriedly jumped off the immortal sword, ran into the Broken Cloud Palace, looked up, and immediately turned around and rushed out again.
"Stop." A nonchalant voice came from behind.
Jinze stood frozen in place.
He certainly didn't want to stand still, but unfortunately, Shen Zhou's puppetry technique was an indiscriminate attack.
"return."
Jinze was forced to walk up to him.
Shen Zhou sat in a chair, with the smiling Left Protector beside him. He didn't look over, his eyelashes lowered, toying with a blood-red bead in his hand, tapping it on the armrest with a dull sound.
However, his body was far from as calm as his expression suggested. Countless wounds appeared and healed on his body, and bright red blood flowed all over the ground, creating a horrific scene.
The chair was surrounded by a magic circle that Jinze knew all too well. In the past, when Shenzhou was in dire need of treatment due to physical collapse, he spent his days in this very place.
His injury this time was expected; a large amount of magical power surged in during his tribulation, and his body simply couldn't withstand it.
Because he could not bear it, he had to end his life with the Fiery Heaven on the day of his tribulation and then reincarnate.
This time, however, he changed his plans. He not only separated the day of tribulation from the day of reincarnation, but also abruptly left halfway through the tribulation, leaving his body in an unprecedented state of chaos.
Shen Zhou said, "Ten lashes of the Thunder Whip, go and collect them yourself."
Jinze's thoughts were interrupted, and he exclaimed in shock, "Only ten lashes?!"
He thought he had committed a serious crime, but now it seems like he hadn't been punished at all.
It seems he doesn't care at all that the woman knows these things.
Chen Zhou: "Twenty."
Jinze: "..."
That foul mouth of his!
He lowered his head in frustration. Shen Zhou didn't speak again, nor did the Left Protector. The Broken Cloud Palace was completely silent.
When the speed of wound healing finally overcame the trend of physical deterioration, Shen Zhou stood up.
He lifted his foot and walked outside; it was obvious where he wanted to go.
Jinze didn't turn around, but suddenly spoke up: "Is it necessary?"
Shen Zhou didn't stop walking. Jin Ze suddenly turned his head and said loudly, "Do you think she'll be happy if you stay for this long? Do you think you're important to her?"
Shen Zhou finally turned around, his gaze sweeping indifferently over him.
Jinze was most afraid of him doing this, and his hand trembled instantly. But he still managed to pull out a sword and throw it on the ground: "This is the Heart-Questioning Sword that I made with your blood. Do you dare let her draw it once?"
Shen Zhou didn't even raise an eyebrow: "There's no need."
"You don't dare, because you know she can't pull it out!"
“It has nothing to do with that,” he said. “She doesn’t need to pull that out.”
Jin Ze said, "Actually, you know this too, right? No matter how nicely these people talk, they won't hesitate for a moment to abandon you when it's time."
Shen Zhou: "What else do you want to say? Say it all at once."
Jinze remained silent for a short while.
When Lie Tian was inside his body, he would occasionally glimpse some of Shen Zhou's memories, which made him even more intolerant of his current choice.
But he was unable to ask any more questions.
Finally, he asked, "Is living happier than dying?"
"Maybe," Shen Zhou said.
"If not, why don't you just die?" he asked. He was genuinely puzzled, not mocking.
Shen Zhou's expression remained unchanged.
“I wanted to give her all my power so she could end my life, so that my life would have some value,” he said. “But she refused, so I let it go.”
"So you gave her that ring?"
"Um."
As Shen Zhou played with the blood beads in his hand, he suddenly recalled the scene thirteen years ago when he gave the bracelet to Hua Deng.
He never believed in so-called fate, but sometimes he had to admit that the cruel twists of fate do exist.
Of all the moments in his life, it was on the very day he decided to die that she appeared before him.
She wore that bracelet, asking him to protect her safety.
If we had met earlier or later, things might not be like this now.
If he had stopped cultivating sooner, he could have spent his life with her like an ordinary person.
Later, he wouldn't agree to her request, nor would he make her sad.
It was precisely at that moment that he could no longer suppress his cultivation and had to undergo tribulation.
But it doesn't matter anymore. He'll handle the people and things that bother her; she can be happy with or without him.
With a snap, Chen Zhou released his grip, and the blood-red bead, freed from its restraint, fell to the ground, rolled to the foot of the table, and suddenly shattered into pieces.
This is the divination technique that Xue Zifei taught him. The bead is made from his blood. He used to disdain this art, but just now, on a whim, he cast a divination.
The blood droplets shattered, a sign of impending doom, yet he laughed and turned to leave the Broken Cloud Palace.
It doesn't matter what the divination result is, since he still doesn't believe in fate.
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