The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 681 - 308 Fortuneteller_2

Chapter 681: Chapter 308 Fortuneteller_2

"Oh, could it be that the young brother has also studied hairdressing, and we are fellow practitioners?" Han Xianyun’s eyes widened, "I designed my own hairstyle. How about it, cool isn’t it? Want me to design one for you, free of charge!"

"No, thanks." Qi Yuan shook his head, "Within your bloodline, there is neither a rooster nor a crane, but rather... a Rat.

So, your title and discovery, they don’t suit you.

You should change your hairstyle."

"Bloodline?" Han Xianyun was stunned.

He’d never heard such talk.

He looked at Qi Yuan with a weird expression, "Are you serious, or just pulling my leg?"

"I’m quite serious, and for fun... I certainly wouldn’t choose you.

The fortuneteller in front of that building, isn’t he more interesting?

Qi Yuan didn’t delve further into the topic.

Northern Crane Han Xianyun’s Martial Arts bloodline was indeed in the same category as the "Rat" that Qi Yuan had studied.

And within his own body was a kind of "Sea Fish."

"Fortunetelling, you believe in that?" Han Xianyun looked toward the stall in front of the building.

There sat a young man with a sickly appearance.

The signboard read "Ironclad Prophecy" in big characters.

Beside it were an assortment of odd and peculiar items, giving the impression of a swindler.

"Even if it’s all an act, it should at least look somewhat convincing. He’s too young to count as a divine predictor... I don’t buy it," Northern Crane Han Xianyun was the first to express disbelief.

Qi Yuan just smiled, "How about we let him predict who will win the championship at the Martial Arts competition?"

Northern Crane Han Xianyun nodded, "We’re idle anyway, let’s go have a look."

"You’re too late, Southern Lion Zhang Yang has already been there!"

Han Xianyun quickly looked over, his eyes showing a hint of surprise and some dissatisfaction.

"Zhang Yang is looking for trouble," said Han Xianyun, his words tinged with subtle discontent toward Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang might be a Martial Arts genius, but the man... was arrogant.

Not just ordinarily arrogant, but utterly disdainful of others.

It would be tolerable if only a Martial Artist were proud.

Zhang Yang was not only conceited but also scornful of Martial Arts.

He seemed to carry the attitude that his mingling in the Martial Arts community was an honor for the community itself.

At this moment, as Zhang Yang made his way there, a number of promising youths from the Martial Arts Alliance also went to watch the young fortuneteller.

Qi Yuan and Han Xianyun walked over as well, Qi Yuan stroking his chin, contemplative, "I haven’t bought three gold items for Ningtuo yet; maybe... what if I set up a stall and read fortunes to earn some extra money?"

In the crowd, Zhang Yang’s expression was full of scorn: "Charlatans and fortune-tellers, matters of fate are profoundly mysterious. Not even the Immortal Path... can claim to peer into destiny, how could you possibly be an ironclad prophet?"

"The inability to peer into destiny is simply due to not being powerful enough," the young man replied weakly, yet his eyes brimmed with self-confidence.

If Zhang Yang’s gaze was haughty and dismissive of all,

Then the young man’s gaze was truly... a calm "arrogance" that seemed incompatible with the world.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang felt even more mockery in his heart.

Just a few days ago, he had received earth-shattering news which greatly disturbed him.

He felt that he had squandered so many years in the Martial Arts community, which was a complete waste.

He had never held the Martial Arts community in high regard, and now with the revival of Spiritual Energy and the appearance of the Immortal Path,

His dislike for the Martial Arts community deepened even more.

If not for his desire to claim victory and put a perfect end to his past life,

He wouldn’t have bothered coming here.

These past few days, his understanding of the Immortal Path grew, and with it a yearning look.

For him, mastering Martial Arts meant that conquering the Immortal Path would naturally pose no difficulty.

Now, seeing a charlatan flaunting himself, he naturally could not help but step forward.

"Then predict my future... What heights will I reach?" Southern Lion Zhang Yang asked the young fortuneteller, questioning him.

Upon hearing this, the young man’s eyes twinkled with laughter, "Please place your hand on the bronze plate."

The young fortuneteller was sitting with a bronze plate engraved with strange symbols.

Zhang Yang did not hesitate at all, placing his hand directly upon it.

After about a dozen breaths, the young fortuneteller’s eyes showed regret, "You come from extreme wealth, such a pity... your fate has run its course.

This life... will probably amount to nothing."

The words of the young fortuneteller stirred up a commotion on the spot.

"You’re definitely a fraud, this is Southern Lion Zhang Yang, the favorite to win at this Martial Arts competition!"

"If he is said to amount to nothing, then who is qualified to amount to something?"

"Could it be that sitting here predicting fortunes like you is considered amounting to something?"

The surrounding crowd looked on with mocking expressions.

Qi Yuan watched the scene and quietly gave up the idea of telling fortunes for extra cash.

After all, if he heard these mockeries, he definitely wouldn’t be able to resist arguing with these NPCs.

But Qi Yuan was not eloquent and hadn’t learned many curse words.

If he got into a quarrel, he would certainly not win.

What to do if he didn’t win the quarrel? He would have to resort to fists.

"This fortuneteller is not very good, he can’t even say nice things," Northern Crane’s Han Xianyun couldn’t help commenting.

Qi Yuan looked at the fortuneteller, his eyes showing curiosity, "Though I’m not skilled in fate, I think his predictions are quite accurate.

Why don’t you let him figure out who your Ancestor of Bloodline is, see if it’s a ’Rat’?"

"Huh?" Han Xianyun was somewhat confused.

What Qi Yuan said was beyond his comprehension.

Wasn’t everyone human? Shouldn’t all Ancestors of Bloodline be human as well?

However, since Qi Yuan suggested it, Han Xianyun, who was quite casual, went up and said, "Go on, tell me what my Ancestor of Bloodline is."

Han Xianyun’s words confused many of those present.

Only the young fortuneteller, upon hearing these words, had his shoulders tremble imperceptibly for a moment or two.

However, he hid it very well, and no one but Qi Yuan noticed.

He looked at Han Xianyun and repeated what he had said to Southern Lion Zhang Yang, "Please place your hand on the bronze plate."

Han Xianyun did as told, looking expectantly at the fortuneteller.

About ten breaths of time passed, and the fortuneteller spoke.

"Your ancestors had a National Defense General, and even further back, they were actually descendents of the last ruler of the former Tang Dynasty."

Han Xianyun’s eyes widened sharply upon hearing this.

Anyone who investigated the Han Family would naturally know that there had been a General of inestimable worth among their ancestors.

But... the lineage of the last ruler of the former Tang Dynasty was an extremely secret matter, so much so that even within the Li Family, very few knew about it.

Han Xianyun himself had learned of this matter only half a year ago.

How could this person know about it!

For some reason, he felt an ironic sense of humor.

However, he hid his expression and continued, "Sir, you really have a way with words."

At that moment, the fortuneteller continued, "I’ve figured out your Ancestor of Bloodline, it’s the Rat, one of the three hundred and ninety-nine beasts."

These words truly confounded Han Xianyun.

Because prior to this, Qi Yuan had said that his bloodline came from a Rat.

And now, the fortuneteller said the same.

Was it a coincidence, or a scheme?

"Do you two know each other?" Han Xianyun couldn’t help but look towards Qi Yuan.

He felt that Qi Yuan had colluded with the fortuneteller to set him up.

Otherwise, how could they know his family secrets?

Qi Yuan shook his head, "I don’t know this NPC."

Yang Shan also hurriedly said, "I can vouch for it, Qi Yuan doesn’t know him."

Today’s events were all coincidences.

Han Xianyun’s mind was filled with countless whys, sensing strangeness about today’s happenings.

The fortuneteller said, "I do not know this gentleman... It’s our first meeting," as he spoke, looking at Han Xianyun, "What I’ve said is true.

If you do not believe me, think back. Three months ago, did you not have a dream?

In the dream, you were being chased by a gigantic rat."

Han Xianyun’s eyes widened at this point.

He was truly shocked.

Three months ago, he indeed had such a dream.

At that time, he didn’t take it seriously and did not mention it to anyone.

How did the fortuneteller know about it?

"How do you know that?" a surge of shock went through Han Xianyun’s heart.

At this moment, Qi Yuan leaned in, "I told you he is pretty accurate, didn’t I? And you didn’t believe me?"

Han Xianyun’s dream, unknown to Qi Yuan, but he could infer something.

Originally, back when Qi Yuan was considering the Primordial Chaos Seed, he had inadvertently seen the dreams of that woman doctor, which led to him receiving a curse that put his life in grave danger.

Three months ago, those capable of dreaming were all... people whose Bloodline concentration had reached a certain level.

This was Qi Yuan’s speculation.

"Come on, why don’t you predict my fate, see when I can clear this game," said Qi Yuan to the fortuneteller, full of curiosity.