The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 682 - 309: Blood Luo Plate

Chapter 682: Chapter 309: Blood Luo Plate

The fortuneteller Yu Xiu glanced at Qi Yuan, his face bearing an inscrutable expression.

"This young brother speaks in strange ways, but... whatever you ask of me today... I shall fulfill," said the fortuneteller faintly.

After all, this was his method of dealing with the curse.

The fortuneteller Yu Xiu silently mused to himself.

Only by employing these tools and coming here to have one’s fortune told could the curse be somewhat undone.

These tools were for single use only.

One could say that anything in the world could be divined.

"Place your hand on the bronze plate, and I shall know the answer," said the fortuneteller softly.

"Okay." Qi Yuan placed his hand on the bronze plate.

Northern Crane Han Xianyun wore a peculiar look on his face at the sight of these two strange individuals before him.

Not to mention the fortuneteller, who was somewhat mystical and mysterious.

This Qi Yuan, who participated in the Martial Arts Tournament, spoke incoherently. Game completion? What did that mean?

Southern Lion Zhang Yang’s mouth curved into a disdainful smile: "It seems today is not lacking in madmen."

He was always proud, looking down upon everyone.

He was of precious birth, with ties to the legendary Seven Martial Stars Clan, thus always feeling superior.

His participation in the martial arts circle was an honor for the circle.

Now, as he intended to leave the martial arts circle for a better future, he looked down on its members even more.

After all, generally speaking, true aristocrats seldom entered the martial arts circle.

Generally... they were mostly nouveaux riches.

At this moment, Yu Xiu’s entire being was focused, his blood coursing with anticipation, waiting for a sign from the bronze plate.

He was just an ordinary man fated to die, how could he know anything of the Divination Way?

The so-called divinations were all the work of the bronze plate tool.

But as time ticked by, no signal came.

Surprise and confusion showed in Yu Xiu’s eyes.

Just then, Qi Yuan eyed Yu Xiu and spoke softly, "How is it, how did the reading go? When can I complete this game?"

Yu Xiu was silent for a while, as tumultuous waves seemed to rise inside of him.

Such an event was a first for him.

He had a hundred thousand whys in his heart.

After all... it was the first time he had encountered a tool malfunction.

Could it be... the other was like him?

But...

Looking at Qi Yuan, he wore a troubled expression: "Your question, sir, has indeed stumped me.

Perhaps... would you consider rephrasing your question, so I may try again?"

His address to Qi Yuan had changed.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan sighed, "Your divination skills are lacking; I overestimated you.

Let’s do this, then. Predict whether I will win the Martial Arts Tournament this time!"

Before the fortuneteller Yu Xiu could speak,

the martial artists present erupted into laughter.

Seeing Qi Yuan, Northern Crane Han Xianyun couldn’t help but laugh: "Brother Qi is perhaps too confident!"

Just now, they had exchanged names.

Southern Lion Zhang Yang’s eyes conveyed a sneer, and with a voice like a bell, he addressed Qi Yuan, "I, too, am participating in this Martial Arts Tournament."

Clearly, what he meant was that if he was participating, then the champion would be him.

The other martial artists concurred.

A year ago, Southern Lion Zhang Yang only lost by one move to the Martial Arts Tournament champion.

This year, his martial prowess was bound to be even more profound; claiming the championship seemed no issue.

"Kid, the one beside you is Southern Lion Zhang Yang, the certain champion of this tournament. Drop your daydreams," one of them said.

Facing these voices, Qi Yuan did not bother responding.

His hand rested on the bronze plate, awaiting the fortuneteller Yu Xiu’s answer.

Meanwhile, some information also caught his eye.

[Blood Luo Plate replica, seemingly capable of peering into fate, capturing the trajectory of destiny, produced by Blood Luo Island.]

However, in that instant, a cracking sound reverberated.

The bronze plate beneath Qi Yuan’s hand developed a fracture and shattered.

"Pff..." Shock adorned Yu Xiu’s face accompanied by bewilderment as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The tool had... shattered!

This... how was this possible?

A simple divination and it broke!

The onlookers stared with weird expressions.

"What’s going on?"

"Why the spitting of blood?"

"Is this an act?"

The crowd was bewildered.

Southern Lion Zhang Yang let out a cold laugh: "Mystical nonsense, I am not staying around for more of this charade."

With those words, he turned and left.

Seeing this, most of the martial artists also left with smiles on their faces.

Clearly, they believed that Qi Yuan and the fortuneteller knew each other and were probably scheming about something.

Even Northern Crane Han Xianyun looked at Qi Yuan with some suspicion.

The fortuneteller had revealed some secrets about him previously; could it be truly related to him?

At this moment, Qi Yuan reached out, pulling out his mental illness certification.

"Look carefully, this is my certificate. Don’t blame me; I didn’t break this!"

Qi Yuan was always cautious, carrying his mental illness certification in case of fraudulent claims.

And now, it had come in handy.

This action instantly dispelled the doubts that hung in Northern Crane Han Xianyun’s heart.

If it were a scheme against him, would Qi Yuan carry on such an act?

Would such an act make any sense?

The fortuneteller Yu Xiu looked at Qi Yuan, equally baffled, as many thoughts flashed through his mind: "This indeed... has nothing to do with you, sir."

A tool... especially of such a peculiar kind, would not break for no reason.

This could only mean that the person or matter he was divining... was somewhat beyond the tool’s capacity.

But... normally, wouldn’t such occurrences happen with terrifying monsters?