nycdaug Chapter 205: Just Luck
Chapter 205: Just Luck
If that creature that was neither human nor ghost had not noticed his location and thrown him out of the tree hole with one sleeve, he might have known more secrets!
It’s a pity that the magic weapon his father gave him to hide his tracks can only be used once and there is a time limit. Otherwise, he would definitely follow Jiang Liqian and the others again, and maybe he could take the opportunity to grab some opportunities.
The middle-aged man on the other side of the screen murmured, his brows slowly furrowed.
"Curse for all eternity! How come I've never heard of such a powerful curse?"
But he actually brought disaster to the entire clan. How powerful does this person have to be?
He has been active in the world of cultivation for hundreds of years, but he has never heard of such a person?
Cao Xian didn't think as much as he thought. He muttered a lot of words to persuade the Cao family to prepare to swallow up the Ye family. At the end, he said: "Dad, do you know the origin of that Heart Mirror? Does it already have a spirit?"
The middle-aged man thought he was seeing things: "The Heart Mirror is an innate immortal artifact. If it had an artifact spirit, it would have ascended to immortality long ago. Moreover, innate objects cannot possibly give rise to an artifact spirit without undergoing countless hardships and tempering."
The higher the level of the magic weapon, the more difficult it is to produce a spirit. Once it has a spirit, it is incomparable to ordinary magic weapons. What's more, it can go through thunder tribulations and ascend to the upper realm like a human cultivator.
The middle-aged man's eyes showed sternness and disdain: "These things have all been explained in Qimingzhai. Don't you even have this common sense?"
Cao Xian showed an embarrassed expression on his face. He was timid and didn't dare to say anything more. He didn't say that he saw Qianhan Mountain floating out of the Benxin Mirror.
Seeing that Cao Xian had no more information to share, the middle-aged man waved his sleeves impatiently and ended the communication.
He only left a faint reminder: "Be careful and don't be discovered."
The moment the communication was disconnected, Cao Xian's face immediately turned dark blue. He silently clenched his fists and wanted to smash the round stone to the ground as if to vent his anger, but he didn't dare to. He could only put away the stone, hide his tracks, pretend to be lost halfway, and then reunited with his teammates by accident.
Teammates were worried: "We thought something happened to you and looked for you for a long time, but it turns out you were just lost."
Cao Xian gave each of his teammates a large bag of spirit stones as compensation.
The few of them stopped worrying about this matter and went deeper into the secret realm to explore again.
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Stepping into the familiar courtyard again, walking across the stone bridge, and seeing the little fish swimming happily in the pond, the visitor's expression tightened and he walked quickly along the path.
This time, the owner was sitting in front of a study, flipping through a book in his hand. In front of the window, orchids were blooming elegantly, with bursts of floral fragrance. Behind the window, the fragrance of the spirit lingered, and the wood agarwood was moist with the morning dew.
The transparent and bright light falls on the ink words on the book, just like the best wine going down the throat, making people unable to stop.
The visitor waited at the door of the study for a long time before he saw the young man raise his tired eyes from the book.
He quickly bowed his head and said, "Master, your foresight is remarkable. Following that little girl has yielded fruit."
The boy nodded, motioning for him to continue.
The visitor didn't dare to neglect the matter. He told the story of the Ye family's curse and apologized at the end: "I was incompetent and failed to bring back the Benxin Mirror. The Benxin Mirror... was destroyed by those young people."
After saying this, he lowered his head, not daring to look up at the boy, for fear that the boy would dig out his eyes if he made the slightest offensive move.
Unexpectedly, the boy didn't seem angry at all. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Sure enough, it was exactly what I told him."
Exactly what he said?
with who?
The visitor was confused and his heart began to beat fast. His mind raced as he began to figure out what his master meant by this.
But before he could figure out what was going on, the boy casually snapped his fingers.
Immediately afterwards, a young man with messy hair and blood all over his body was pushed into the study.
The boy staggered and barely avoided falling flat on his face.
His hands and feet were locked with immortal chains that were specifically designed to restrain spiritual power. He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The disheveled state of his body could not conceal the young man's extraordinary and elegant temperament. On his dark face, his eyes were gray, as if he had an eye disease and could not see.
He groped around and found a table and a chair. Without any pretense, he sat down directly, poured himself a glass of water, and drank the entire pot in big gulps.
"Have you finished drinking?" A deep and clear voice sounded.
The boy nodded without hesitation and asked for a plate of delicious pastries.
The person standing at the door reporting was surprised by the boy's behavior and was even more shocked by the host's tolerance towards this person.
"Someone, bring the pastries over."
The boy wiped the water-stained corners of his mouth with his sleeve with satisfaction.
The man in brocade clothes by the window closed his book and looked at the young man with a half-smile: "How have you been these past few days, Young Pavilion Master?"
The young man grinned, revealing his two rows of bright white teeth. "The ten-day trip to the beast cave that Your Excellency treated me to was quite enjoyable. The meat from some of the animals was particularly good. I'm a little reluctant to leave now."
"Really?" He asked softly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
The young man nodded vigorously: "Yes, how about you throw me in there for a few more days so I can have a good taste of those beasts?"
There was silence in the study for a moment.
The person standing at the door almost had his calves trembling and fell to his knees.
Who is this ignorant kid? How dare he speak to the master like that? He simply doesn't want to live anymore!
But the man in splendid clothes didn't get angry as he'd expected. Instead, he raised the scroll in his hand with amusement, his voice warm and saying, "The Young Master of the Tianji Pavilion is indeed worthy of his reputation. He can even eat the Tiger Dragon Beast at will. He is worthy of being the most talented disciple of the Tianji Pavilion in a hundred years. His future is limitless."
At this time, a servant came in carrying cakes.
Shi Yunyu smelled the fragrance and immediately took a piece and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he said modestly: "Lari, Larry (where), I am just a half-dead person."
"Young Pavilion Master, at such a young age, is able to glimpse secrets that others cannot. I just don't know how he was captured by my people." The young man in brocade and gorgeous clothes stood up, and the clouds and mist swayed in the wind, staining his sleeves with the fragrance of wood. "Young Pavilion Master, even if you can't predict the heavens and the earth, can't you still face a disaster?"
Shi Yunyu swallowed the cake and patted the crumbs off her hands.
“There are many people in the cultivation world who want to ask me for fortune-telling, and there are also many who want to capture me and force me to do so. You are not the first one.
"As the saying goes, a doctor cannot heal himself, and a fortune teller cannot tell his own fortune. What happens when disaster strikes or good fortune strikes is all just luck. If you persist in your mistakes, you will fall into a quagmire and bring suffering upon yourself."