"Celestial, I've written a word. Would you please read it?"
Someone stepped forward. They discovered that the fortune-teller had not paid, and the old woman had not said anything about paying either, which was why they had come. It seemed like there was no need to pay.
Lu Yin looked over and saw the word 'Wang', which was the person's surname.
"Since it's your surname, it's also your wish. However, you can't overcome your blood relationship."
"How can that be?
I'm also of the Wang family's bloodline. "
"You're not."
"Impossible."
"When you compete for the position of patriarch, someone will kick you out of the clan for this reason. You won't be able to obtain anything. Take a step back and you'll have a better future."
"I don't believe it. I'm of the Wang family's bloodline. The position of patriarch will definitely be mine. My brother is just a wastrel. He doesn't know anything, including business. Why should he inherit it?"
Lu Yin said nothing more.
Soon afterwards, people constantly wrote letters asking Lu Yin to read their fortunes. Lu Yin saw all sorts of lives. Some people were born with wealth, but they were plagued with misfortune. Some people were born with poverty, but their lives were smooth sailing. Birth did not represent everything. Luck was only temporary. What he saw the most was dissatisfaction.
That was why there was effort, determination, conviction, and so on.
These people might succeed or fail, but they never regretted it.
He also saw rich people who were kind and charitable. A few words of advice were enough to change the lives of people.
He saw people who were riddled with evil and lived a dark life. Since it had appeared before him, it fulfilled the meaning of fate. Cultivators could not interfere with the matters of mortals?
He did not care. He did as he pleased, drifting along with the flow. He could do whatever he wanted.
In the blink of an eye, two years passed. Lu Yin lived these two years very peacefully. He saw the various aspects of the world and tasted the pleasures of the world. Mortals chased after benefits, while cultivators chased after realms. He chased after peace.
During these two years, he wrote 'peace' many times. By calming his heart, he could calm the world, calm the vastness of the world, and calm the vicissitudes of the universe.
He knew what he was making up for. He was making up for what he owed himself, making up for what Lu Yin and Lu Xiaoxuan lacked. He was making up for his happy nature.
This was a step he had to take to reach the Primordial realm. It was also a future of suffering.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye for a cultivator. It was impossible to change one's state of mind and make up for it completely in two years. He still had a long way to go.
Since the rapid increase in battle prowess had caused him to lose his mental fortitude, he wanted to walk a path of the Primordial realm that was different from everyone else's. This path was enough to shock the nine heavens.
…
In Ye Hai, Qing Lian Yu was looking into the distance. No one knew what he was looking at because no one else could see what he was looking at.
"In these two years, I did steal some. Finally, there are changes. I'm really looking forward to what you can bring to this universe."
…
The Huaisi trembled, and Lu Siyu's face appeared in front of him.
Lu Yin lay down on the bamboo raft leisurely. He had left yet another city and was on his way to the next one.
"Where are you?"
"It's none of your business."
"How carefree. The Spring and Autumn bamboo slips were destroyed. Do you know how many people in the Continent of the Nine Clouds were shocked?
All the other factions have sent their men to check on the situation, and there are still many people coming to our Lin Swords Gate to ask about the situation. How annoying! "
Lu Yin was amused. "Even if that didn't happen, your family's doorstep would have been trampled to the ground."
"Hmph, of course. I'm a natural beauty, and there are many who like me."
Lu Siyu was pleased with herself, but then her expression changed. "I'm contacting you this time to tell you that Sixth Sister has a condition."
Lu Yin raised a brow, and his carefree time was over. "What condition?"
Lu Siyu's expression turned serious. "Bring Jianhong safely to the Sixth Night Pillar."
Lu Yin was puzzled. "Jianhong?"
"This is the person." Lu Siyu took out a portrait and showed it to Lu Yin.
"Where is this person now?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?
Then how am I supposed to find him? "
"How would I know? Sixth Sister doesn't know either. You can look for him yourself."
"Then what about this guy?"
"I don't know anything, and Sixth Sister didn't say anything either. She just wants you to bring Jianhong safely to the Sixth Night Pillar. This condition cannot be known to outsiders, and it can't be related to Sixth Sister. Can you do it?"
Lu Yin was speechless. "I've realized that the Seven Fairies are all very sinister and have ulterior motives. You were like that, and so was Ming Xiaolong."
Lu Siyu rolled her eyes. "In any case, it's up to you."
Lu Yin sighed.
At the riverbank, someone shouted for Lu Yin to read their fortune.
Lu Siyu was surprised when she heard it. "Fortune telling?
Since when did you read fortunes? "
"I just learned."
"There are still people who believe in such things these days?"
"You don't believe me?"
"Nonsense."
"Your master is the best at fortune-telling."
Lu Siyu bared her teeth. "Don't insult my master. What he does is called karma."
"It's the same. I read karma too."
"Go ahead and brag."
"Ask your father if you want to brag or not."
"I won't talk to you anymore. Sixth Sister's matter is very important. When Old Lu wanted to participate in the competition, she sent someone to deliver the sword intent. I hope you can do it."
Lu Yin ended the call, and Jianhong's portrait floated in the air.
Jianhong?
What an interesting name.
"Celestial, please read my fortune for me. I've finished writing," someone shouted from the riverbank.
Lu Yin waved his hand. "I'll be closing for now. Please come earlier next time." With that, he and the raft disappeared.
The people on the riverbank gaped. They were a step too late.
Sometimes, being a step too late was also fate.
Lu Yin looked up from the starry sky and released his consciousness. It swept out in all directions, spreading out endlessly.
This was the first time he had released his consciousness so recklessly in the Ninefirmaments Universe just to find Jianhong.
Most of the cultivators around him could not sense it. Only those who had reached the Sequence Laws could sense it. Those who had reached the Primordial Realm could feel it.
Lu Yin did not hide it. He was fearless and unrestrained.
His consciousness spread out wildly. If one looked down from the sky, they would see that Lu Yin's consciousness was spreading towards the Eastern Region at an extremely fast speed.
The cultivators were alarmed and looked up. "Who is it?
Whose consciousness is so terrifying? "
Some families ordered everyone to return and not go out.
The wandering cultivators hidden deep in the mountains and forests were horrified. The moment his consciousness swept out, they felt their scalps go numb.
Lu Yin's consciousness could spread across the entire consciousness universe. No matter how big the Ninefirmaments Universe was, it could still reach the entire Eastern Region.
However, he did not have to spread it very far before he found Jianhong.
Since Jianhong wanted to go to the Sixth Night Pillar, Lu Yin naturally focused on the direction that led to it.
When Lu Yin's consciousness found Jianhong, Jianhong naturally sensed it as well, but he did not have time to think about it. A powerful enemy had appeared in front of him.
Ever since Jianhong had left the Seventh Night Pillar two years ago, he had been constantly hunted down. Over the past two years, he had been able to easily kill his enemies in an instant, but later on, his enemies had roughly grasped his strength and sent out more experts to target him. Not only that, but they had also hired assassins and used various despicable methods to tire him out. As a result, he had not been able to reach the Sixth Night Pillar in two years.
The Seventh Night Pillar would not send anyone to help him. Jianhong had been the one to fight for this trip, and not everyone in the Seventh Night Pillar favored the Sixth Night Pillar.
If Jianhong could reach the Sixth Night Pillar alive, then everything would be fine. If he could not, then there were ways to deal with him.
"There are ten sword intents in the world. You have three, but I want three."
"Nonsense."
Jianhong unsheathed his sword, causing the wind to howl. A figure moved in front of him, each step stepping on the edge of his sword. Jianhong was shocked... "Sword Step?
You are the Old Man Dianhong? "
"Hehe, little fellow, when I dominated the Nine Heavens, your grandfather wasn't even born yet. Arrogant and conceited, even the Taicang Swordmaster would not dare to say that."
Jianhong's face turned gloomy. Suddenly, he lowered his sword and stopped moving.
The figure also stopped in mid-air and stared at Jianhong.
The two of them were in a stalemate.
Jianhong gripped his sword tightly as something in his basket shook. The figure looked over and said, "Hand it over and I will not kill you."
"Didn't you die long ago?"
"I'm just in seclusion. It's a pity that it's not so easy to kill me."
Jianhong's eyes were cold. "You killed sword experts just to cultivate the Sword Step. Everyone in the world should kill you. The Fifth Night Pillar will not hire you."
"You underestimate the Taicang Swordmaster. However, you don't need to know why I'm here. As for you, I wanted to meet you long ago. You think that just because you are in seclusion in the Seventh Night Pillar, you think that you have three parts of the world's sword intents. You underestimate the sword experts of the world."
As he spoke, the figure's palm landed. It was clearly a palm, but his body flipped over. He used the Sword Step, which was the Sword Hand. His palm landed on the tip of Jianhong's sword and a powerful force followed the tip of the sword towards Jianhong.
The tip of Jianhong's sword rang out rhythmically, causing Jianhong to lose his grip. Just as he was about to use his strength, the sword flew out of his hand. In front of him, the figure's palm landed on him.
Jianhong's Gate of Wonder appeared on the surface of his body. After being hit by the palm, the Gate of Wonder shook but was unable to break through it. However, the figure continued to attack, causing Jianhong to cough out blood.
After killing for two years, Jianhong's body was riddled with injuries. He could not withstand the figure's ferocious attacks and was forced to retreat. Just as the figure was about to break through the Gate of Wonder, his foot landed on the tip of his head.
Jianhong's gaze turned cold as he turned around. His palm swept across and the wind formed a formless sword in the direction of his palm. It was impossible to see how long or how wide it was. Wherever there was wind, there would be a sword. Jianhong slashed his sword upwards but was still stepped on by the figure. Just as the figure was about to step on the formless sword, he spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Jianhong in disbelief. His body retreated continuously, causing cracks to appear in the void.
Jianhong spat out another mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.
The figure was not in a good state either. He clutched his chest and gritted his teeth, "When?"
Jianhong laughed coldly, "Do you really think that you can use the Sword Step to trample the world? Who have you trampled on before?
You can't even see the way of the sword. "
"It's just a despicable method."
"Wind Sword Chant. Where there is wind, there will be a sword. How is this despicable?
You can have wind in your body. "
"Good, good, good. As expected of Jianhong, to be able to break through my Sword Step. There is indeed a place for you in the way of the sword. However, you will still die. I did not come here to compete with you in terms of sword techniques." As he finished speaking, he took a step forward and headed towards Jianhong. Behind him, a blood-red pagoda appeared.