Ziluo City. One of the ten major cities of the Plough Heaven Dynasty, it was massive in scale and extremely prosperous.
Subtle fluctuations in the void, unnoticed by anyone, allowed two figuresâone tall, one shortâto quietly appear on the streets of Ziluo City.
"Brother, where is this?" Little Seven blinked her cute, sparkling big eyes, looking around with a stunned expression. "Werenât we just cultivating in the carriage? How did we suddenly end up in such a thriving city?" she asked in surprise.
Ye Yun held Little Sevenâs small hand, looked around, and said with a smile, "This is Ziluo City. Youâve been in secluded cultivation for so long, reaching the Divine Bridge Realm on this journey. I brought you out for a stroll to experience the bustle of the world."
Little Seven giggled. "Brother, I actually want to cultivate more and reach the Nirvana Realm as soon as possible!"
I know, youâre not far from the Nirvana Realm,
Ye Yun thought, though he said outwardly, "So itâs good for your cultivation to walk among mortals now!" He felt a sense of helplessness and could only try to persuade her patiently. He didnât like Little Seven sitting in the carriage cultivating day after day without saying a word. Seeing her so singularly focused on cultivation caused an inexplicable ache in his heart.
I donât know why.
Ever since Little Seven had entered the Divine Bridge Realm, Ye Yun had felt an instinctive resistance, a reluctance... he didnât want Little Seven to continue making breakthroughs.
I know this thought of mine is ridiculous. This little girl, Little Seven... her biggest dream has always been to break through to the Nirvana Realm. I should help her achieve it.
"Alright, Brother, you call the shots!" Little Seven suddenly stuck out her pink little tongue and said with a beaming smile.
"Letâs wander around Ziluo City for a day. You can eat whatever you want, play whatever you want. After a day of fun, weâll go back to cultivation. How does that sound?" Ye Yun suggested with a laugh.
"Sure!" Little Seven agreed happily.
Hand in hand with Little Seven, Ye Yun slowly walked down the bustling streets, stopping from time to time to generously buy her some small trinkets that girls liked. A smile graced Ye Yunâs face, his eyes brimming with warmth. He quite enjoyed this ordinary, heartwarming kind of life.
In a corner of the street, an old Daoist priest in ragged clothes held a long banner. He leaned against the wall, his eyelids slightly parted, observing Ye Yun and Little Seven in the distance.
Written on the banner was a single line:
Content with destiny, hence free from worry.
The old Daoist muttered to himself, his voice so low that the words seemed to swirl around him, audible only to himself.
These two people are quite odd...
Suddenly, an ancient voice echoed in the old Daoistâs mind.
Indeed, they are strange. That little girl possesses incredible fortune; her head is wreathed in a purple aura, like a Purple Dragon coiling around herâclearly a favorite of the Heavenly Dao. The young man in white, on the other hand, is shrouded in a thick layer of misfortuneâs grey aura and an ominous Super Divine Dragon Breath, as if he doesnât have much life left to liveâtruly the image of a premature demise... Heh, at a glance, he is definitely a cast-off child of the Heavenly Dao!
The old Daoist chuckled internally.
Elder, I didnât expect you to be awake!
I was awakened by the convergence of these two individualsâ destinies,
the ancient voice replied.
So I opened my eyes to take a look. I didnât expect it to be so eye-opening. Such a stark contrast in fortune, appearing in a pair of siblings... Tsk, tsk, unbelievable...
The old Daoist was astonished.
Elder, in all my life, Iâve seen countless people, but Iâve never encountered anyone shrouded in such a dense grey aura of misfortune. Itâs as if the Heavenly Daoâs resentment towards him has reached an absolute extreme!
I, too, have never seen such a person! According to the theories of destiny, such individuals can indeed exist in the world. However, even a typical cast-off child of the Heavenly Dao wouldnât possess an aura of misfortune as intense as hisâitâs likely he bears the concentrated misfortune of a hundred such outcasts...
the ancient voice said with a bitter laugh.
The old Daoist sighed softly.
Itâs a wonder, isnât it, that such a man is still alive. He truly is an anomaly!
Perhaps heâs just incredibly resilient,
the ancient voice continued.
Though, I can see he has an extraordinary temperament, and his cultivation base doesnât seem weak either. Itâs just that I canât see it clearly...
The old Daoist laughed, a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
Elder, on the Cangnan Continent, who could possibly be my match? Perhaps that young man in white is merely hiding his cultivation base using some Secret Technique!
Do you have something in mind?
the ancient voice asked.
The old Daoist sighed.
That young girl, her fortune is immense, with a purple aura like a dragon above her head. I want to take her as my disciple and use her luck to counteract the Curse within me...
That is one method,
the ancient voice conceded.
Youâve gone in and out five times now and can no longer leave. Now that youâve finally found such a promising candidate with a dragon-like purple aura, you naturally cannot let this opportunity pass!
The old Daoist smiled faintly, nodding with confidence.
Good, Iâll go and recruit that little girl right now!
The next moment, he vanished as if by magic.
Ye Yun, still holding Little Sevenâs hand, strolled along the streets with great interest.
"Little Seven, are you hungry? Shall I take you to eat something good?" Ye Yun asked with a smile.
Little Seven patted her stomach and asked with a giggle, "Brother, I want to eat Eight Treasures Chicken. Do you know where we can find it?"
"The largest restaurant up ahead should have it!" Ye Yun said, laughing.
They had only walked a dozen or so steps further when an old Daoist in ragged clothing at a nearby street corner shook the long banner in his hand.
"Young master, young miss, please wait a moment," the old Daoist said, his face wreathed in an amiable smile. "You both have an extraordinary bearing, clearly not ordinary people. Would you care for this old Daoist to read your fortune?"
"Read our fortune?" Ye Yun chuckled softly, giving the old Daoist a meaningful look.
This old Daoist... heâs actually using some kind of Secret Technique to conceal his real Super Divine Dragon Breath. Quite a sophisticated method...
Ye Yun didnât rush to expose him, looking instead at Little Seven.
"Brother, Iâve never had my fortune told before! Why donât we try it?" Little Seven said with a smile, her interest piqued.
Ye Yun nodded. He led Little Seven over to the old Daoist.
The old Daoist, smiling broadly, took out several Copper Coins and handed them to Little Seven.
"Young maiden, toss these Copper Coins on the ground, and this old Daoist will take a look for you..."
"Alright." Little Seven clutched the Copper Coins in both hands, nervously pressing them to her forehead. She muttered something under her breath and then abruptly cast the coins.
CLATTER!
Several Copper Coins landed on the ground.
The old Daoist glanced at them and said, somewhat stunned, "Young maiden, your divination is truly excellentâthe highest fortune! Youâve recently met a benefactor, and everything has been going smoothly for you, right?"
"You old Daoist, youâre quite accurate!" Little Seven said, grinning.
"Young maiden, this old Daoist is also proficient in physiognomy," the old Daoistâs expression suddenly turned grave. "Just now, I noticed the space between your eyebrows was a bit dark. It seems that in the near future, you will face the danger of demise..."
"Danger of demise?" Little Seven gasped, her small face turning pale with fright.
Ye Yunâs lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "You old Daoist, donât talk such nonsense! My sister is perfectly fine. How could she be in danger of demise?"
"Young master, this old Daoist is not spouting nonsense. It is the absolute truth," the old Daoist replied solemnly.