Chapter 1483: 69 Divination

Chapter 1483: Chapter 69 Divination

At this moment, the Daoist practitioner’s hair stood on end!

Although his experiences in the Immortal Cultivation World weren’t all that vast,

at this moment, his head lit up with spiritual light, and he immediately sensed an unprecedented peril.

“Horror! It must be because I blabbered carelessly about the Wind earlier, and someone overheard me, but where around here could there be a Great Cultivator?”

“It must be at least a Foundation Establishment Master!”

Alarmed, the Daoist practitioner thought to himself.

But being quick-witted, upon realizing the other party had only trapped him but not made a move, he immediately perked up.

Though he was facing away, the Daoist practitioner nevertheless squeezed out a smile and said in an urgent voice:

“Hehe, which senior is jesting with I, the inferior cultivator?”

“I was merely blathering with my lips; if I have offended the senior, I beg your forgiveness…”

“Oh, really? You didn’t see anything, then?”

No sooner had he finished speaking, the Daoist practitioner heard the voice of the person behind him.

The voice was deep and distant, as if close at hand yet also as though it was extremely far away.

However, one couldn’t discern any emotion in the voice.

Unable to gauge the other’s intentions, the Daoist practitioner became even more tense, pleading repeatedly:

“Truly, it was just blabbering, with my insignificant Qi Refining level, how could I see anything? I beseech the senior to be magnanimous, I shall leave forthwith, this instant.”

As his words ended and a brief pause followed the Daoist practitioner suddenly felt a loosening around him; the immense strength that had completely bound him instantly released.

The Daoist practitioner, now freed, landed a bit shakily, looking down at the many layers of clouds so high that the ground was almost out of sight, trembling with fear but also heaving a great sigh of relief, without the slightest thought of running away.

If he were to fall from here, even as a Qi Refining Stage III cultivator, he would smash into a pulp and meet an utterly irrevocable death.

He was just about to enjoy the good life, he absolutely couldn’t perish halfway through his journey.

The Daoist practitioner was well aware of his own limited strength; even if he were on the ground, running desperately, he would inevitably be caught by this mysterious Great Cultivator.

Conversely, cooperating well might still offer him a chance to survive.

Thinking this, the Daoist practitioner swiftly turned around, not daring to look further, and hurriedly bowed to that person.

He repeated urgently, “A thousand wrongs, ten thousand wrongs, they are all my fault, I hope the senior will not take it to heart…”

The voice stopped suddenly.

He looked at the figure before him in a daze.

His gaze was not fixed solely on the figure, but rather on the empty space above the figure’s head.

His expression astonished.

As if he had witnessed an inconceivable sight.

Seeing the Daoist practitioner looking his way, the man also smiled lightly, his eyes seemingly filled with profound meaning.

At that moment.

The Daoist practitioner jolted with shock!

As if inspired by some flicker of spiritual light, he bowed deeply and respectfully to the other party, saying:

“An insignificant cultivator from the countryside, pays homage to the Immortal!”

“With the Immortal before me, I dare not hide anything. I am here based on a Familial Secret Skill that divines fortune and misfortune; thus I came to collect, never expecting to encounter the Immortal.”

“It is my fortune to have met you across three lifetimes.”

Seeing the Daoist practitioner so cooperative, Wang Ba was also somewhat surprised.

He had thought that if this Daoist practitioner weren’t cooperative, he would simply use the power of the Yin God to bewitch him.

He hadn’t expected the Daoist practitioner to be so worldly-wise, and he couldn’t help but tease: “That’s not what you were saying just now.”

Seeing that Wang Ba seemed approachable, the Daoist practitioner immediately said earnestly:

“Before I saw the true countenance of the Immortal, how could I dare to conceal it afterwards?”

Wang Ba laughed upon hearing this, his eyes sweeping over the Daoist practitioner’s fingers performing calculations within the sleeves; he began to speculate.

Clearly, the Daoist practitioner had some genuine ability, most likely having calculated something.

Without further ado, he bluntly asked:

“Can you divine my origins?”

The Daoist practitioner hesitated for a moment, first nodding, then shaking his head.

He replied honestly: “I dare not.”

Wang Ba found this somewhat curious:

“Why not?”

The Daoist practitioner spoke frankly:

“With the Immortal’s cultivation reaching the heavens, just one glance from me was like facing the great sun, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open, how could I dare to divine the Immortal’s origins?”

However, Wang Ba detected the reservations in the Daoist practitioner’s words.

His mind stirring a bit, his expression turned cold as he said in a slightly frigid tone: “Earlier you said you dared not, now it’s cannot, in the end, can you or can you not?”

The Daoist practitioner, sensing the change in the other’s demeanor, instantly trembled, and his voice shook involuntarily:

“Im-Immortal, I did not mean to hide it deliberately; it’s just that I can only divine things related to me. If our cultivation realms are too far apart, I may still manage to deduce some simple things, but the cost is indeed too great, beyond what I can endure.”

Wang Ba’s thoughts raced.

Realizing that the other’s heartbeat, breathing, and other signs were normal, he believed him somewhat.

After all, it would be quite exaggerated for a mere Qi Refining cultivator to divine Song Dongyang’s reincarnation if he could do it alone.

A price to pay made more sense.

With that in mind, he grew curious:

“What’s the cost?”

The Daoist practitioner hesitated, but seeing Wang Ba’s expression darken again, he steeled himself and said:

“It requires the use of some sentient Divination Tools, such as Shi Grass or tortoise shells. Of course, on top of that, this Familial Secret Skill which I have inherited, also consumes a certain amount of Lifespan. The higher the realm of the subject of the divination, the more Lifespan it consumes.”

“Tortoise shells… Lifespan?”

Wang Ba’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

But then he looked at the elderly Daoist with some skepticism:

“At your age, surely you don’t have much Lifespan to use, right?”