"Of course, Your Excellency! I’m quite skilled!" Daoist Bai declared cheerfully, but her boast came to an abrupt halt.
In front of her stood about ten individuals, all dressed uniformly in blue attire with swords adorned with cloud engravings on their sleeves. The one leading them had sharp features, with sword-like brows and bright, piercing eyes, and emanated a powerful, unmistakable celestial aura. Bai Shuo swallowed hard. Oh dear, a group of Celestial Lords from the upper echelons.
Blue attire and cloud motifs? They were clearly from Yun Xiao Mountain. Could this… could this man be Nan Wan?
Wait a moment—weren't all the young disciples supposed to have already departed for the foreign city? Tomorrow would be the day the city closed. Why were they still wandering around Nan Hai?
Bai Shuo’s thoughts wandered as she stared at the leader, while the man himself grew visibly impatient. "Is your fortune-telling accurate or not?" he asked coolly.
"Yes, yes, absolutely!" Bai Shuo snapped back to the present. Noticing curious onlookers around, she lowered her voice. "What would Your Excellency like to know?"
While Bai Shuo was sizing up Nan Wan, Nan Wan was also scrutinizing the scruffy, bearded figure before him.
Was this haphazard character, recommended by Shun Feng Pavilion, really capable of divination?
His companion behind him, clearly skeptical, leaned in and muttered, "Senior Brother, there are countless frauds peddling fake divination across the realms. I don’t think this one has any real skills."
Nan Wan frowned, just about to respond, when Bai Shuo, shaking her shabby fan, spoke up.
"Sir, you built your foundation a hundred years ago, born in a literary family in the Jiangnan region. You have an elder brother and sister; your father passed away young, but your mother lived a long, peaceful life, cared for by her children until her final days," she said, glancing at the disciple. "Is that correct?"
The disciple’s face shifted, and Nan Wan gave him a knowing look. Indeed, she had recounted his life history without a single mistake. This scruffy Daoist had real skill.
Maintaining a dignified expression, Bai Shuo discreetly fiddled with the tortoiseshell in her hand. Trembling slightly, she sneaked a glance at their reactions and then, reassured, let out a sigh of relief.
She had truly hit the jackpot—the old tortoiseshell from the medicine hut was even able to reveal the fortunes of immortals!
With a thud, a finely crafted qiankun pouch landed on Bai Shuo’s small stall, almost punching a hole through the rickety wood. The pouch was slightly open, and as Bai Shuo peered inside, she saw a dazzling display of riches.
Heavens, at least thirty spirit pearls! Such wealth!
"You’ve got a talent, Daoist. Consider this a deposit if you’re willing to help me with something," Nan Wan said.
Just a deposit? Bai Shuo’s eyes shone with excitement. She reached out, clutching the qiankun pouch as if it were her lifeline, her face lighting up with a pleased smile. "I wonder what this humble Daoist could assist Your Excellency with?" she asked eagerly.
"Finding something. You’ll need to travel, and the deadline is three days," Nan Wan replied concisely. Bai Shuo’s hand stilled as she realized his intention.
The foreign city suppressed the spiritual powers of both immortals and demons, and with strangers to guard the city, finding the Wu Tong tree heart would be akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Nan Wan wanted to use her divination to gain an advantage!
An elite immortal clan using trickery in a grand three-realm event—wasn’t he afraid of being discovered by the higher-ups?
Ah, of course. The rules of this competition simply required the tree heart to be found within three days. They said nothing about using unusual methods. Even if others discovered his strategy, they would simply sneer. Compared to gaining a divine Wu Tong artifact, idle gossip was insignificant.
Seeing her hesitation, Nan Wan narrowed his eyes. "If you agree, in addition to ample payment, I can ensure your entry into the Immortal Sect."
A rare opportunity indeed. The half-immortals around them gasped, recognizing the prestige of Yun Xiao’s disciples.
"Entry into the Immortal Sect" could mean a meteoric rise!
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