The sight left Qi Hao and the others stunned.
A fortune-teller?
To dare carry a banner proclaiming "The Immortal Guides the Way" in Fengyue City? He must have some real skill!
After all…
Fengyue City was filled with cultivators!
To hold up such a banner and not get beaten down meant this man was no ordinary figure.
The group scrutinized the old man.
Despite his tattered robes, his white hair and beard gave him an air of ethereal wisdom, like a sage who had attained the Dao.
Ji Changfeng looked at the old man with interest.
Zhou Yixian?!
The most mysterious figure in the Zhuxian world?
To think I'd encounter him here.
Ji Changfeng rested one hand on the divine sword at his waist, smiling faintly as he watched, curious to see what tricks Zhou Yixian had up his sleeve.
Meanwhile, Qi Hao glanced at Ji Changfeng.
Seeing no indication that he intended to engage, Qi Hao took the initiative, stepping forward and bowing to Zhou Yixian. "Senior, are you also a member of the Daoist path?"
"What brings you to stop us?"
"This old man is Zhou Yixian, a mere wanderer, hardly a true member of the Daoist path," Zhou Yixian said with a cheerful laugh, stroking his beard. His gaze subtly drifted to Ji Changfeng.
Cough, cough…
"There's no grand purpose in stopping you," he continued. "I simply saw your extraordinary aura and profound techniques and wished to make your acquaintance."
"Are you disciples of the Qingyun Sect?"
Zhou Yixian had pinpointed their identities with a single sentence.
He also cast a quick glance at the three-tailed fox and the six-tailed fox in her arms, though he swiftly looked away.
Qi Hao's eyes widened in shock.
He saw through our identities just like that?
Could this man truly be a master?
Uncertain, Qi Hao glanced at Ji Changfeng, his eyes hesitant.
"Since Senior is a fortune-teller, would you mind reading my fate?" Ji Changfeng asked, stepping forward with a playful smile.
"Easily done, easily done…" Zhou Yixian replied with a grin.
He pointed to a nearby tavern. "Why don't we sit there? It'll give this old man a chance to examine your features closely."
"Very well!" Ji Changfeng agreed readily.
He led the way toward the tavern, with Qi Hao and the others following closely.
At the tavern, Zhou Yixian guided them to a corner where a table was littered with scraps of food. A young girl sat nearby.
Petite and delicate, her cheeks rosy, she looked no older than eight or nine. Seeing Zhou Yixian, her face lit up with a bright smile. "Grandpa, did you bring someone to pay the bill?"
"…" Zhou Yixian's expression froze.
He hurriedly covered his granddaughter's mouth, shooting her a stern glare and whispering, "You've eaten your fill, and you still can't keep quiet?!"
Turning back, he gave an awkward smile.
Ji Changfeng was watching him with a knowing, amused expression.
Cough, cough. "Please, sit, everyone. This is my granddaughter, Xiao Huan. She's young and doesn't know better—please don't mind her," Zhou Yixian said, clearing his throat.
His gaze settled on Ji Changfeng, and with a shameless grin, he added, "Young friend, take a seat, and let this old man take a good look at your face."
Ji Changfeng shook his head. Pointing to Xiao Huan, he said, "Senior, could your granddaughter read my fortune instead?"
"What?!" Zhou Yixian blinked, startled.
Lu Xueqi and the others looked at Ji Changfeng with confusion.
Have this little girl read his fortune?
What is Junior Brother Ji up to?
Though puzzled, they said nothing.
If Ji Changfeng was doing this, he must have a reason.
They'd just watch quietly.
Zhou Yixian hesitated. "Young friend, are you serious? My granddaughter knows a bit about divination, but she's still young and inexperienced…"
"No matter," Ji Changfeng said with a casual wave.
He wasn't entirely sure about Zhou Yixian. The man might have real skill, but…
He was shrouded in mystery!
Xiao Huan, though young, was genuinely skilled in divination.
Ji Changfeng approached her with a gentle smile. "Little Sister Xiao Huan, can you read my fortune?"
Xiao Huan blinked, glancing at her grandfather as if asking—Should I do it?
Zhou Yixian quickly winked back.
Do it!
Who else is going to pay our bill?!
Xiao Huan understood.
Smiling brightly at Ji Changfeng, she asked, "Big Brother, what do you want to know?"
"Let's read my future," Ji Changfeng said thoughtfully.
Xiao Huan nodded, pulling out paper and a brush. "Big Brother, write a character here—numbers or words, anything will do."
Ji Changfeng took the brush and, without hesitation, wrote the character "nine."
Xiao Huan blinked, studying the "nine" on the paper, then glanced at Ji Changfeng, as if reading his features.
After a moment, she said in a crisp voice, "Big Brother, in the Daoist path, nine represents the ultimate. Your future…"
"Can be summed up in eight words."
"Which eight words?" Ji Changfeng asked with a faint smile.
Lu Xueqi and the others leaned in, curious.
Xiao Huan didn't answer directly. Instead, she picked up her brush and wrote—In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme!
The group was stunned.
Ji Changfeng only smiled faintly.
He tossed a piece of silver to Zhou Yixian, then patted Xiao Huan's head. "Thank you for the auspicious words, Xiao Huan."
Zhou Yixian grinned, stroking the silver in his hands.
Lu Xueqi hesitated, then stepped forward to Xiao Huan. "Xiao Huan, could you read my fortune too?"
"Hm?" Xiao Huan blinked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Big Sister, you don't need to say it—I know what you want to know."
"You do?" Lu Xueqi was taken aback.
"Yep!" Xiao Huan nodded enthusiastically, pointing at Ji Changfeng. "Big Sister, you want to know about your marriage, right? Don't worry—you and this Big Brother are fated!"
"What?!" Lu Xueqi's face flushed crimson, and she quickly turned away, avoiding everyone's gazes.
Ji Changfeng shook his head with a chuckle.
Standing up, he patted Xiao Huan's head again, then turned to Lu Xueqi. "Xueqi, prepare a warm cup of wine for me."
"Hm?!" Lu Xueqi blinked, puzzled. "Junior Brother Ji, where are you going?"
Qi Hao and the others looked over.
Ji Changfeng smiled faintly. "To investigate Ancestor Fengyue."
With that, he stepped out of the tavern, transforming into a dazzling sword arc that shot into the sky.
In the next moment, a clear, resonant voice echoed through all of Fengyue City.
"Fengyue, come out and face your death!"
"???"
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