226: Chapter 226 Clay Bodhisattva, A Prediction of Fate

Golden, fragmented light spilled down, illuminating the maple leaves; they were as red as fire and as yellow as gold, rustling whenever the wind blew.

In the distance, the Maple Leaf Forest stretched out in an unbroken expanse, with waves of red rolling like magma, and the air carried a faint, fresh fragrance of plants and trees.

In the open space ahead, hundreds of youths had gathered, and these people were not merely looking up.

Many took out monster hide, spread it on the ground, and laid out medicinal pills, rare treasures, and natural resources...

Good heavens, they were setting up shop right on the spot; indeed, quite a few people were browsing the stalls.

Conversations began to rise, though the voices were low, as if they were afraid of being overheard.

"Interesting!" A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Hun Tiandi's mouth as he murmured.

The group behind him scattered to search for the items they needed, and just as Hun Tiandi was about to set up his own stall, a voice sounded beside him.

"Tsk tsk, this young man is all alone; if I am not mistaken, I fear you have also come for Fairy Tianyin of Sound Valley."

"Do you want to know about the deeds of Fairy Tianyin? Come, let's chat about it in detail over here..."

At this moment, as Hun Tiandi looked up, a middle-aged man in hempen clothes appeared beside him, his body hunched, holding a phantom-like compass in his hand.

What was strange was that the compass was not flat; it seemed to be three-dimensional, with eighteen rings revolving around the center, flipping up and down like a sphere.

His voice was filled with a sense of the vicissitudes of life.

An aura of indifference toward the world reached his ears.

With a flip of his hand, he put away the compass. The middle-aged man in hempen clothes had a large number of pustules covering the right side of his face, making him look extremely hideous.

He pulled Hun Tiandi to one side, and upon hearing his confident words, Hun Tiandi followed him to a corner of the Maple Leaf Forest.

"What do you want to know? In this tiny corner of the Fighting Qi Continent, there is nothing this old man does not know; as for matters concerning Sound Valley, I have you covered."

"Hehe, my name is Mud Bodhisattva! I calculate the heavens, the earth, and all living beings..."

Hun Tiandi looked at the crazed middle-aged man, a hint of interest appearing in the depths of his eyes, his face indifferent as he scrutinized the person before him.

"However, if you want to know information, you must pay a price!" Mud Bodhisattva spoke slowly.

"Oh? What is the price? How can I confirm that your information is true? If it is fake, wouldn't I be losing money?"

Hun Tiandi was not in a rush to ask, but instead addressed the hideous face of Mud Bodhisattva.

"Rest assured, I, Mud Bodhisattva, keep my word and do not cheat the young or the old; as long as you can afford the price, everything is negotiable!"

"You can ask whatever you want; the information is precious, so the prices vary."

"If you want to know about Fairy Tianyin, it is not expensive—just one tier-eight, five-colored medicinal pill, or a century-old medicinal herb... Interested?"

Mud Bodhisattva was like a salesman, speaking with great eloquence.

In Hun Tiandi's eyes, this old fellow was somewhat unreliable.

"The matter of Fairy Tianyin is not urgent. If you truly have ability, I want to know where the Dou Di of the Fighting Qi Continent have all gone? Why has the Source Qi for advancing to Dou Di disappeared? Where are there Heavenly Flames?"

Hun Tiandi smiled indifferently, firing three consecutive questions as if delivering a strike from a Dou Sheng, smashing them toward Mud Bodhisattva.

His pitch-black eyes landed on Mud Bodhisattva, observing the changes in his expression.

"Good fellow, you are truly impolite, young man!" Upon hearing the three questions, Mud Bodhisattva suddenly stood up, pointing a trembling finger at Hun Tiandi.

A hint of interest increased.

"It seems you are not omnipotent!" Hun Tiandi said.

"Young man, it is not that I do not know the answers to these three questions, but that you cannot afford the price!" Mud Bodhisattva spoke slowly.

"After advancing, Dou Di are summoned to a mysterious world. As for Source Qi? It is the key to advancing to Dou Di; the world underwent a great change, and Source Qi was cut off. As for Heavenly Flames, back then a little fellow swallowed Heavenly Flames and advanced to Dou Di, calling himself the Flame Emperor; of course, Heavenly Flames still exist on the Fighting Qi Continent!"

You cannot afford the price for such information; even if you sold yourself, it would be useless!

Upon hearing this, Hun Tiandi's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he saw that the old fellow had some ability.

"What if I want to know? What price is required?"

"The price I want is extremely high. Do you have a ten-thousand-year White Jade Ginseng? Can you afford a branch from the Bodhi Ancient Tree? Do you have a Life Source Seed?"

Mud Bodhisattva looked at Hun Tiandi mockingly, knowing full well he could not afford it.

"Actually, there is still a ten-thousand-year White Jade Ginseng in the medicinal field of the Time Tower, and the Bodhi Ancient Tree is in the Netherworld, so taking a branch is not a problem. As for the Life Source Seed, I have never heard of it..."

But he would absolutely not take them out.

"Kid, let me calculate your fortune!" Mud Bodhisattva suddenly said, a compass appearing in his hand as eighteen halos of light rotated.

He extracted a wisp of Hun Tiandi's aura, which fell into the compass, making a clicking sound.

Inside the pitch-black compass, six lines of small characters appeared as a prophecy.

"An alien soul from beyond the heavens appears, a soul spanning two lifetimes, a blood scripture with ten thousand shadow bodies, the master of ten thousand souls in the Netherworld, demonic arts create a sea of blood, reincarnation suppresses the Great Thousand World."

"An alien soul? Soul and Netherworld appear, blood scripture? Ten thousand souls? Demonic arts? Sea of blood? Reincarnation..."

When mentioning reincarnation, Mud Bodhisattva's tone was solemn; to think that a mere youth was connected to such massive karma.

"This is..." Hun Tiandi's expression remained normal, but a monstrous wave surged in his heart.

"A bit interesting!" A look of solemnity appeared on Mud Bodhisattva's face; he had not expected that the random youth he pulled aside would be so mysterious.

Hun Tiandi did not say anything.

Mud Bodhisattva waved his hand, and the compass disappeared from before his eyes. He turned his head to look at Hun Tiandi, a look of surprise in his eyes.

Looking at his eyes, he was startled.

"King's Aura? You actually possess the King's Aura; if not for the 'Great Thousand Compass' connecting with the feng shui of heaven and earth just now, I would not have noticed. You are truly not simple!"

Mud Bodhisattva said suddenly.

"What is it, Senior? Seeing the King's Aura, do you want to follow this young man..." Hun Tiandi said slowly.

Mud Bodhisattva looked at Hun Tiandi solemnly, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"It is not impossible to consider, but you are too weak right now..." Mud Bodhisattva said slowly.

Only after calculating that fortune just now did Hun Tiandi realize the terrifying nature of Mud Bodhisattva; he was too strange, too frightening.

He had almost laid bare his trump cards.

Hun Tiandi flipped his hand and took out two jade bottles, sharing the spirit wine with Mud Bodhisattva, one bottle each, and they began to drink gulpingly.

"This wine..." Mud Bodhisattva smelled it, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out. His eyes flashed with a sharp light; in the Fighting Qi Continent, he had never tasted such wine.

It contained rich energy and was refreshing to the heart and spleen.

Ding dong...

At this moment, deep in the Maple Leaf Forest, there was a huge valley. On the side, a stone stele bore the characters "Sound Valley," written in a vigorous and graceful calligraphy, exuding a mysterious aura.

It presented an elegant and ancient scene to the observer.

Inside the valley, above a lake, countless lotus flowers were in full bloom, emitting a rich, fresh fragrance that spread with the wind.

Two stunningly beautiful women were sitting under a pavilion.

One was in her thirties, exuding a mature aura, as if she were a perfectly ripe peach, extremely eye-catching.

Her noble temperament was by no means inferior to any peerless beauty, and her naturally emitted aura was mesmerizing.

Opposite her was a young girl wearing a veil, dressed in white robes, with exquisite curves, towering peaks, and three thousand strands of dark hair cascading down to her willow-like waist.

Her fair, jade-like fingers were slender and perfect.

Although her face could not be seen clearly due to the veil, it was certainly not an ordinary countenance, and she exuded an elegant aura.

On the jade table in front of her sat a cyan seven-stringed zither.