138: Liu Banxian

"The Wending Sect comes from... the Upper Heaven; it is a true supreme Sect!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression turned solemn, and no one refuted them.

The Empress's gaze suddenly sharpened, sweeping over General Pang and the others who had previously advocated for war, her voice carrying a hint of coldness: "Looking at it now, it is fortunate that Su Wenzheng strongly advised against it, and that I did not adopt the short-sighted words of certain people."

"If I had truly listened to your words then and rashly made an enemy of them, even going as far as to face them with weapons... then the ten-thousand-year Foundation of my Xuanji Immortal Kingdom would likely have been in danger of being overturned in an instant! At that time, you all would have been the eternal sinners of the Immortal Kingdom!"

Upon hearing this, General Pang and the pro-war faction turned ashen, cold sweat pouring down, and they dared not utter another word.

The Empress withdrew her gaze and looked back at Su Wenzheng, her tone returning to calm, her eyes holding a look of approval: "Su Wenzheng has performed a great service on this trip. Pass down my decree! Reward Su Wenzheng with three thousand High Grade Immortal Crystals and confer upon him the title of Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince!"

"Thank you for Your Majesty's great kindness!" Su Wenzheng hurried to kneel and bow.

"This matter shall be put to rest for now."

The Empress's voice spread throughout the hall: "From this day forward, everyone in the Immortal Kingdom is strictly forbidden from having any conflict with the Wending Sect. Furthermore, have the Secret Guard Bureau send more personnel to closely monitor the Wending Sect's movements, but they may only observe from afar. They must absolutely not approach to pry, and even more so, they must not provoke the other party!"

"Everything will await my subsequent decrees."

"We obey your decree!" The ministers responded in unison.

They all understood in their hearts that if the Wending Sect truly came from a supreme Sect of the Upper Heaven, and the Xuanji Immortal Kingdom could befriend them, or even have the Wending Sect as their backer, then they would have no more worries for the future... In the capital of the Xuanji Immortal Kingdom, on a street bustling with people.

An old man, with sloppy Taoist robes and gray hair, was swaying his head as he read the palm of a Young Master dressed in fine silk.

"Oh, Young Master, your forehead is dark and your primary star is dim. Have you been frequently having bad luck lately? Such as encountering rain when traveling, Magic Treasures malfunctioning, or even... cough, cough, foul things falling onto your head for no reason?"

The old man squinted, speaking with great earnestness.

Upon hearing this, the Young Master slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "It's divine! Truly divine! You really are a divine calculator, Great Immortal! Isn't it just so! This Young Master has been extremely unlucky lately... A few days ago, while flying on my sword, a passing Seven-Colored Cloud Crane actually relieved itself all over my head and face!"

"It's truly bad luck to death!"

"I beg the Great Immortal to point out a way out of this maze, how can I resolve this?"

He looked eager, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"...This, the difficulty is not small."

The old man deliberately kept him in suspense, stroking his few whiskers. Seeing that the Young Master didn't take the hint, he simply closed his eyes.

"Just give the money already!"

The people queuing behind were extremely dissatisfied, urging him in various ways.

The Young Master finally woke up as if from a dream and took out a bag of Immortal Crystals, handing it over: "Please, Master Immortal, save me!"

"With just this little, you dare ask Master Immortal Liu to save you!"

The people in the queue behind heckled again.

The Young Master's face turned red, and he added another heavy bag of Immortal Crystals.

The old man calmly put away the Immortal Crystals and then said slowly, "Hmm... this is 'The Yearly Cycle Offending a Small Sparrow,' it's no matter. Three million miles from here, there is a Breeze City. Outside the south gate of Breeze City, there is a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Affinity Tree that is quite spiritual..."

"Young Master can go under that tree and meditate sincerely for three months, absorbing the spirit tree's pure Qi to cleanse the bad luck, and it will naturally be resolved."

"Thank you, Great Immortal! Thank you, Great Immortal!" The Young Master left with a thousand thanks and great joy.

"Next."

Liu the Half-Immortal put on an air of immortal elegance, but his gaze inconspicuously swept over the crowd, looking for fat sheep to be slaughtered.

Lin Chen stood not far away, quietly watching this scene.

"This old man... is a fraud."

He had observed for a long time. In the long queue in front of the old man's fortune-telling stall, most were shills, and only a few were actually there for fortune-telling; the Young Master who was just cheated was one of them.

With a look from the Cave Heaven True Eye, the old man's information was fully revealed.

[Name: Liu Several Paths (nicknamed Liu the Half-Immortal)]

[Realm: Earth Immortal Middle Stage]

[Talent: Heavenly Secrets Saint Body]

[Identity: Emperor of the Middle Ancient Period of the Cangxuan Realm, the last Pavilion Master of the Tianji Pavilion]

[Background: Once used a Black and White Chessboard to shroud the Heavenly Secrets and steal a glimmer of life, successfully achieving Ascension... During the Ascension, he suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, his Foundation was damaged, and his Saint Body was flawed... After arriving at Lingxuan Heaven, he had no old friends and no backer, so he could only mingle at the bottom, making a living through divination... In reality, his heart is proud and he has never forgotten his roots...]

"Cangxuan Realm... Tianji Pavilion Master... Liu Several Paths, Liu the Half-Immortal?"

Lin Chen was slightly surprised.

He had thought this old man was purely a fraud, but he didn't expect him to actually have some genuine talent and learning.

Previously, Liu the Half-Immortal had guided Yang Hao to the Endless Wasteland, which led to the subsequent matter of taking a master. Lin Chen had also heard about this from Yang Hao and was slightly curious about Liu the Half-Immortal, not expecting to meet him here.

But what surprised him even more was... that Liu the Half-Immortal actually came from the Cangxuan Realm!

This is a damn fellow countryman!

Just as he was about to step forward to talk, suddenly, a tall and straight figure took the lead and sat on the stool opposite Liu the Half-Immortal.

The newcomer was a young man wearing a washed-out green Taoist robe. His face was handsome but bore the marks of hardships, and his eyes were deep, as if containing the eternal starry sky. His cultivation was impressively at the Earth Immortal Late Stage.

"Senior Half-Immortal, I have long heard of your great name."

The young man cupped his hands, his voice gentle but giving off an inexplicably irresistible feeling: "I would like to ask the Half-Immortal for a divination."

Liu the Half-Immortal lifted his eyelids: "What do you want to calculate?"

"Calculate... when will my Sect... rise and be restored?" the young man said slowly, his tone calm yet revealing a deep obsession.

Liu the Half-Immortal glanced at him, asked for some basic information, and then, as usual, extended his withered fingers to begin divining, muttering under his breath.

At first, it was still calm, but after a few breaths, his face suddenly turned pale, and his body trembled violently, as if he had touched some unviewable forbidden Domain. With a "poof," he actually spat out a small mouthful of fresh blood, staining the divination stall in front of him!

"Fel... Fellow Daoist!"

Liu the Half-Immortal's Qi was in disarray, and he looked at the young man with full horror, waving his hands repeatedly, his voice carrying fear: "Please leave! This divination... this little immortal cannot calculate it, cannot calculate it!"

The young man frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat puzzled: "Why can it not be calculated? The price is negotiable."

Lin Chen, watching from the side, was speechless and secretly complained: "Is this guy missing a string in his brain? The fortune-teller is already spitting blood, and he still asks why? He's clearly stumbled into something big!"

"It's not a matter of money; this little immortal still wants to live a few more years."

"I can pay more."

"..."

While the two were back and forth, Lin Chen's mind moved, and the Cave Heaven True Eye silently swept over the young man.

Suddenly, Lin Chen's pupils constricted, and his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Immortal Venerable?"

"What Realm is he exactly?"