100: I've only killed a few hundred million people.

It was evident that calling Venerable Nezha's skills subpar had dealt a significant blow to his ego.

After all, if you called him a mere combat grunt, he would just laugh it off.

But if you called Venerable Nezha a noob, he would get genuinely upset, because he truly was one.

Nezha replied glumly, "Good evening. What's your rank? What positions do you specialize in?"

Tang Gao awkwardly touched his nose. "I can play any position. I haven't played in a while and my rank has dropped, but if you want to duo queue, Teacher, I can rank up again later."

Nezha's expression brightened considerably. He jumped off the sofa, looked up slightly at the young man in front of him, and said, "Alright, I'm going to change clothes. I'll take you for a divination and a blessing."

Tang Gao muttered to himself, wondering why this teacher was so fixated on divination, but he didn't say much. "Okay."

How strange, was this stuff really that important?

Tang Gao had conducted some tests on himself and found that whenever information related to his own important matters was involved, any divination would become vague, unclear, or simply block the heavenly secrets.

He had also obtained some corroboration from Senior Brother Liu's attitude and behavior from time to time.

Tang Gao was very confident about this and was not afraid of divination.

Nezha changed into casual clothes, called Tang Gao downstairs, got into a campus car, then took a taxi after leaving campus to the subway. He played games, swinging his legs on the subway, and soon arrived in front of a Daoist temple called Buling Daoist Temple.

Buling Daoist Temple is a famous Daoist temple built in Qingcheng. It is rumored that blessings here are very effective, and the Daoists here are very skilled in divination, often guiding guests to change their fate, earning them widespread renown.

Even at night, the Daoist temple was lively. There was also a snack street nearby, with people coming and going, occasionally laughing or looking serious, passing through the temple's main gate to enter for blessings and divination.

Tang Gao found it quite novel; this was something his hometown didn't have.

Nezha bought two sugar-coated hawthorn skewers. He licked one himself and gave the other to Tang Gao. "The situation has been too volatile recently. I originally planned to do a divination for you myself to see if you, kid, would die young.

But today's events were sudden, and I'm not confident in my own skills, so I specifically brought you to see Daoist Zhang. His divination skills are very strong, and I'll feel much more at ease if he does it."

Tang Gao was speechless. "Teacher, who divines whether someone will die young as soon as they walk in?"

Nezha shrugged. "It's better to not believe in fate than to believe in it completely. I've always scoffed at this thing called fate. Although I think it's a piece of trash...

However, some people are indeed proficient in this Dao and can use their professional skills to provide us with some help, which can be referenced dialectically."

Tang Gao was curious. "How do you reference it?"

Nezha chuckled. "A twitch in the left eye means wealth, that's good luck. A twitch in the right eye means disaster, that's feudal superstition."

Tang Gao: "..."

Very good, clearly a person from Xia Kingdom; this excellent tradition must not be lost.

Nezha, halfway through his skewer, pointed with it at a Daoist setting up a stall ahead. "Alright, we're here. Just ask him."

Tang Gao looked him over curiously. He was a middle-aged Daoist with a white beard, sitting at a small table with a Bagua diagram and some incomprehensible ancient texts on it. To his left was a flagpole with the words:

"Seeking gods and divination is not as good as having ability yourself."

"Divining and seeking the Dao is not as good as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."

He was a Daoist with quite a style and quite interesting.

There was no one else in front of the small table. Nezha directly plonked himself down and slapped the table. "Old Zhang, stop looking at your broken books. Business is here. Quickly, do a divination for my disciple."

Daoist Zhang, who was looking down at his book, looked up at the sound. Seeing it was Nezha, he smiled and said, "You never come unless you need something. I can't believe there's a day when you, you brat, actually come to me for help."

Nezha looked displeased, slapping the table. "What do you mean 'ask you for help'? Do you believe I'll smash your disciple's Buling Daoist Temple?"

Daoist Zhang rolled his eyes, showing his displeasure at this rude fellow. "If you want your disciple to get a divination, then move aside! What are you doing sitting there?"

Nezha coughed twice, shifted his butt, and moved aside. "Alright, alright, sorry. No, wait, did you just insult me?"

Daoist Zhang stroked his beard and smiled. "Since you're nothing, then move aside and let your disciple come."

Nezha was so angry he rolled up his sleeves. "Do you believe I'll flip your broken table right now!"

"Alright, I'm not messing with you anymore, little fellow, come here, I'll tell your fortune."

Nezha grumbled as he put his hands down, then pushed Tang Gao onto the chair. "I'm telling you, this old guy has a foul mouth; he just loves to insult people."

Tang Gao looked at his grumbling teacher, then at the elegant Daoist Zhang opposite him, who insulted people without using vulgar words, and could only offer an awkward but polite smile.

Daoist Zhang glanced at Tang Gao twice, then looked at Nezha. "Tell me, what should I divine for him?"

Nezha's expression became serious. He pulled a nearby stool over and sat down, saying earnestly, "Divine his karma of killing. Before, I observed a towering blood-red aura to the north, and I'm afraid this kid will get entangled in the karma of killing and be unable to transcend."

Daoist Zhang took out a clean white jade tablet from a drawer and smiled. "Alright, before the divination, little fellow, do you have anything to say?"

Tang Gao was curious. "What should I say?"

Daoist Zhang stroked his beard, chuckling. "Anything, preferably something happy, to get a good omen."

Tang Gao smiled and said, "Today's sugar-coated hawthorn skewer was delicious."

Daoist Zhang nodded in satisfaction and began to cast his spell. "A pure heart, a good talent."

The white jade tablet began to emit a faint glow.

Daoist Zhang chuckled and explained, "If red threads appear on this white jade tablet, it means you, little fellow, will be somewhat involved with the karma of killing... what?"

Daoist Zhang stopped mid-sentence, watching wide-eyed as a dense red tide rose from the bottom of the white jade tablet, like water filling up, swiftly rising and instantly dyeing the entire white jade tablet crimson.

Tang Gao offered a polite but awkward smile. "Daoist Priest, does this white jade tablet need repair?"

Daoist Zhang looked at him, utterly speechless. "How many people have you killed?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement made with certainty.

Nezha stared speechlessly at the red jade tablet. He had been worried about the little fellow getting entangled in the karma of killing, but now, no matter how he looked at it, this kid was doing everyone a favor by not stirring up a chaotic era of slaughter.

Tang Gao lightly coughed, covering his mouth, and humbly said, "Two or three people, I guess."

Daoist Zhang stared straight at him, raising the red jade tablet in his hand. "My jade tablet is crimson."

Tang Gao silently looked up at the sky. "Two or three hundred, perhaps. I can't quite remember."

Daoist Zhang glared at him, his tone hardening. "Crimson!"

Tang Gao turned his head away. "Two or three thousand? Really, my memory isn't very good."

Daoist Zhang tapped the table with his finger, his tone rising. "Are you asking me to use a better white jade tablet to divine for you again?"

Tang Gao looked at Daoist Zhang, trying his best to appear sincere. "Two or three tens of thousands, truly no more."

Daoist Zhang directly shoved the red jade tablet back into the drawer, raising his hand. "See them out. I'm not divining anymore."

Are you fooling ghosts?

Tang Gao quickly stood up and apologized, "It's not much, just a few hundred thousand, really not much."

Nezha looked at him, speechless. Even he, the teacher, was too embarrassed to maintain his little disciple's Face anymore. "Just tell the truth, how many people have you actually killed? A few hundred thousand wouldn't give this color.

Don't even say millions; the total number of living beings I've killed is only a few million, and even that doesn't match your color."

Tang Gao sat on the stool, helplessly. "Maybe ten million? Or possibly close to a hundred million? I don't remember either; who counts when they're slaughtering...?"

Daoist Zhang, his Face dark, looked at Nezha. "I think karma of killing generally won't trouble him; he generally troubles the karma of killing. I don't need to explain, do I?"

A towering blood-red aura and being entangled in the karma of killing would be a natural disaster for ordinary people.

This one, however, was different.

He himself was the natural disaster.

Nezha covered his Face. "Divination on his state of mind, then. My request isn't high, just that he doesn't fall into the Demonic Path."

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