Turning Misfortune into Blessing, Heaven-Grade Destiny

Zhao Huai was on his way back to the pawnshop.

After an afternoon, the search finally ended, and the shops on the street were open again.

Zhao Huai saw a line of text appear before his eyes.

[Reversing misfortune, turning calamity into blessing, fate thrives.]

This meant that the marriage he had just agreed to had triggered the attribute of turning misfortune into blessing by chance, so he would receive even more generous rewards.

That was how he had just obtained a wisp of Purple Light.

Zhao Huai examined it carefully.

[Heavenly Heart Wisdom Eye (Heaven-Grade Low-Rank)]: A powerful fate, granting you extraordinary comprehension talent. You can master any supernatural power, spell, mental cultivation technique, or cultivation method with just a glance.

When he saw this purple Heaven-Grade fate, Zhao Huai was completely stunned.

In a single day, he had obtained several fates in succession, especially the Earth-Grade Great Luck Overhead. He was already very content, but he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise! Bright, deep purple light filled his mind, appearing incomparably noble and elegant.

[Absorb?]

As long as he absorbed this fate, he could quickly master and become proficient in any cultivation method.

Zhao Huai's mood was undoubtedly very excited.

"Absorb it immediately."

As Zhao Huai spoke, the purple light bloomed.

A warm, fiery sensation surged up, enveloping his entire body.

Unconsciously, Zhao Huai felt that many of the confusions he had encountered while practicing swordsmanship and boxing had been solved, and he also remembered the forgotten content of the cultivation methods, becoming able to remember everything he saw.

This feeling was like eating memory bread.

The difference was that it had a large extension on the basis of the original knowledge, as if it could automatically think.

This was a huge improvement in the understanding of martial arts, simply a qualitative leap.

Zhao Huai couldn't help but murmur, "This Heavenly Heart Wisdom Eye is indeed a Heaven-Grade fate, it's really powerful. I feel that the swordsmanship I learned a year ago is simply like a clumsy skill, a roadside stall technique, very simple and easy to understand. I studied it for a full half a year before, but now I have thoroughly understood it with just a little pondering."

"The value of a Heaven-Grade fate!"

Zhao Huai couldn't wish for more fates like this.

Unfortunately, such fates were extremely difficult to obtain. This time, it was because he triggered "turning misfortune into blessing" and received a blessing, otherwise it would have been impossible to obtain.

In the dark, Zhao Huai also felt that this fate he obtained seemed to be related to the event he divined.

It was just that he couldn't summarize the pattern for the time being.

After a while, he passed through the Wide and Narrow Alley and walked along Yang City Street.

Zhao Huai had already returned to the Huai Pawnshop.

Arriving at the back door, he took out the key and aimed it at the lock.

Just as he was about to insert it, his hand stopped at the door, suspended in mid-air.

Because he had discovered something was wrong.

When he locked the door before leaving, a wisp of wall dust fell on the threshold.

Why was it gone now? Zhao Huai's eyes turned, he put away the key, squatted down, and checked the carpet under his feet.

He slightly lifted a corner to check the situation underneath.

He saw four huge footprints on the floor he had covered with lime powder.

Someone had been here.

Zhao Huai's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an extremely dangerous look.

Four footprints, two people.

Someone was plotting against him.

Judging from the skill of entering the door, they were not ordinary people. Could it be someone sent by the imperial court?

But that's impossible. Recalling the past three years, I've never had such treatment.

Regardless, today's sword will likely taste blood.

Zhao Huai carefully covered the mat at the entrance, then leaped, lightly touching the outer railing like a dragonfly skimming water, and used his lightness skill to fly towards the roof.

He finally landed on a tile, without making a sound throughout the process.

He went to a corner of the eaves, pulled up a hidden thin rope from the gravel, and with a hard tug, a window large enough for one person to pass through appeared in the originally seamless roof.

This was originally an escape route he had built, but he never thought that one day, he would enter his home from here.

Zhao Huai entered the window alone, landing steadily without making a sound.

Before him was his bedroom.

It was dark and gloomy, without a trace of light.

Zhao Huai's eyes were sharp as he searched for the figures of the two people.

His cultivation had reached Qi Refining Level 9, and his physical body had been tempered to the current extreme. Every breath and movement could be precisely controlled, including his footsteps.

As long as he wanted, he could move without making a sound.

Zhao Huai was like a ghost walking in the darkness, moving without making the slightest noise.

The Huai Pawnshop was located on the east side of the bustling city, with a total of three floors. The first floor was the pawnshop's storefront, the second floor was the warehouse and a place to put sundries, which was relatively large, and the third floor was the living area, which was the bedroom. The decoration alone cost him six hundred strings of cash.

Zhao Huai knew that the best hiding place was the warehouse.

A sharp sword appeared from the Mysterious Ring. Zhao Huai held the sword and walked towards the warehouse expressionlessly.

"Did you hear any noise?"

"No, the search has been over for so long. Shouldn't this guy be back by now?"

"The fact that this kid can talk so happily with that person is enough to show his importance. We must capture him and take him back."

"This mission is too important. We must not leak it and mess it up."

The voices of two people talking came from the warehouse.

Two masked men in black were crouching on the roof beams, looking straight down, still waiting for the target to appear.

Suddenly, a flash of white light swept past.

"Clang!"

The two didn't even see what it was, they only felt a chill rising from their spines.

It was an extremely fast sword, so fast that the two masked men saw darkness before their eyes.

One black-clothed man's chest had already been pierced, his heart shattered by the true energy in the sword. As scalding hot blood spurted out, the other black-clothed man realized what had happened and hurriedly tried to make a move in a panic.

A figure appeared in mid-air and struck out with a palm, the powerful force directly knocking him down.

With a "thump," he fell from the roof beam.

One of them was already lifeless. The other black-clothed man raised his head in horror, trying to see the face of the person who had come.

The strength of the two of them was definitely not weak. Today's failure meant they had encountered such a ruthless character! With a "ding" sound, a fine sword fell from the sky, directly nailing the man's palm to the ground, preventing him from getting up.

Zhao Huai pressed down on the sword, looking down from above, and questioned in a cold voice:

"Speak! Who sent you?"

He had already sensed the aura of the two people outside the house.

Moreover, the cultivation of these two assassins had actually reached Qi Refining Level 3, which was rare.

Therefore, he had held back some of his strength with that palm, not killing the opponent, because he wanted to find out the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Damn it! I didn't expect to miscalculate!"

"You are actually a hidden cultivator."

The black-clothed man was pinned to the ground, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Answer my question!"

Zhao Huai exerted more force on the sword, his gaze icy.

"Ah!"

The black-clothed man cried out miserably, gritting his teeth as he sneered, "Don't even think about it!"

Then he clamped his mouth shut, his eyes resolute.

"Not good!"

By the time Zhao Huai realized what was happening, it was already too late.

A mouthful of black blood flowed from the black-clothed man's mouth.

This black-clothed man had already committed suicide by poison.

Zhao Huai looked at the two corpses and the bloodstains on the ground, his face indescribably gloomy.

He bent down and searched the two men's clothes.

From the first black-clothed man, he found a token.