Zhou Yixian, the Living Encyclopedia of the Zhu Xian World

Of course, what people found most fascinating about Zhou Yixian was his identity and his actual level of cultivation.

According to the collective wisdom of the masses, Zhou Yixian might have been the thirteenth-generation descendant of Patriarch Qingyunzi—in other words, a successor to the missing branch of Qingyunzi's ten great disciples.

As for his strength, Hao Shuai paid no attention to the arguments online. As far as his Divine Thought could tell, Zhou Yixian was just an ordinary man with a little cultivation.

Unless Zhou Yixian was a whole major realm stronger than Hao Shuai and could shield himself from Hao Shuai's perception.

After confirming that the man before him was Zhou Yixian, Hao Shuai couldn't help wondering why Zhou Yixian was in Heyang City at this time.

Come to think of it, Zhou Yixian's son Zhou Xingyun was enshrined in a run-down funeral home in the western part of Heyang City. Zhou Yixian had probably come to visit his son.

Once he'd figured that out, Hao Shuai looked at Zhou Yixian with an odd expression and asked, "Were you saying I'm going to have a bloody misfortune?"

Zhou Yixian nodded solemnly. "That's right!"

Hao Shuai chuckled. "Funny, I can tell fortunes too. I just figured out that you're going to have a bloody misfortune today!"

As he spoke, Hao Shuai squeezed his fist, large as a clay pot, and shot Zhou Yixian a mischievous look. While Zhou Yixian was off guard, he punched him squarely on the bridge of the nose.

Blood immediately streamed from Zhou Yixian's nostrils.

"See? I was right, wasn't I?" Hao Shuai said with a laugh, watching Zhou Yixian scramble to stop the bleeding. "I told you that you'd have a bloody misfortune today. And look, it came true."

"You little—" Zhou Yixian finally managed