Immortal Calculator?

No one knew how much time had passed.

Li Tianji woke up. Opening his eyes to gaze at the bright sky, he found his mood to be the exact opposite of it. His face was ashen, while dark clouds filled his heart. Brimming with confidence, he had tried to divine Qin Yu's karma, even taking out the Blood of Heaven and Earth—yet he had divined nothing. The blow to the proud Li Tianji was immense.

If he had been divining an expert above the Spirit Infant Realm and failed to uncover anything, he would have felt better. But he could not divine even a mere Martial Realm Seventh Level cultivator. Beyond his unwillingness to accept it, Li Tianji began to doubt himself.

"What nonsense about being the person from the Immortal Divination Sect most likely to become a Divine Calculator? This old man will never believe you again! I, Li Tianji, will never let you fool me again! What does it mean to be a person of 'stars'? I haven't even seen a ghost! And I'm supposedly the one most likely to become a Divine Calculator... What Immortal Calculator? A Divine Calculator is nothing but shit." Li Tianji felt utterly wronged.

Just as Li Tianji was so stifled he could barely endure it, Xiong Tatian's rough voice suddenly rang out beside him.

"Brother Qin, I told you he'd be fine. Don't I know him? He must've been fiddling with some divination again and knocked himself unconscious. It's happened several times before. Not that I should say it, but Brother Qin, I really think Li Tianji isn't suited for divination. He's just not cut out for it. Either he calculates wrong, or he calculates inaccurately. He's simply here making blind calculations."

Already disheartened, Li Tianji nearly fainted again from anger upon hearing Xiong Tatian's booming voice.

"You can't put it that way either. He probably hasn't yet crossed the threshold into divination. Once he gains more experience and comprehends more in the future, he'll get on the right path. Nothing can be rushed," Qin Yu's voice sounded.

Only then did Li Tianji feel a little better.

That was right. He was only fifteen, and had only studied divination for a few years. He had not yet entered through divination's great gate. Once he truly stepped through it, he would surely become an Immortal Calculator, the person most likely to advance into a Divine Calculator.

But Qin Yu's next words made Li Tianji's blood surge through his chest, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What a pity. He's still too young—young and hot-blooded, far too full of himself. If someone with his cultivation could truly divine it, wouldn't that be absurd?"

"Who are you calling too young? Who are you calling young and hot-blooded? Are you really that much older than me? Stop putting on such an old and worldly air!" Li Tianji exploded. He sprang to his feet and roared in fury, all his former cold arrogance vanishing without a trace.

"Uh, Li Tianji's awake. Brother Qin, we should stop talking, or he'll suffer a blow. Don't be fooled by how full of himself he is—he's actually very insecure." Not far away, Xiong Tatian gave Li Tianji a pitying glance and lowered his voice as he spoke to Qin Yu. But with that booming voice of his, lowering it made no difference at all.

Li Tianji was so furious he nearly went berserk. His chest heaved violently as his bloodshot eyes fixed on Xiong Tatian. He looked as though he wanted to tear Xiong Tatian's mouth to pieces.

Qin Yu looked at Xiong Tatian, then at Li Tianji, and could not help finding it amusing. He had actually noticed long ago that Li Tianji was awake. But Li Tianji was far too proud, always wearing a stern face as though he looked down on everyone. That would make the coming months difficult to get along through. Rather than that, he might as well tear off Li Tianji's disguise directly.

Xiong Tatian gave an awkward smile. "Li Tianji, I wasn't talking about you. Brother Qin and I were chatting." As he spoke, Xiong Tatian stopped looking at Li Tianji.

After a while, Xiong Tatian still felt Li Tianji staring at him, and anger rose within him. Turning his head, he glared at Li Tianji and shouted, "Li Tianji, what are you still staring at me for?"

Li Tianji's chest rose and fell, and he nearly burst from rage. Looking at Xiong Tatian's face covered in bulging flesh, Li Tianji could not vent his anger. He secretly warned himself not to stoop to the level of someone whose intelligence had yet to awaken—it would be beneath his status. Yet with the fire in his heart unable to escape, he felt even more suffocated. He said coldly, "Fine. Since you look down on me, we shall go our separate ways. You go your way, and I'll go mine!" With that, Li Tianji climbed to his feet and headed deeper inside.

"Brother Qin, look at him. He's truly too young, always throwing little tantrums."

"Brother Qin, believe it or not, he'll definitely turn back. This has happened so many times that I'm already used to it. Sigh."

Xiong Tatian's deliberately "lowered" voice was like fuse after fuse, making Li Tianji tremble from fury all over. He howled and charged inside, afraid that if he walked too slowly, he would turn around and start fighting Xiong Tatian.

"Hey, Li Tianji, don't you want that rag of yours?" After Li Tianji had gone some distance, Xiong Tatian suddenly shouted.

Li Tianji, who was rushing away, abruptly stopped. Only then did he remember that he had not taken the white cloth. He stood there, torn between returning and not returning, feeling even more stifled.

After standing dazed for a long while, Li Tianji finally turned around. No matter what, he could not abandon that white cloth.

When he returned, Li Tianji picked up the white cloth and was about to leave when he heard Xiong Tatian say again, "My dad always told me that a real man should be broad-minded, not petty and narrow-hearted. We only said a few things about you, yet you threw such a huge temper. I really don't know whether you're even a man."

"Xiong Tatian, who are you talking about?" Li Tianji turned around furiously and glared at Xiong Tatian.

Sitting on the ground like a small iron tower, Xiong Tatian raised his head and glanced at Li Tianji. He shouted angrily, "Li Tianji, do you want to fight? Try glaring at me again."

Qin Yu stared at Xiong Tatian in astonishment. Just moments ago, he had been righteously preaching lofty principles, and now... These two really were natural enemies. Qin Yu promptly tried to smooth things over. "All right, all right. Xiong Tatian, you were worried about Li Tianji earlier, but now that he's awake, you still have to anger him. Li Tianji, we truly meant no harm. When I asked Xiong Tatian what had happened when you fainted, I only wanted to help you."

"Hmph, I wasn't worried about him," Xiong Tatian snorted coldly, turning his head away.

Li Tianji's face alternated between black and white. He looked at Xiong Tatian, then at Qin Yu. Though rage blazed in his heart, he could no longer let it out.

"Xiong Tatian is worried about me too, and besides, his intelligence hasn't awakened yet. Why should I argue with him?" Li Tianji consoled himself. He did not leave, instead sitting down directly.

"By the way, Li Tianji, Xiong Tatian said you can divine? Divine future events?" Qin Yu quickly changed the subject and asked.

"Of course!" Li Tianji raised his head slightly and replied arrogantly.

"Then could you divine for me? See what lies in my future?" Qin Yu asked in surprise.

The arrogance on Li Tianji's face instantly froze. Feeling Qin Yu's gaze, Li Tianji's eyes flickered for a moment before he stiffened his neck and said, "You want me to divine, so I have to divine? I simply refuse to divine for you."

"Hey, Li Tianji, you really are heartless as a wolf and cruel as a dog. When you were unconscious, Brother Qin fed you pills and worried about you. Yet this is how you treat Brother Qin? You ungrateful wretch, a complete ungrateful wretch!" Xiong Tatian said furiously.

Li Tianji froze at those words. Regret rose in his heart as well, and he felt that he had spoken too bluntly. But he did not know how to answer Qin Yu. Was he supposed to say that he could not divine it? Wouldn't that be slapping his own face?

For a moment, Li Tianji did not know what to do. Apologizing would not do, yet not apologizing would not do either. In the end, he simply closed his eyes, shutting out both sight and sound.

Leaning against a great tree, Qin Yu looked at the irritable Xiong Tatian, then at the Li Tianji who was poor at expressing himself. A smile unconsciously appeared on Qin Yu's lips. He suddenly found himself enjoying days like these.

After enduring those six hopeless years, Qin Yu had not smiled so sincerely from the heart in a long time. He was not rigid, nor was he someone who never smiled. It was simply that life held too many helpless things, making it impossible for him to completely set down his burdens.

Though he had lived two lives, Qin Yu was, in the end, only twenty-one years old. Those six years of despair had worn away many of his sharp edges.

But no matter how much those edges were worn down, they were still edges.

He was still himself—the self whose hot blood and hope had been rekindled.

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