The Old Man and the Little Tiger

The night in Suotuo City was bustling with activity, filled not only with crowds heading to the Soto Grand Spirit Fighting Arena to watch matches, but also with many elderly folks out for a stroll.

Although he rarely set up his stall, he had already gained quite a reputation in Suotuo City. Sure enough, it wasn't long before an old man walked over.

"Half-Immortal Ma, what is it that you do?"

Oscar looked up at him, flicked his folding fan open, and fanned himself gently.

"Heavenly Eye Fate Reading: I decipher fortunes, careers, marriages, and blessings or disasters."

The old man chuckled and rolled up his sleeves.

"So, you're saying you know everything?"

"Of the fifty paths of the Great Dao, forty-nine are manifest, leaving one for human escape. I dare not say I can recount every affair in the world, but I can certainly discern eight or nine parts out of ten."

"Then calculate my marriage prospects. Let me see just how much skill you really have."

"Place the money on the table, and I shall answer whatever you ask."

Oscar turned his head away, no longer looking at him.

The old man pulled about twenty Copper Soul Coins from his pocket and tossed them onto the table.

Oscar glanced at them and said indifferently.

"Enough for a fortune reading, but for marriage... not enough."

"Not enough?"

The old man was just looking for some amusement and was no fool, so he reached to take his money back, ready to leave.

"Husband and wife are but birds of the same forest, yet misfortune caused one to fly away first."

Oscar's calm voice drifted over. The old man's step froze instantly, his eyes filled with shock as he stared at Oscar!

"How much do you want?"

"I don't want money. I want what's in your pouch."

Oscar closed his fan and pointed at the bag hanging from the old man's waist.

The old man hesitated for a long time, but eventually gritted his teeth and tossed the bag to Oscar, his eyes flashing with a fierce glint.

"If you dare to deceive me, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down and mince you into meat paste."

Oscar took a folding chair from his bamboo basket, set it on the ground in front of the table, and gestured for the old man to sit.

He then placed six soul coins into a turtle shell and shook it gently with his eyes closed.

Before long, the six soul coins fell onto the table: three heads and three tails.

Only then did Oscar look at the old man.

"You are not actually old; you are about fifty, and you have a young son. You are hiding your identity to seek revenge. You arrived in Suotuo City today—do I need to say why you came here?"

The old man was already half-convinced by this Half-Immortal Ma. The mask he used to hide his identity was something not even his own family knew, and even a Title Douluo would find it difficult to see through.

He could tell that the young man before him only had around twenty levels of soul power.

For this young man to guess all of this, it could only mean he possessed some incredible means.

"Do not be pessimistic; what happened to your wife is not necessarily a bad thing. Wildfires cannot burn it all away; the spring breeze brings it back to life!"

The old man looked up, eyes wide, the muscles on his body bulging slightly.

"I understand that heavenly secrets must not be leaked. You need not worry anymore about whether this place is safe or suitable for him; it is time to go do what you must."

The old man stood up, half-believing and half-doubting, reaching out to grab the bag back.

"Your wife and son's lives are worth more than this."

Oscar extended his fan, blocking the old man's reaching hand.

"Why should I believe you can keep a secret? And what did you mean about my son?"

"He has a master who seems to have his own agenda; I suggest you go take a look.

Poison is a good thing, but using too much will harm the body. Go now while there is still time; any later, and your son might be ruined."

This time, the old man didn't reach for the bag; he snorted and hurried away.

The commotion here drew the attention of those nearby, and someone shouted out.

"Master Ma is out!"

Before long, a crowd had gathered around!

Men and women, young and old, all seeking different things, and Oscar answered them one by one.

This was no difficult task for him. Setting aside his fortune-telling skills, even if he truly couldn't see something, he could always enter his Inner Scene to inquire.

As long as it didn't involve himself or the fundamental fate of the world, the difficulty of such inquiries was pitifully low.

"Little Tiger, there are so many people over there. Should we go join in the fun?"

The triplets all had flushed faces, looking utterly charming.

They surrounded a young boy, the alluring scent of the women flooding into his nostrils and leaving him feeling a bit dizzy.

The boy was about 1.7 meters tall and looked quite young, even younger than the three girls beside him, with broad shoulders and a handsome face that carried a hint of resolve.

A long head of golden hair cascaded down his back, reaching nearly to his waist.

His hair was not curly, but hung straight and smooth.

Yet, the most striking thing about him was his eyes—a pair of eerie, double-pupiled eyes.

"Let's go, let's take a look."

The boy's steps were slightly unsteady as he leaned on the eldest and third sisters, walking toward Oscar.

Pushing past the crowd of commoners in front, the boy squeezed to the very front.

"To have your fortune told by me, you must follow the rules."

Oscar closed his fan and tapped it against the table.

Only then did the boy notice that this wasn't a food stall, and the people around were all waiting in line.

Though he was a lecher, he was not the type to be unreasonable or break the rules, so he turned to lead the three women away.

"Forget it, meeting is fate; I'll give you this final reading for today."

"Is this enough?"

The boy tossed a pouch onto the table, and it spilled out a fair amount of Gold Soul Coins and silver coins.

"That's all for today, everyone; if you're interested, come back tomorrow."

Oscar flicked his arms, and the soul coins flew toward the surrounding crowd as if they had eyes.

The crowd, who had been angry but dared not speak out, immediately beamed with joy and left with their money.

The boy's eyes lit up; looking at the pile of money on the table, he had thought this man was greedy, but he hadn't expected him to be such an interesting character.

"What do you want to have read? Romance, career, fortune, or destiny?"

As he spoke, Oscar used his folding fan to point at the chair in front, signaling the boy to sit.

After sitting down, the boy hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Destiny."

"Your test is quite interesting. Your career, romance, fortune, and even your destiny are all tied together, and the most important of these is destiny—am I right, Third Prince Dai Mubai?"

Dai Mubai's muscles twitched, and he started to rise.

"Hey, don't get excited. You didn't think there was no one in the Heaven Dou Empire who could recognize those eyes of yours, did you?"

Oscar soothed Dai Mubai, signaling him to calm down.

"Running away isn't the best choice. You came here because you want to join Shrek Academy and make yourself stronger, right?"

Dai Mubai let out an "en." He knew he couldn't hide for long, but he hadn't expected to be exposed so quickly; he only hoped those pursuers wouldn't find him so soon.

Oscar seemed to see through his thoughts and tapped the table.

"Heh, you little tiger are actually a bit cute in your stupidity. You don't really think you could have made it this far with just your own strength, do you?

Those who were tracking you have already been intercepted by the people secretly supporting you!"

Dai Mubai was a bit angry, but he didn't know how to refute it; what the other party said... was most likely the truth.