Fang Qing glanced at Zhan Hongxiu and her grandfather lying on the ground. He recognized the lucky woman cultivator, too.
After the last auction, she escaped disaster because of me. And now it's happened again. We do seem fated to meet—
He quietly used Plum Blossom Divination and discovered she actually had some luck on her side.
"Not a bad fate. A pity fate can't stand against Divine Abilities!"
As his divination grew more refined, Fang Qing gradually came to a realization.
What good was divination, however powerful? In Ancient Shu, True Lords and above could not be divined at all. Every calculation went wrong, every reading proved false!
And here, even if this woman cultivator was fortune's darling for a time and could turn calamity into blessing, the moment he decided to kill her, she would face a bloody disaster!
Before absolute strength, luck mattered little.
Still, she's a specimen worth watching. Fortune's darlings tend to acquire plenty of treasures and cultivation formulas. They might even stumble across the entrance to some ancient ruin or secret realm.
With that in mind, Fang Qing picked up Jiang Ziyan and carried her into the rear quarters of the compound.
The concealment formation she had set up suited him perfectly. He could interrogate her there and learn more about the Jiang Family—
"Ah!"
The piercing scream gradually drained the color from Zhan Hongxiu's face.
But she and her grandfather had both been poisoned. They lay beside the Longevity Tortoise, unable to move, forced to endure the torture unfolding within earshot.
Another hour passed before Fang Qing, having shown no mercy to his captive, sauntered out and flicked a finger.
A few drops of Sweet-Rain Water fell into the mouths of the two people and the tortoise. Their spiritual power gradually returned, and