Su Lin walked down a street that looked every inch a tourist attraction.
There were Divine Astrologers, Heavenly Calculators, Divination Calculators, Immortal Masters of the South Trigram and North Trigram, Immortal Master Copper Trigram, Master Yideng, Master Jiudeng, and Master Laodeng.
Few looked like ethereal sages. Instead, they gathered in little groups, smoking, drinking, cracking peanuts, and playing mahjong, just like retired old men and women in teahouses in the old city.
Then again, you could say they had returned to simplicity. Copper coins and tortoise shells flew through the air, occasionally exploding and making their owners cough up blood from the backlash. It all looked suitably mysterious.
And that was how the All-Heavens Divination Exchange Tournament was being held.
The only difference was that this tournament charged its audience and required contestants to interact with the paying spectators.
Copper teeth and iron jaws—a single word could settle ten million fortunes under heaven!
No fortune escaped my calculations. I was the great immortal master who got every reading right!
Before a handcart, a graceful woman in a red long dress smiled as she read the fortune of the middle-aged man in front of her.
"Great fortune! Great fortune indeed! Fellow Daoist, your Five Elements flow freely, and your luck runs unimpeded. As expected of a place where countless worlds converge—this is a rare fortune indeed."
Immortal Master Copper Trigram studied the excellent reading on the table and exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist, have you been enjoying a run of good luck lately, with one happy event after another?"
"You truly are remarkable, Immortal Master." The imposing middle-aged man stroked his long beard and said:
"Today truly is my lucky day. First, True Immortal Beiwǔ generously granted me an opportunity. Then I happened upon two friends whose swordsmanship, martial skill, and judgment were