"Miss, your lifeline is quite long, but your love line is a little rocky!" Ouyang studied the palm before him carefully and spoke with the serene assurance of an old sage.
"Oh? Really? Little celestial master, what should I do, then?" the young woman asked anxiously, taking him at his word.
Ouyang looked at her through half-closed eyes, and his jaw promptly dropped at her ample bosom. Staring blankly at her, he said, "N-no... problem there. Your cultivation line is very deep... no, I mean your cultivation line looks very long. You're sure to become a Great Cultivator one day, and love will naturally follow!"
Under Ouyang's reluctant gaze, the generously endowed young woman thanked him repeatedly, then turned to share the palm reading she had just received from Charlatan Ouyang with her girlfriends.
"So young, yet already so broad-chested. She's bound to achieve great things!" Ouyang sighed with feeling, then hurried to read the next lucky customer's palm.
A long line had formed before Ouyang early on. Young girls always harbored dreams of romance. Who wouldn't want to meet her Prince Charming in the budding flower of youth?
Take Xiao Bai, who was standing in a tree right now: admiring girls crowded beneath that tree all day long.
Seizing the opportunity, Ouyang advertised himself as Shenjing Zi's eldest direct disciple and set up a stall beneath Xiao Bai's tree, offering palm readings and fortune-telling for one top-grade spirit stone a session, with honest dealings for young and old alike.
Every palm reading came with a complimentary Recording Stone containing a handsome image of Xiao Bai, and Ouyang's business on Penglai Immortal Mountain instantly boomed.
Every day, an endless stream of girls came beneath the tree to have him tell their fortunes.
That lasted until a slender, pale hand reached