A cool breeze suddenly rose, blowing ripples across a pond of spring water.
Swish—
Shen Yun's figure appeared out of thin air. Like Fleeting Light and Shadow, he drifted down beside the stream.
It turned out that, even before Jun Ling Yuan had arrived, Old Turtle had already used his means to conceal all traces of his aura.
Even with Jun Ling Yuan's meticulous mind, he had failed to notice that his entire scheme had already been seen through by Shen Yun.
"Little friend has just slain Chu Shanhe. If you were to encounter Jun Ling Yuan now, there would be no guarantee he wouldn't make his move on the spot..."
Old Turtle walked over slowly and explained in a gentle voice, "I took matters into my own hands and had little friend lie low for a while. I hope you won't take offense."
Shen Yun was delighted rather than displeased. How could he possibly blame him? He immediately said, "Senior, you are worrying too much."
Even Shen Yun himself had not expected that merely coming to Xuanjian Island would allow him to learn of Ling Jiuxiao's schemes. His luck truly kept coming.
"Might it be because of the Destiny Heavenly Book..."
Shen Yun's fingertip twitched, and he seemed to sense something in the unseen depths.
Ever since he had cultivated this Supreme Immortal Cultivation Method, everything had gone smoothly for him. He had turned calamities into blessings, to an extent even more outrageous than the legendary children of Fortune.
Thinking about it again, since even the trajectory of destiny could be seen through, what was a mere boost to his Fortune worth mentioning?
"Great Yan Divine Venerable wielded such a divine artifact and should have been invincible. Why did he ultimately allow it to drift into the mortal world?"