Embroidered Tiger

Quite a few cultivators had already staked out spots and set up stalls on the mountaintop. Most of the spiritual objects before them had dim Spiritual Qi; there was hardly anything good.

Most of these cultivators were also at the first or second layer of Qi Ingestion. Only a handful were at the third layer, and there wasn't a single one at the fourth.

Life was indeed hard for Rogue Cultivators. Not only was Spiritual Qi scarce, but spiritual objects were even scarcer.

"Here will do!"

The fortune-telling old man came to an empty spot, planted his sign, and sat down. He introduced himself, saying, "I am the Divine Calculator. Might I ask your honored name, fellow cultivator?"

Fang Yu sat down opposite the Divine Calculator and said with a smile, "Can't you calculate my name?"

The Divine Calculator was taken aback for a moment. Then he stroked his beard and smiled. "Calculate it? Of course I can. But the price is too steep. A piece of Dragon Gate Stone isn't worth losing years of my life over. Since you don't wish to tell me, fellow cultivator, I won't ask."

"In that case, you really do have some skill. Then tell me, where did the purple qi on me come from?" Fang Yu asked, looking at the Divine Calculator.

The Divine Calculator held out his fingers and calculated as he studied Fang Yu. "Fellow cultivator, yours is the 'Wings Fire' fate, the presiding seat of the fire virtue. Your nobility is beyond words. With purple qi upon you as well, you must possess great fortune. At this time of chaos in Anping Prefecture, if you raise your arm and rally the people to save the common folk from fire and flood, you could reign over all under heaven."

"Heh, heh, heh!" Fang Yu laughed. Looking at the Divine Calculator, he said, "Reign over all under heaven? Anything else?"

Hearing this, the Divine Calculator held up two fingers. "If you wish to know the details, I'll need two more pieces of Dragon Gate Stone."

Fang Yu pursed his lips. "As it happens, I know a little about the Qi-Gazing Technique myself. I see black clouds hanging over your head and darkness between your brows. You're due for a bloody calamity."

The smile immediately froze on the Divine Calculator's face. "Don't joke, fellow cultivator. How could I be due for a bloody calamity?"

"If I say you're due for a bloody calamity, then you're definitely due for one!"

As Fang Yu spoke, his presence underwent a mysterious change, rising from the Qi Ingestion First Layer to the Qi Ingestion Third Layer.

Fine beads of sweat seeped out on the Divine Calculator's forehead, and his presence fluctuated violently. He reached out and offered Fang Yu a piece of Dragon Gate Stone,

"Forgive me, fellow cultivator. Everything I just said was nonsense. You have no purple qi on you, and I can't see your fortune either. Please forgive me."

Fang Yu didn't take the Dragon Gate Stone. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the Divine Calculator. "Hand over the Qi-Gazing Technique you cultivate, and I can avert this bloody calamity for you."

"All right!" The Divine Calculator didn't hesitate. He reached into his robes, pulled out a somewhat yellowed booklet, and offered it to Fang Yu. "This is it."

"I happened to find it in a ruined temple. If you want it, just take it. It's just that this Qi-Gazing Technique isn't very useful. It can only be used to look at mortals' fortunes; for cultivators like us, it can only reveal our fates."

Fang Yu took the booklet and looked at the words on its cover: "Spiritual Pivot Resonance Chapter." He opened it and examined it carefully.

The square inch of the spiritual platform is the pivot; to commune with heaven and earth, seek nothing beyond it. Close your eyes, calm your heart, and contemplate the self...

As the contents flowed through his mind, the Yuanchen Pearl in his sea of consciousness suddenly began spinning faster. A profound sensation swiftly swept over him, and one insight after another surfaced in his thoughts.

By the time Fang Yu had read through the whole booklet, he had fully grasped its contents.

He abruptly looked up at the Divine Calculator and saw black Qi lingering over his head. Fang Yu really had guessed right: the man was genuinely due for a bloody calamity.

He immediately counted on his fingers. The Yuanchen Pearl spun, and four words appeared in his mind: Fortune lies to the southeast.

Just as Fang Yu was about to calculate further, the Primordial Qi in the Yuanchen Pearl, which he had only recently replenished, showed signs of being consumed. He stopped at once.

Why is this Spiritual Pivot Resonance so much like the Flowing Flame True Fire Scripture back then? It's as if it was tailor-made for me.

He immediately made himself the subject of a calculation for fortune and misfortune. The next moment, the Primordial Qi in the Yuanchen Pearl was rapidly consumed, while all sorts of profound, jumbled information surfaced, like a string of garbled characters.

Fang Yu immediately felt dizzy and stopped at once.

The heavenly secrets concerning me are a complete mess. I can't even calculate fortune or misfortune. Could it be because my fortune has already been interfered with by a Purple Mansion?

Who was it? The Moon-Embracing Sword Immortal, or that local Purple Mansion from Jingzhou who came later?

With that thought, he looked at the Divine Calculator, who had already risen and was hunched over as though preparing to slip away. "Jiang Zhen, you really are due for a bloody calamity!"

The Divine Calculator's body shuddered violently. He looked at Fang Yu in disbelief. "Y-you... how do you know my real name?"

"I calculated it, of course. Here are four words for you: 'Fortune lies to the southeast.'"

Fang Yu stood, patted the dust from his backside, and paid the Divine Calculator no further attention as he headed for the other cultivators' stalls on the mountaintop.

The Divine Calculator wiped away the fine beads of sweat that kept appearing on his forehead and looked at Fang Yu's retreating figure. After hesitating for a moment, he mounted a cloud and headed southeast.

Someone must be scheming against me!

Fang Yu pondered as he looked at the spiritual objects for sale at the various stalls.

He could now easily calculate Jiang Zhen's information with the help of the Yuanchen Pearl because he could sense the heavenly secrets-in other words, ask the world itself. But he couldn't obtain information about himself.

The answer he received was a complete mess. There was only one reason for such a result: someone was interfering with his fate and throwing the heavenly secrets into chaos. Whoever could do that was at least a Purple Mansion True Person.

If not a Purple Mansion, then they would need a treasure like the Yuanchen Pearl, just as he had.

Then why would these Purple Mansions interfere with a Dao Foundation cultivator whose Dao Path has been severed? Or is my fortune really different from the rest?

What's different about it? If I'm different from the people of this world, I'm afraid it's only because I'm a transmigrator. In local terms, I should be called an "extraterritorial heavenly demon."

Mm, I should stop scaring myself.

For now, no matter who was scheming against him, at the very least his life wasn't in danger. He was already on guard, too, so even if danger arose, he could respond in time.

As for the Spiritual Pivot Resonance Chapter that had come to his doorstep, he gladly accepted it.

So next, if someone really is scheming against me, will the Wings Fire Cultivation Method I need come to my doorstep too?

"Heh... thump..."

Just then, a sound reached him. Fang Yu looked toward it and saw a middle-aged man clamber over the edge of the cliff. Drenched in sweat, the man half-crouched at the edge and carefully surveyed the immortals on the summit.

Fang Yu's eyes widened. Looking at the mass of fire clouds above the middle-aged man's head, so purple they were turning red, he subconsciously counted on his fingers:

Dragon and tiger meet, forged amid the smoke of war; the embroidered tiger's literary strategy swallows sun and moon. Black armor and an iron fist cleave mountains and rivers; bloody rain and foul winds lie within his grasp. Nine tribulations descend upon him, yet he fears them not; better to fail all living beings than fail the wine cup.

Th-this was a fucking true son of fortune!

Fang Yu looked more closely. The mass of fire clouds above the man's head churned, transforming into a tiger that slipped into his body and vanished.

The man's fate surfaced in Fang Yu's mind: Tail Fire-the tail that burns the heavens, the blade that routs armies.