Chapter 2608: The Unpredictable Joys of Life (2)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“You must give me an explanation!” The Ninth Divine Priest furrowed her brow, her expression stern.
“Well…” Dao Qiongcang shrugged helplessly. “Misfortune and blessings are intertwined?”
“What kind of reasoning is that?”
“If misfortune has already arrived, will blessings not follow?”
The Ninth Divine Priest was once again silenced, her face stiff with a cold glare directed at Dao Qiongcang.
“Fine.”
Dao Qiongcang shrugged and took out his own crimson Divine Sinan, which was glaringly conspicuous, and showed it to her. “I’ll read my fortune up to ten times at most.”
“What about the tenth reading?”
“I haven’t cast it yet.”
“You better do it!” The Ninth Divine Priest was angry.
“Is it really important?” Dao Qiongcang put away the Divine, then walked over to a silver table and sat down. “What if, once again, it’s death… I mean, red? Isn’t that tantamount to absolute death with no chance of survival?”
“Don’t speak such words!”
Dao Qiongcang fell silent, refusing to engage further with the Ninth Divine Priest.
Setting down the Divine Sinan, he gazed into the distant night sky, his expression enraptured. His hands moved through the air in front of him, grasping at something intangible.
“What are you doing?” The Ninth Divine Priest approached, watching the child act strangely again.
Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes, his expression entranced, and lamented, “Fate, toying with the uncertain.”
“I choose to spare him, and in doing so, spare myself. I choose the unknown and the uncertain, which is why I cannot cast the tenth reading.”
“And this kind of unknown and uncertainty…”
Dao Qiongcang opened his eyes, looking at the Ninth Divine Priest with a wry smile. “This is what makes me Dao Qiongcang.”
The Ninth Divine Priest couldn’t make sense of what the child was rambling about.
But now that the child was older and she couldn’t just hit him, she could only change the subject helplessly:
“Qingyuan Mountain, your demi-saint incarnation, how is the situation being handled?”
Dao Qiongcang wiped all expressions from his face, answering seriously, “Perhaps, an unexpected event is about to occur…”
The Ninth Divine Priest’s eyes widened at this revelation. After taking a deep breath, she turned and left the Saint Hall.
What a waste of a trip!
…
Below Qingyuan Mountain.
The night was calm, devoid of malevolent forces.
Mei Siren held a folding fan and led a small donkey. Just as he was about to ascend the mountain, he saw a restless young man.
“Young man, come over here.”
With those words, he halted the young man, who was as st.u.r.dy as a tree stump.
Cao Erzhu was in a hurry on his journey. Upon turning around, he saw an ethereal old divine figure tying his small donkey to a tree. After a moment’s thought, he untied it again.
For some reason, his restlessness was subdued by the old man’s calm actions and words.
Cao Erzhu hurried forward, dusting off the dirt from his robe and kneeling:
“Cao Erzhu pays respects to the venerable deity!”
At this moment, Cao Erzhu had no thoughts of silence or concealment, not even the various reminders from his late father crossed his mind.
He was definitely a good person!
The dignified aura, the affinity with nature, the irresistible charm that drew people near at first glance…
Cao Erzhu didn’t even need to think much.
With one look, he saw the myriad illusory sword-wielding disciples behind the venerable deity, all facing towards the Formal Path.
He knew that this was a true old deity, someone who could stand up for him!
Cao Erzhu could even doubt Lord Li’s intentions, but he would never doubt this universally recognized good person!
“Please, venerable deity, stand up for Erzhu! My father, he… he…” Cao Erzhu burst into tears, unable to speak.
Mei Siren stroked his beard, pondering for a moment, unable to recall having taught this person.
He helped the young man to his feet and calmly asked, “Take your time. What happened to your father?”
“He… he was killed, his head chopped off and put in a wine barrel. I don’t know who the murderer is. Lord Li said the murderer might be on the mountain, so I want to go up and find him…”
“Your father’s name?”
“He’s called Cao Yihan, and I’m Cao Erzhu. He lived in the town. I just stopped by the mountain for a day, and when I returned, he… he…” Erzhu clung to the old deity’s arm, sobbing uncontrollably.
Honestly, Mei Siren was startled by the name “Cao Yihan.”
Soon, he realized it was likely a misunderstanding, probably just a coincidence.
After all, he sensed mostly the aura of the Ancient Sword Technique from this child.
“Don’t cry… don’t cry…”
Mei Siren comforted the stout man taller than himself, unable to get his hand around him or pat his back.
Once Cao Erzhu had calmed himself a bit, Mei Siren asked, “Who is Lord Li?”
“Lord Li? It’s Lord Li!” Cao Erzhu wiped his tears in confusion.
Mei Siren pondered briefly before asking, “How do you know that the murderer who killed your father is on the mountain?”
“That thing!” Cao Erzhu pointed at the great array of Qingyuan Mountain. “Divine Secret!”
Cao Yihan, Divine Secret…
When so many coincidences came together, Mei Siren couldn’t believe it was just a mere coincidence.
“Child, have you heard of the Ten High n.o.bles?”
“I have, my father is one of them.”
Below Qingyuan Mountain, a sudden hush descended, leaving only the sound of the small donkey crunching snow and leaves by the tree.
This Cao Yihan was the same as that Cao Yihan?
Moreover, Kui Leihan was dead?
The one who killed him with the Divine Secret… was Dao Qiongcang?
Tonight felt more surreal than a dream to Mei Siren.
He had casually encountered a child on the road, someone who exuded the aura of a friend and turned out to be a child of the Ten High n.o.bles.
The news this child brought could potentially shake the entire spiritual cultivation world.
The karma of this person seemed no less than Xu Xiaoshou’s.
“Why do you call me old deity? Do you know me?” Mei Siren scrutinized the child again, wary that this might be Dao Qiongcang’s scheme.