Chapter 901 - 118: Chance Encounter with Zhao the Divine Calculator

Chapter 901: Chapter 118: Chance Encounter with Zhao the Divine Calculator

Linglong’s expression was as calm as water, the once lively and playful look in her eyes completely hidden in the depths. She glanced at Mei Niang, "He’s even more vigilant than I thought. If I cling too much, I’ll only end up losing."

Linglong fell into deep thought. Mei Niang dared not say much. She pondered for a long time; nothing seemed wrong. How could he resist? The desire was obviously strong, but he could suppress it. Was her own Spiritual Ability lacking?

After a while, "You handle the other two yourself. Do not leak a bit."

"Mei Niang understands."

With a crisp sound, Linglong’s figure vanished.

Mei Niang’s expression returned to normal, and she walked towards another room with a smile. In the room, Fatty Nine and Shi Dazhu were lying sprawled out with two women beside them. Last night, they drank and got high, and later cheered for a night raid. In the end, they somehow lost consciousness.

Shi Dazhu turned around and grabbed something fatty and soft. Rubbing it hard, it felt big and soft, waking Fatty Nine. As their eyes met, they screamed, waking up Mixue Bingcheng.

"Why don’t the two masters sleep a little longer?"

The sisters said, rubbing their eyes.

Shi Dazhu and Fatty Nine glared at each other, almost throwing up, and rubbed their heads, wondering what happened last night.

"The two masters were too vigorous last night, almost tearing us sisters apart," the two women said resentfully.

"Haha, was it me being fierce last night or me being fierce?" Shi Dazhu boasted, puffing out his chest.

"Of course it was me being fierce!"

"You two, tell the truth!" Shi Dazhu said.

"Master Zhu was a bit fiercer, and Master Jiu lasted a bit longer," the two women said sweetly.

"Heck, Fatty Nine, you must have taken some elixir. Damn it, you elixir sellers are best at playing dirty!"

"I don’t need to take an elixir to deal with you. What are you thinking...? Damn, wasn’t last night taken advantage of by that country bumpkin!" Fatty Nine slapped his forehead.

"Being secondhand isn’t too bad either!" Waking up, Shi Dazhu felt capable again.

The two immediately dressed. Mei Niang knocked and entered. Upon seeing her, Shi Dazhu hurriedly asked, "Where’s that country bumpkin?"

"Country bumpkin? Oh, Master Xin, he said he went back to the Sect first," Mei Niang laughed.

"Oh, he left then. Where’s Miss Linglong?" Gan Jiu asked.

"Since Master Xin took Miss Linglong’s first night, he naturally had to redeem her," Mei Niang said.

"Ah, redeem her? Is that country bumpkin that rich? Is he planning to take her back to the Martial Heart Sect?" Gan Jiu was surprised, wondering if an Outer Disciple dared to bring a sweetheart back, was he seeking death.

"No, Master Xin is a genuine man. He set Miss Linglong free," Mei Niang said.

Shi Dazhu and Gan Jiu exchanged glances, "Where’s Miss Linglong?"

"She left."

"She left? How could you let her go!" Gan Jiu said, worried.

"Master Jiu, look at what you’re saying. Our Phoenix Singing Pavilion deals in proper business. When someone takes her contract, she naturally gains freedom. Besides, wasn’t he a friend of yours? I wouldn’t dare offend him."

"That dog... cough, cough, Mei Niang, do you have more of such goods?" Shi Dazhu asked.

"Master Zhu, I don’t know. Occasionally, disciples from the Jiuxiao Sect do get expelled as well. I’ll keep an eye out for you."

"Then... if you come across Miss Linglong again, tell her I can help her restore her Spirit Root. I don’t mind her," Gan Jiu said.

Mei Niang was stunned, her mouth twitching slightly before smiling, "Sure, Master Jiu, if I see Miss Linglong, I’ll definitely convey your message."

After saying so, she embraced Shi Dazhu, "Master Zhu, you must arrange some good Spirit and Body for me next month. My business relies on you."

Shi Dazhu caressed Mei Niang’s big backside, a wave of heat rising in his belly. This woman was indeed passionate. "Don’t worry, I’ll arrange the best batch for you, guaranteed to crush others."

The door closed automatically, and again, the room was filled with the sound of collisions...

***

Sitting at a roadside stall, eating steaming hot buns, Li Xin calmed his inner turmoil. This woman was something else. He initially thought the rising desire came from her beauty, but now it seemed to be the seductive woman’s Cultivation Technique. Normally it wouldn’t be like this, and she even made him bewitched enough to redeem her.

Hell, five Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, was he crazy?

At that time, he hadn’t thought it through at all, just feeling he should take responsibility and do something to have peace of mind.

Seductive woman, he still underestimated her.

In the future, encountering seductive women required full vigilance since they could be quite formidable.

It took eating over ten big meat buns to calm down. Without Spiritual Energy, the buns merely filled his stomach, leaving a lingering sense of emptiness and unfulfillment. No wonder cultivators must eat Spirit Rice rich in Spiritual Energy and Spirit Beast. Once tasted, the difference was substantial.

The Spirit Rice and Spirit and Body Shi Dazhu and Gan Jiu managed seemed to have their own channels. Though the meat quality was average, the Spiritual Ability was genuine.

"Young brother, I see you have something on your mind. Want me to divine something for you?" An old man at the next table said.

Li Xin glanced at the old man who appeared at an unknown time, thin and frail, with a Divination Master’s sign at his feet.

"Old man, no need. I don’t believe in that," Li Xin said.

"Young brother, if it’s not accurate, I’ll charge nothing. I observe your forehead is prominent, your demeanor extraordinary, yet your fate palace is dark, seemingly oppressed. You must have something unresolved. This old man is the 108th generation of the Divination Sect, able to change fortunes and solve doubts. If it’s not accurate, no charge. Not useful, no charge." The old man moved in, shamelessly said.

Li Xin couldn’t help but laugh, "Old man, I don’t do fortune-telling. I don’t get along with fortune-tellers. I’ve been burned before. I’ll pay for your breakfast, is that okay?"

"That wouldn’t do. There are rules in this line. Since you don’t want a reading, I can offer advice to offset the meal." The old man smiled.

Gazing at the fortune-teller coming out with sunglasses early in the morning, Li Xin smiled, "Old sir, what should I call you?"

"When I was born, my eyes were sharp like torches. My master named me Zhao Chusheng, but everyone calls me Blind Zhao," Zhao said.

"In your line of work, it seems you’re either blind or crippled; there’s none intact?" Li Xin asked curiously.

"Young brother, that’s a misconception. It illustrates our professionalism. Revealing heavenly secrets requires some sacrifices, doesn’t it? In our line, we earn a living based on expertise, not deceit. Aren’t you filled with confusion about your own path?" Blind Zhao laughed.

Li Xin slowly put down the bun, looking at the Blind Zhao in front, a smile appearing on his face. "What can Zhao the Divine Calculator teach me?"

"In this world, everyone dreams of becoming a god. Though roads seem vast, they’re dead ends. The key lies in preferring shortcuts without realizing that the most crucial part of the path to the heavens is the foundation. The quality of the Extraordinary Three Lives directly determines the outcome," Zhao the Divine Calculator said.

"Oh?" Li Xin noncommittally replied.

"Young brother, understanding but feigning ignorance isn’t good. Power is the Lower Grade, ability the Middle Grade, order the Upper Grade, law the Super Grade, and the Heavenly Dao the Ultimate Grade," Zhao the Divine Calculator said faintly, "Do you think I can have this breakfast?"

"Boss, add two more steamer baskets to this table, seafood ones. Also, bring two plates of beef and a pot of wine," Li Xin said.

"Alright, sir, one moment please." The boss responded enthusiastically.