Chapter 79: The Terrified Old Fortune-Teller

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: The Terrified Old Fortune-Teller

"Master..."

Lin Qingqing gazed at the back of the suddenly appeared Chen Sha, tears of joy streaming down her face.

A moment ago, in what felt like her final seconds, images of her own death had already begun to flash through her mind.

Her thoughts turned to her family.

Among them were her parents and her older brother.

The last person to flash through her mind was, surprisingly, the young master from the mountain whom she had known for less than a month.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the last person she expected to see before death appeared right before her, alive and well.

Song Yu looked as if he’d seen a ghost, staring at Chen Sha’s back.

"Junior Brother, you... When did you leave the mountain?"

Under the circumstances, what other explanation could there be? ’Chen Sha must have secretly left the mountain.’

In the distance, Weii Wuji’s expression shifted drastically when he heard Lin Qingqing and Song Yu cry out.

He scrutinized the young Daoist who had appeared out of nowhere, his face a mask of suspicion and doubt.

"You are... the new Sect Leader of Dao Yi Mountain?"

’That means he’s Chen Canxuan’s son!’

But even if he was the Sect Leader of Dao Yi Mountain, he wasn’t an Immortal. How on earth had he suddenly appeared right under his blade?

Weii Wuji wracked his brain but couldn’t make sense of it.

Dozens of yards away, the old fortune-teller who had been watching the ruined temple was struck with utter disbelief.

’My eyes can’t be deceiving me... That young man, he really did just appear out of thin air!’

Of everyone present, he’d had the best vantage point. He saw it with perfect clarity—the tall young Daoist had distinctly... materialized out of thin air!

Back at the ruined temple, it didn’t take long for Lin Qingqing and Song Yu to notice something unusual. After appearing, their familiar Sect Leader showed no intention of responding to them.

He simply raised his eyes to look at Weii Wuji. With his hands clasped behind his back, he began to walk forward, step by step, having already locked onto the one who had just swung the blade.

He intended to crush him.

THUMP!

Chen Sha’s footsteps were light, but to Weii Wuji, they sounded like the pounding of a war drum. He quickly realized it was the sound of his own heart hammering in his chest.

’My heart is racing? This... Am I frightened? No, impossible. Me, frightened?’

Weii Wuji fought to control his emotions, staring intently at the approaching youth. ’It’s just that his Body Technique and Lightweight Skill are unusually bizarre,’ he thought. ’He’s not his father, Chen Canxuan. How could I possibly be scared of a young man not even twenty years old?’

He couldn’t deny that the young Daoist’s appearance was baffling.

In fact, his youth was proof enough that he couldn’t be a resurrected Chen Canxuan. He was merely his son.

He had nothing to fear.

’I never expected that two juniors leaving the mountain would be enough to make the Sect Leader of Dao Yi Mountain himself act as a hidden protector,’ Weii Wuji thought. ’But thinking about it, she is indeed worthy of it.’

’Well then, let’s see how this son of Chen Canxuan measures up to his old man.’

The way the youth had caught his saber strike meant he couldn’t be underestimated.

But he wasn’t alone. He still had a companion in the distance.

The old fortune-teller’s Power was even greater than his own.

’If I can kill the new Sect Leader of Dao Yi Mountain—Chen Canxuan’s son—today, my name will shake the Jianghu!’

At this thought, the emotion in Weii Wuji’s eyes flared, and a savage grin spread across his face.

"I don’t care how you got here. Die!"

He stomped, and the Grandmaster Power throughout his body surged to its absolute peak.

In an instant.

His saber slashed out, creating countless glints of light that hung in the air before the ruined temple, like a star chart born from his blade.

Each point of starlight held infinite killing intent!

This was his signature creation, the Grandmaster Level Saber Technique—the Chaotic Star Saber!

SSSSSHHHH—

Saber Qi tore through the air. The falling rain could not escape, sent flying in all directions by the whistling, raging force. A torrent of raindrops, swept up in the terrifying strike, hurtled toward Chen Sha!

Song Yu and Lin Qingqing tensed up instantly.

But the tall figure with his back to them remained silent, continuing to walk forward step by step. At his side, the hand hanging from his sleeve slowly clenched into a fist.

The next instant!

He smashed his fist into the crisscrossing net of starlight blades before him.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

The muffled chimes of countless blades striking something indestructible echoed through the rainy night.

BANG!

Weii Wuji felt as if his blade had not struck flesh and blood, but an unbreakable Vajra mountain. The mere rebound from the impact was like a clap of thunder exploding against the edge of his saber.

The sheer, terrifying power of the young Daoist’s casual punch was beyond description.

Just one punch...

"BLEGH..."

The blade of his saber trembled violently. Weii Wuji felt the terrifying Fist Power travel instantly from his hand up his arm and slam into his chest. His insides felt as if they were Overturning Rivers and Seas, and he violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!

His Heart Spirit quaked.

’No, this shouldn’t be... How can his Fist Power be so terrifying...?’

Still reeling in disbelief, Weii Wuji’s gaze met the young Daoist’s once more. In that brief instant, he felt as if he weren’t facing a man at all, but an emotionless Celestial God.

After throwing the punch, Chen Sha continued to advance.

At the same time, he slowly brought his other hand from behind his back. Expressionless, with the majesty of a Divine Spirit, he formed a Fist Seal and brought it down from high above, aiming for the top of Weii Wuji’s head!

RUMBLE~~~

Before the punch even landed, the air and rain above Weii Wuji’s head seemed to freeze solid, as if everything had been immobilized by the terrifying Qi Power behind the fist.

Weii Wuji’s Heart Spirit was seized with terror as a thought, so absurd he could barely believe it himself, flashed through his mind.

’I’m going to die from this punch...’

Under the pressure of the descending fist, the veins on his skin bulged and his face flushed crimson.

Then, his gaze lost focus, drifting uncontrollably. He no longer saw the darkness of the rainy night, but a Carousel of memories spinning beyond his command...

It started with his childhood, begging to survive. Then his youth, when he killed the leader of the Beggar Gang, stole his money, and sought out a master to learn martial arts. At thirty, he reached a first-rate level. He stumbled upon a chessboard... was granted the Lone Star Treasure Saber... and learned several Superior Saber Techniques of the Jianghu...

Then fifteen years later, finally at forty-five, his Saber Technique reached Great Success, and he stepped into the Grandmaster Realm.

Scene after scene, his entire life flashed before his eyes. The final image returned to the present: that fist above him—fair as jade, round as the moon, with veins bulging on its surface—descending from the heavens!

Death!

Weii Wuji finally understood. He was experiencing the legendary Carousel that appears before death.

Despair, madness, and even hysteria, all erupted in this final moment...

"I can’t accept this..."

Beneath the descending fist, he used the last of his strength to scream for help:

"Fortune-teller, save me!!"

In the distance.

The moment Chen Sha threw his second punch, the old fortune-teller’s eyes twitched wildly. His heart hammered like a drum as he blurted out, "The invincible Dao Yi Seal!"

Immediately after, Weii Wuji’s hysterical cry for help reached his ears.

Standing far away, the old fortune-teller watched with chilling clarity as the terrifying fist descended from the sky and smashed into Weii Wuji’s skull.

An expert of the Grandmaster Realm... and his head exploded like a watermelon, spattering blood and brain matter everywhere.

’Such power...’

The old fortune-teller’s lips trembled, his eyes filled with stark terror.

’To kill a fellow Grandmaster with a punch!’

He remembered a scene from long ago.

That year, when he was still in his prime, the fortune-teller had visited a place called Huamei Manor. There, he had witnessed a terrifying sight that would remain etched in his memory forever.

At the time, the Manor Master of Huamei Manor was a world-renowned Great Innate Expert, and the fortune-teller had been invited to the manor as a guest.

But just half a day after his arrival, the Sect Leader of Dao Yi Mountain appeared at the gates, his hands clasped behind his back.

The number one expert in the world.

After entering the manor, before Manor Master Liuu Xu could even say a word, the Sect Leader struck. With a single punch, Liuu Xu, a fellow Great Innate Expert, was killed on the spot, unable to even cry out in defiance.

Only later did the old fortune-teller learn that the technique was the Dao Yi Seal, the very source of Chen Canxuan’s invincibility.

Now, seeing the Dao Yi Seal once more, seeing this young Daoist kill Weii Wuji with a punch... the two scenes seemed to merge into one.

’Chen Can... Xuan? Has Chen Canxuan been resurrected?!!’

The old fortune-teller’s lips trembled, his eyes fearful, as if he had returned to the nightmare of that year.

’It’s like seeing a ghost... I’ve really seen a ghost. I can’t die here! I have to get out of here, now! He can’t find out I was watching...’

Muttering to himself, he instantly cast aside Weii Wuji’s dying plea. He tried to take a step, but his legs gave out. He had to viciously punch his thighs twice just to regain control of his limbs.

He disappeared into the rainy night’s forest as if running for his life.

He fled with such haste, it was as if the man who, just a few days ago, had declared ’Dao Yi Mountain is nothing special’ was someone else entirely.