novelaction Chapter 531 The Half-Immortal's Divination
Chapter 531 The Half-Immortal's Divination
Chapter 531: A Diviner's Divination
This was the first time Li Qinghua, who had been a dragon for many years, had met a cultivator who knew Xue Lan.
He was also a demon cultivator, just like her.
The woman's expression remained unchanged, but her golden eyes subtly scanned the young man before her, and then she spoke calmly:
"Miss Xue and I are old acquaintances."
Shang Xun looked at the all-too-familiar demonic aura emanating from the woman before him and slowly shook his head:
"I'm afraid it's not just old acquaintances, is it?"
"Ordinary acquaintances won't interfere in other people's misfortunes."
As soon as he spoke, Shang Xun felt the mist from the entire Qinglin River gather beneath his small boat in an instant. Li Qing's voice was cold and authoritative:
"I don't understand what you're saying, senior."
"If you don't understand, then you don't understand!" Shang Xun said with a grin, drawing a semicircle in front of him with his right hand and then pressing it down!
Li Qing saw a faint blue demonic aura emanate from the young man's palm opposite him, and then gently landed on the surface of the Qinglin River.
A single green branch by the water's edge brings stillness to the vast, raging river.
All the water vapor that Li Qing had just mobilized was easily suppressed by Shang Xun. The young man had a faint smile on his lips: "Goddess of the River God, please don't misunderstand. I am just a Taoist priest who likes to tell fortunes."
Li Qing lowered his eyes to look at the slowly flowing Qinglin River, his handsome brows furrowing slightly.
She had initially thought that the person in front of her was just a senior member of the demon race who traveled around, whose cultivation was higher than hers, but not by much. Now she realized that she had been too arrogant.
The strangely behaving man before them was at least a true demon lord, effortlessly suppressing the power of the river as if he were holding a small fish on a hook.
But how could there be a demon lord in the mortal realm?
Li Qing looked at Shang Xun with her golden eyes, and said in a relaxed and carefree tone, "Just now, Senior asked me a question, and Li Qing would also like to ask Senior a question."
Shang Xun waved his hand generously: "Go ahead and ask."
Li Qing first cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Shang Xun, and only then did he slowly speak:
"This junior would like to know, senior, what brings you to Qinglinjiang this time?"
Shang Xun was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Li Qing to ask so directly. The young man smiled and said:
"Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?"
Li Qing shook his head decisively: "If it were before, I would have believed it. But after witnessing your methods just now..."
The woman paused slightly halfway through her sentence: "Li Qing is not a fool after all."
Shang Xun found this River Goddess very interesting.
The woman's original form was a rare black dragon. It seemed that she had not been a dragon for long, but her body was surrounded by a considerable amount of dragon energy, and a piece of dragon bone full of spiritual energy was growing between her eyebrows.
In addition, the incense smoke around Li Qing was also extremely strong, and the divine aura emanating a faint golden light transformed into a five-colored halo behind her.
Both the path of demon cultivation and the path of the divine are open and unobstructed, and given time, their future is limitless.
Thinking of this, Shang Xun sighed softly to himself:
"No wonder Xue Lan has taken a liking to him."
Li Qing saw the man opposite him pick up his fishing rod from the small boat. In the young man's hand, the fishing rod transformed into a simple bamboo hairpin, which he casually stuck into his disheveled hair.
"I cannot tell you the purpose of my visit, but I can tell your fortune."
The young man took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them all into a small tortoise shell hanging from his waist. Then he began to shake it vigorously.
"Clatter, crash, crash."
The sound of copper coins clashing was exceptionally clear on the Qinglin River at night, harmonizing with the slow flow of the water, like an ancient sacrificial melody.
As Shang Xun continued to shake the tortoise shell in his hand, Li Qing saw a wisp of water vapor from the Qinglin River slowly fly into the tortoise shell.
The young man smiled and said, "It's starting."
Then Li Qing saw a wisp of dragon energy fly into the tortoise shell from his body.
"Senior!" The woman's voice was icy cold, and sharp claws quietly sprouted from her fingertips hidden in her sleeve.
"Don't panic." Shang Xun turned his head slightly to look at Li Qing, his emerald eyes shining with a faint light in the night, breathtakingly beautiful.
The young man shook the tortoise shell in his hand: "There's one last one."
A tranquil scene unfolds in a small fishing village by the river, hundreds of miles away, slumbering in the gentle night.
"mother……"
"I need to pee..."
The little boy, who was sleeping between his parents, suddenly sat up and said in a muffled voice.
The young woman next to her reached out and touched her son's face: "Go by yourself, don't wake your great-grandfather."
The little boy, wearing a short jacket, got off the kang (a heated brick bed) in a daze and hurriedly walked outside. When he finished urinating and wanted to go back to sleep, he suddenly saw a red light coming out from the crack in the door of his main room.
He knew what was facing the door in the main room; it was a red fish statue that protected him on his voyages and ensured the health of his offspring. His great-grandfather always told him to call it the Red Fish Fairy.
"Has the fairy maiden appeared?"
The little boy curiously took a few steps forward and peered through the crack in the door.
This was quite a sight. He saw that the red fish porcelain statue he worshipped was emitting a faint red light, and a small figure dressed as a Taoist priest was standing in front of the fish statue, turning around and glancing at him.
"What's your name?" the little man asked him with a smile.
The little boy wasn't afraid; instead, he curiously pushed open the door and said, "My name is Zhao Yusheng."
"Sashimi?" The little man chuckled softly.
"This can also be considered as the cause and effect of Lord Wolf King."
"Come here."
The little figure gently beckoned to Zhao Yusheng, and the little boy happily went closer, then the figure touched his forehead:
"I guarantee you will be free from all illnesses in the future, and never forget this red fish."
"Sashimi!"
A woman's voice called from outside the door. Zhao Yusheng turned his head to look outside, and when he turned back, the little man was gone, and even the red fish had stopped glowing.
"Mother, Mother!" the little boy screamed as he ran out of the main room: "The big red fish isn't shining anymore."
"What big red fish!" The young woman grabbed her son's ear:
"That's the Red Fish Fairy."
"I think you're still half asleep. Come back with me."
The courtyard was filled with howling and wailing, and Shang Xun, standing on the Qinglin River, couldn't help but chuckle.
Li Qing watched as a faint red aura entered the tortoise shell in the man's hand.
Only then did Shang Xun stop what he was doing. Several copper coins were flung out of the tortoise shell and floated in mid-air.
A pale blue star map slowly unfolded beneath the copper coin, its stars twinkling and echoing the starry sky above the two people. Silvery-white star power continuously swirled around the copper coin.
Li Qing suddenly spoke up: "Is this my divination?"
Shang Xun pointed to the banner behind him:
"A half-immortal only divines half of the fate of others, and the river god, who is involved, also knows this."
After saying this, Shang Xun took a copper coin from the star map and handed it to Li Qing.
Li Qing accepted the ancient coin covered in green patina.
Shang Xun took a small step back, his figure gradually disappearing, but his voice remained crystal clear:
"There is a red fish festival missing on the banks of the Qinglin River. It is scheduled for the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month every year, the day before New Year's Eve."
"Goddess of the River, remember this well!"
The author, Calvin Kavenka, is dead. I'll continue writing tomorrow.