Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 161, Section 031: Aid in Crisis (Seeking First Subscription)

"Hahaha, little girl, are you still living in a dream?"

The Cloud-Turning Hand laughed heartily, his broken Mandarin laced with a thick Cantonese accent, "Then let me ask you, what is Heaven! What is the Way! Are White Walkers born to die! Why aren't humans the ones who die!"

Qing Yise stared at him, her eyes filled with a chill: "It's only been a day, and you've already forgotten your roots? Are all the White Walkers so good at brainwashing?"

“I just realized reality earlier than you all,” he said. “This world is neither the world of humans nor the world of the White Walkers. I’ve seen crazy investors, gambling with humans and with ghosts at the forefront of the times. In the end, I’m just an opportunist myself.”

"I don't know what you're talking about, but your schemes and ambitions will definitely not succeed." Qing Yise stared at him coldly.

"Thank you for your kind words." The shameless Cloud-Turning Hand said with a grin, "However, you won't be able to see it. Hand over [Turning Hands to Make Rain]."

A sudden chill ran up her spine, and Qing Yise sensed the ruthlessness in the man's voice. The reason Qing Yise was able to participate in this assassination attempt, besides being a Japanese language major with no communication barriers, was due to her frequently used phrase, "turning her hand to create clouds," which she paired with "turning her hand to create rain."

"Don't even think about it!" Qing Yise gritted her teeth, waved her hands, and her silver nine-section whip crackled. The dart head transformed into a chasing eagle, thrusting straight at the Cloud-Turning Hand on the tree.

With a backflip, he dodged the incoming nine-section whip, hooked his legs around the tree, and as the whip retracted, he performed another backflip and rolled down.

Qing Yise was furious. He used his hands, elbows, shoulders, and waist to exert force in turn, stabilizing his lower body. At the same time, he used his wrist as a fulcrum to wrap the nine-section whip around his body to regain power. With a flick of his wrist, he released it, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and shot off in a straight line.

The whip had a dart at its tip, and a ribbon at the end. In the dim light, only a flash of silver light could be seen, and the red ribbons fluttered and swept in arcs, blooming in circles around her.

The Cloud-Turning Hand was unarmed, and besides, each martial artist had their own unique skills, making it not so easy to deal with. But he still kept talking: "The Nine-Section Whip is said to be soft yet firm, but your strength is still lacking."

Qing Yise had no time to listen to his nonsense, because the Nine-Section Whip wasn't just a stationary flick of the whip. Instead, it involved a series of movements—stepping, lifting the waist, raising the foot, straddling the leg, and twisting the wrist—that allowed the dart thrower to maintain a skillful, opportunistic approach. Her fighting style was airtight; the whip swung in perfect circles. The nine-section whip would sweep past and then quickly return, like ripples spreading across metal. The bare-handed Cloud Hand technique couldn't even get close to her.

One step leads to another, one movement leads to a flower, and one flower evolves into three transformations!

The phrase "Turning one's hand to make rain" continuously spreads its influence, symbolizing that the holder is making the most of its power.

"It does have some merit." The Cloud-Turning Hand was quite satisfied, but his eyes slowly turned cold. "If someone is just a martial artist who knows some fist and foot techniques, he doesn't qualify as a Fate Controller!"

Thick black dust billowed out, like a steam-powered train in the steam age, belching out thick black smoke.

Qing Yise's eyes were blurred by the smoke and dust, and tears streamed down his face. In addition, the intense wielding of the nine-section whip greatly affected his vision, causing his whip technique to loosen involuntarily. He instinctively covered his mouth and nose with the hand wrapped around the end of the whip, coughing incessantly.

Suddenly, a burst of energy shot out from the darkness, condensing into a palm. Qing Yise was caught off guard and couldn't react in time. In her haste, she struck back with her palm, but her entire hand disappeared into the black clouds. The overwhelming demonic energy transformed into a human face, like a demon from hell, lunging at her.

"Ah!" The girl screamed in fright, her blood surging within her body. The opponent's gentle force penetrated her internal organs, and she let out a muffled groan as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She was thrown to the ground.

The nine-section whips clattered and jingled all over the ground, the rings on them vibrating loudly.

The Cloud-Turning Hand materialized into a human form from the dark clouds and said quietly, "Now, my fist and foot techniques no longer pose a threat. My [Turning Hands to Clouds] has long since surpassed the limits of a century."

"You—" Qing Yise said, her heart heavy, as she collapsed to the ground, "You know perfectly well that a Fate Chaser cannot use a destiny phrase older than a hundred years, or they will be devoured by it!"

"I'm not a Fate Master now, and besides, isn't the fact that Fate Words over a hundred years old are proof that the Others are stronger than Fate Masters?" Fan Yun Shou chuckled, his right hand transforming into a claw at will. "They're clearly a bunch of guys who can control Fate, yet they can never touch Fate Words over a hundred years old; while those who only eat human flesh can easily break through the hundred-year lifespan limit. It's self-evident who's stronger, isn't it?"

"Incomprehensible!" Qing Yise was furious, but powerless to refute.

"Just hand over [Turning Hands into Rain] obediently, and you'll suffer less. Considering you were once my teammates, I won't eat you, okay?" He grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Pah!" Qing Yise's shoulder was scraped, and he sat up, clutching his wound. Qing Yise had tried to grab him and steal the [Turning Hands into Rain] from his body. Fate-related items were also treasures; it was said that in the dark, war-torn past, rare Fate-related items would even become the target of secret competition among Fate Masters.

At this moment, the usually taciturn Thirteen Orphans stretched out his large hand, which was like a tree trunk placed in front of the Cloud-Turning Hand.

"Oh? Old friend, even you want to fight me?" Fan Yunshou said, raising an eyebrow.

Thirteen Yao didn't speak, staring at him with a blank face, then slowly clenched his left hand into an iron fist.

"Very well." Fan Yun Shou accepted his provocation, spat, and was enveloped in black mist, like a demon king descending to earth. "I've been annoyed with you for a long time."

He roared and transformed into a cloud of mist, crashing towards Thirteen Orphans.

Thirteen Yao's stern face remained unchanged as he swung his fist, like a massive meteor hammer, directly at the apocalyptic meteor—

"boom!"

The trees in the park bend and twist, the swing frame creaks, and the sweeping air currents spread out from the point of origin, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to rustle.

The closest creature in the blue sky couldn't even withstand the clash between the two. It was thrown away by the shockwave, its back hitting a branch, further aggravating its injuries and causing it to faint.

……

Jin Ziyue glared fiercely at the woman in front of him.

She had her eyes half-closed, looking drowsy, but she was holding a small black pistol in her hand.

"Bang, bang."

The woman's marksmanship was poor, and she could only barely restrain Jin Ziyue's movements.

Black smoke swirled all around, and even the streetlights seemed to be choked, their dim yellow light resembling a dying face.

With blurred vision, the illusion created by the Cloud-Turning Hand technique continued to work as the character stumbled and bumped around.

Haruko Sada's current situation left him little time to think, but the lack of means to restrain this woman left him in a very passive position within the formation.

The two black mist puppets of the Cloud-Turning Hand also seized the opportunity to entangle him, giving him no chance to breathe.

"You don't seem like a thoughtful person at all." Jin Ziyue stared at Sui Mei, his breath coming in short gasps as he made a sarcastic remark.

Sui Mei mechanically turned her head, seemingly trying to figure out what he meant, but then gave up.

All I know is that my goal is to keep you in check.

Jin Ziyue had always felt that the woman's reaction was strange. The "sleeping and dying" state made people feel confused, but few people would be so cruel as to harm their own daughter.

Something must have happened to her during her time as a White Walker that caused such a drastic change in her personality.

Chapter Three is here! This novice author has been working incredibly hard these past few days to accumulate chapters!

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