Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 183 Unpredictable Fate, Only Life and Death

As soon as the words "Little Poison God" were uttered, many cultivators around, as well as some villagers from Dawang Village, changed their expressions and quickly distanced themselves from the young man.

Although the common people did not know the Little Poison God's great name, the word "poison" was not unfamiliar to them, who lived on the edge of the Death Swamp.

A cultivator known for his poisons is not someone to be trifled with; in fact, you might not know when you'll be poisoned and die.

Therefore, upon hearing this title, the people looked at the young man with a mixture of fear and even disgust.

As for those cultivators, needless to say.

Over the past decade, the Demonic Cult has become increasingly rampant, and among them, the leading figure of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, one of the four major sects, is none other than Qin Wuyan, known as the Little Poison God.

After the Poison God was eliminated by the righteous path, the Little Poison God's poison skills were unparalleled. Even the senior masters of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were far from being his match in terms of poison skills.

The appearance of such a dangerous person here even made some cultivators' legs tremble with fear.

Zhou Yixian, who was sitting at the wooden table, was so frightened that he trembled all over and accidentally tipped over along with the chair.

The young man's expression darkened upon hearing this; his face instantly turned cold, and he gave a soft snort.

"Who do you think it is? It turns out to be the wonderful young master of the Hehuan Sect."

"Little sister, since that's the case, why don't you also predict my fortune?"

Jin Ping'er, dressed in a pale yellow dress, gracefully landed on the wooden table, smiled slightly at Xiao Huan who was helping Zhou Yixian to his feet, and said softly.

Zhou Yixian's expression darkened when he saw Jin Ping'er there, and he spoke softly.

"If you want your fortune told, it'll cost fifty taels!"

"Fifty taels?"

Qin Wuyan was taken aback upon hearing this. Even with his experience, he was startled and exclaimed softly.

Zhou Yixian was also startled. He first shrank his neck, then, as if remembering something, he raised his head and explained in a deep voice.

"That's right, fifty taels. Forty taels are for my medical treatment, and the remaining ten taels are for the incense money for the fortune telling. Of course, since we have such an honored guest today, I can offer a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er couldn't help but chuckle. This old man was still so greedy and reckless, even trying to rob Qin Wuyan's money. She immediately said...

“Alright, since he's the one who scared the old man, then let the old man ask him for the money.”

Qin Wuyan's eyes flickered slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took out a small bag of silver from his sleeve and threw it directly onto Zhou Yixian's wooden table, saying in a deep voice.

"I only have thirty-seven taels of silver here. If the old man..."

Before Qin Wuyan could finish speaking, Zhou Yixian swiftly snatched the silver from the small bag without Qin Wuyan even glancing at him.

After quickly putting away the silver, Zhou Yixian put on a smile and, with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, began to speak.

"Meeting is fate. Face reading has always emphasized fate. As for money, it is all external things. It doesn't matter how much you have, as long as you are sincere!"

Qin Wuyan's lips twitched involuntarily. He felt that this old man was utterly shameless. When he took the silver from him just now, he did so so quickly, as if he was afraid the silver would grow wings and fly away. Xiao Huan also rolled her eyes at Zhou Yixian, but then took a piece of paper and a pen from the side and handed them to Qin Wuyan.

"Please write a word on this paper, sir, and I'll analyze it for you..."

"No need. I'll just write down my name, and you can take a look and see if my luck on this trip is good or bad."

Qin Wuyan took the banknote and wrote his name on it.

Xiao Huan looked down at the three large characters "Qin Wuyan" and saw that the handwriting was neat, the strokes were restrained, and the characters were quite beautiful. She blinked and then smiled and said.

"Your name contains the character '炎' (Yan), which represents the ultimate Yang energy, yet it is suppressed by the character '无' (Wu). This leads to a turning point, and the character '秦' (Qin) represents the west. Traveling to the cold and yin lands of the west will bring you great fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuyan couldn't help but smile. The Death Swamp was located in the west and was a cold and damp place.

Seeing this, Jin Ping'er chuckled softly, then wrote her name on it and stared intently at Xiao Huan.

Meeting Jin Ping'er's gaze, Xiao Huan was also taken aback for a moment. She then composed herself, picked up the paper, examined it for a while, and then spoke again.

“This young lady’s surname is ‘Jin’, and the west is the land of Geng metal, which is a land of desolation. However, ‘bottle’ can hold water, and water represents life and endless vitality. Perhaps the young lady can turn the tide and avoid disaster.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er's face softened even more, and she was about to put down her pen when a large hand reached out from the side and snatched the pen from her hand.

"Since we have a buy-one-get-one-free offer, how about we buy one and get two free? Miss, could you help me calculate the price?"

The faint laughter startled Xiao Huan slightly. She looked up and saw a Taoist priest in a light blue robe smiling at her.

Xiao Huan paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile in her eyes. Zhou Yixian, who was about to refuse, sighed with regret upon seeing this.

Just as Zhang Xiaofan picked up his pen to write, Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er both turned to look at him. Almost instantly, Qin Wuyan retreated rapidly, creating a large distance between himself and Zhang Xiaofan.

Jin Ping'er, though surprised by Zhang Xiaofan's sudden appearance, only took two steps back warily, unlike Qin Wuyan who reacted violently.

"Master, what would you like to have divined? Is it also about your fate?"

After seeing Zhang Xiaofan write four large characters on the paper, Zhou Yixian couldn't help but ask softly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback. After pondering for a moment, he spoke softly.

"We cannot predict fate, only life and death!"

The calm voice slowly emanated, causing Jin Ping'er, Xiao Huan, and even Qin Wuyan to pause in surprise. Immediately, their gazes toward Zhang Xiaofan were filled with even more fear.

If a sword immortal, rumored to be invincible below the Taiqing realm, were to enter this deadly swamp with a martyr's heart, it would definitely not be good news for the Demonic Sect.

After all, a person who is not afraid of death is enough to make people wary, let alone one who is determined to die for his cause.

In particular, this guy possesses several formidable magical treasures.

Thinking of this, Qin Wuyan couldn't help but swallow hard. Even some of the hidden disciples of the Demonic Sect couldn't help but feel fear, and some even began to back down.

(End of this chapter)