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Before he finished speaking, Qingxu slipped away as if his feet were greased.

Zhuge Jianren was about to explode, "Master! All my secret stash of money is gone!"

"I know you still have some!"

Damn, his master can tell fortunes.

"Could you give me a discount?" Zhuge Jian tried to negotiate.

"Do you want me to break your bones?" Chang Xi wouldn't budge an inch; he wasn't going to try to save money from her.

Chang Xi faced Hong Yan and said solemnly, "This matter is temporarily put to rest. Starting today, my Weibo account will resume its previous lottery mode. If you want fortune telling, feng shui consultation, or ghost exorcism, you can participate in the lottery."

In case of any emergency, please notify me urgently through the back-end system. The fees have been published; please pay according to your needs. Thank you!

[I knew His Majesty was a good person!]

What's going on? Stealing secrets has turned into a grand-disciple recognizing a relative?

Chang Xi: I woke up to find myself a junior martial uncle at Wudang?!

[Just one trip out, and my seniority has increased.]

After the Xuanwu Tournament concludes, everyone will go their separate ways.

Only Chang Xi and his apprentice remained in the courtyard.

Lu Wenli was genuinely curious. "Master, does that Palm Thunder technique really require one to remain a virgin? Can I not practice it? I'm going to get married someday, I can't just have a vegetarian wedding, can I?"

Chang Xi looked him up and down. "It won't affect you, since you'll never be able to get married in this lifetime anyway."

"Huh?!" Upon hearing this, Lu Wenli exclaimed, "That won't do!"

Chang Xi didn't elaborate further, but instead glanced around furtively like a thief. Only after boarding the cable car did he say, "Actually, the authentic Palm Thunder doesn't need to remain a virgin at all."

I was probably just annoyed by the Sishui Grandmaster, so I deliberately added this to tease the founders of Wudang. Who knew they wouldn't notice anything amiss for centuries?

Even if you have a partner, you can still practice.

"Huh?!" Lu Wenli raised his voice, then lowered it, "Is our grandmaster really that despicable?"

"How can you talk like that?" Chang Xi rebuked him sternly, immediately stopping him in his tracks. "It seems a bit immoral."

"So now that they have partners, they can still practice palm strikes?"

"It probably won't work either," Chang Xi replied seriously. "Times have changed, and the Palm Thunder technique that Master Sishui taught them has been practiced in a different direction by the people of Wudang. It is very different from the Palm Thunder technique of Tiancheng Mountain."

If one's virginity is suddenly broken, all previous efforts will be wasted, and this skill will be rendered useless.

Lu Wenli didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Anyway, Wudang is also part of the Quanzhen Sect, and they are not interested in lust. It doesn't matter."

The winner has already been chosen for the lottery.

Chang Xi video-chatted with him.

"Hello, Master." This was a young man who seemed to have a bit of a homebody vibe. "I'd like to have my fortune told about my marriage prospects."

"Okay," Chang Xi said, looking at the boy's face and calculating with her fingers.

"You got a girlfriend, right?"

"Yes, you're right," the boy nodded.

"Our suggestion is to break up," Chang Xi advised.

"Why?" The boy didn't understand why she was suddenly advising him to break up. He had just met his true love!

"Because she's not human," Chang Xi explained, noticing the boy's pale face. "Not physically. I mean she's not a good person."

"Oh," the boy breathed a slight sigh of relief; it was good that he was human.

"Your new girlfriend is involved in a pyramid scheme," Chang Xi said. "After you started dating her, she would often complain about being poor and ask you to transfer money to her. You've transferred about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan to her in the first two months of your relationship, haven't you?"

"Yes," the boy said after a quick calculation, and it was indeed true.

"You're online friends, meet up next week," Chang Xi continued. "She'll invite you to her hometown, but actually she's just trying to trick you into going to eat kidneys. Your fate will be to die in a foreign land."

The boy held his head in distress and said, "Is it too late for me to break up now?"

"Of course there's still time," Chang Xi glanced at him again and said, "Your love life has been quite bumpy."

"None of the girlfriends you've had since you were 18 have been good people. They've either cheated you out of money, caused you financial losses, or brought you bad luck, like being cheated on or having someone else take advantage of you."

"Am I destined to grow old alone?" The boy refused to believe his fate was so tragic, his face filled with dejection.

"That's not entirely true."

The boy immediately perked up, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline, and asked expectantly, "Master, do you mean I can still find a girlfriend?"

"Actually, you can look at it from a different perspective," Chang Xi said, twirling his wrist. "Maybe your true love isn't a girl?"

"?" The boy's eyebrows shot up. "You, you, you mean, my destined partner is a man?"

"Yes," Chang Xi nodded and said, "That's right. After you meet him, your luck will improve. His destiny is good for you. You will experience some ups and downs, but it depends on whether you accept it or not."

"I don't really want to accept it," the boy shook his head, looking utterly dejected.

"Give up, you'll be driven crazy by women." Out of humanitarianism, Chang Xi tried to persuade him again: "You don't have to do anything, he'll satisfy your needs, isn't that great? Your life will be much better after you meet him, so try to be more open-minded."

The boy went downstairs in a daze.

"He's just not meant to be with girls."

"At first, he couldn't accept it and even tried to find a girlfriend," Chang Xi said, her eyes fixed on Lu Wenli. "But fate is like that; the more you resist, the more it clings to you. He's the type who says one thing but does another."

"Master, why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Wenli was completely bewildered.

"It's nothing."

"Oh," Lu Wenli heard the doorbell ring, went out and saw a local delivery with Chang Xi's name on it. He picked up the package and went inside. "Master, there's a package for you."

"I haven't bought anything recently," Chang Xi said, patting Hongyan's fluffy head. She had just opened half of the package when she received a call from Ji Rufeng.

"Hey, Officer Ji, what brings you to call me?"

"You received the package, right? That's your Thousand Threads Copper Coins," Ji Rufeng's voice sounded hoarse, as if he had been up for several nights in a row.

Chang Xi sensed something was wrong and asked, "You've exchanged my thousand-thread copper coins back, or have you brought the prisoner to justice?"

"No," Ji Rufeng said, looking very troubled. "On the way back to the police station, we were ambushed. One of our colleagues died and another was seriously injured, but they were rescued."

Chang Xi was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, he said, "Uh, shouldn't your comrades in the Special Investigations Department improve their own capabilities?"

Chang Xi's words were already very tactful; he was practically pointing his finger at Ji Rufeng and cursing them for being useless, letting the duck that was already in their hands fly away—it was truly unbelievable.

"The specifics are confidential, so I won't go into details. Goodbye," Ji Rufeng said, hanging up the phone and pushing open his boss's office door, ready to accept his punishment.