One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

About 100 meters away from here, on a thousand-year-old camphor tree with lush branches and leaves.

"puff--"

A young Taoist priest wearing a dark blue robe suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea.

"Cough cough cough... This is scalding hot!"

The Taoist priest looked to be in his early twenties, with heavy eye bags and a listless appearance.

He gripped the tree trunk with one hand and tightly held a large enamel thermos cup with the words "Serve the People" printed on it with the other.

He was none other than the King of Wudang Mountain.

Wang Ye didn't bother wiping the tea stains from the corner of his mouth. His usually half-open, sleepy eyes were now wide open like copper bells.

He stared intently in the direction where Zhang Taichu had disappeared, then looked down at the three burly men kneeling on the ground.

"Goodness..."

Wang Ye gasped and rubbed his face.

"The waters of Longhu Mountain are truly extraordinary."

He unscrewed the lid of the thermos, carefully blew on the steam, took a sip of the tea with goji berries floating in it, and calmed his nerves.

"Although these three Iron Hand Sect members are second-rate, they are still trained fighters, and their external martial arts skills are not just for show."

Wang Ye smacked his lips twice, his brows gradually furrowing into a deep frown.

"But just now... that person sweeping the floor didn't even seem to lift a hand, did they?"

He extended one finger, made two doodles in the air, and muttered something under his breath:

"Something's not right, something's really not right."

"I am a descendant of Feng Hou Qi Men, and I am most sensitive to the flow of Qi."

"Just a moment ago, let alone the burst of Qi, there wasn't even the slightest trace of Qi on that sweeping Taoist."

Wang Ye scratched his messy hair, tucked the thermos under his armpit, and gestured with both hands:

"When a normal person fights, they gather their energy, channel their strength, and unleash it."

"But this guy... it's like he just moved a mountain and smashed it on someone's head."

"What kind of method is this? Pure physical strength? Or some profound technique that even I can't understand?"

The commotion under the tree continued.

Some of the bolder people went over to help the three burly men up, but as soon as they touched them, the three men let out screams like pigs being slaughtered.

"Don't move! Don't move! The bones... the bones seem to be broken!"

Hearing the screams below, Wang also shrank back.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this move... it looks effortless, but it's actually quite ruthless."

He hugged his thermos tightly again, leaned against the tree trunk, and yawned.

"Forget it, forget it, it's none of my business."

"I'm just here to watch the show, that's all."

"It's best to avoid provoking such a ruthless character who appears out of nowhere."

As Wang Ye spoke, he closed his eyes, preparing to catch up on some sleep.

however.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Wang Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer sleepy at all; they were filled with restless curiosity.

"No!"

He sat up abruptly, almost dropping the thermos he was holding.

"My heart feels like it's being scratched by a cat."

"I'll just take a look."

Wang Ye licked his lips, his eyes flashing:

"Just take a look at this person's fate. See which deity has descended to earth, or which demon has been born."

"As long as we don't investigate too deeply and just do a simple fortune telling, there shouldn't be any major trouble, right?"

He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him in the tree.

"Hehe, I'll just... just peek for a little bit."

Wang Ye carefully placed the thermos on the tree branch.

He took a deep breath, and his expression instantly turned serious.

He slowly raised his hands, forming a strange hand seal in front of his chest.

"The changes of the heavens have transformed me into a king."

hum-

A soft hum, audible only to a warlock, echoed in the air.

Centered on Wang Ye, an invisible ripple instantly spread outwards.

The once unremarkable tree canopy instantly transformed in his view.

Countless pale blue lines crisscrossed, forming a massive Qimen formation that enveloped the space within a radius of several hundred meters.

In Wang Ye's eyes, it seemed as if stars were flowing.

He glanced down at his feet.

"The character 'Kun' represents the Earth River Chariot."

No, it wasn't a fight.

Wang Ye shook his head, his fingers moving rapidly.

The character "巽" (xùn) means "to listen to the wind whisper".

No, that's not right. It's not about listening.

"Since it's about fortune telling..."

Wang Ye's gaze deepened, and his finger suddenly clenched:

"The clapper... rise!"

The flow of time around us seemed to slow down at this moment.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Wang Ye's forehead.

He stretched out his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and precisely grasped a faintly visible thread amidst the intricate and complex Qimen Dunjia formation.

That's the line of cause and effect.

The path extends in the direction Zhang Taichu left.

"Let me see who you really are."

A confident smile appeared on Wang Ye's lips.

Feng Hou Qi Men is one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, a unique skill capable of revealing the secrets of heaven.

Even a top figure like the Old Celestial Master could be figured out by Wang Ye if he wanted to.

At most, it'll just take a bit of effort and cause you to spit out some blood.

The thread of cause and effect trembled slightly at Wang Ye's fingertips.

Following the lines, his consciousness flew by rapidly.

Through the morning mist, through the woods.

at last.

At the edge of his consciousness, he saw the figure carrying a broom.

That figure looked so ordinary, so lazy.

He was like the kind of young Taoist priests you see in every Taoist temple who just coast through life.

"Found it."

Wang Ye chuckled.

"This is just a normal... huh?"

His smile suddenly froze on his face.

Because the moment his consciousness touched that figure.

The figure that was once clear suddenly became blurry.

It's like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly spreading out.

Followed by.

An indescribable, ancient and vast aura, following that causal thread, swept back without warning!

"What is this?!"

The color drained from Wang Ye's face instantly.

In his inner world.

The originally orderly Qimen formation collapsed instantly in the face of that aura, as if it were made of paper.

No destiny.

There is no past.

There is no future.

What he saw was no longer just a person.

Instead, it was a... sun!

A blazing sun hangs high in the endless void.

That wasn't warm sunlight.

That was a terrifying flame capable of burning everything and evaporating everything!

And at the deepest part of that raging fire, it seemed to connect to a bottomless black abyss.

Light and darkness.

Extreme heat and extreme cold.

Two completely opposite forces merged perfectly, forming a black hole that devoured everything.

"No...impossible!"

Wang Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and even small bloodstains appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He felt as if his soul was being gripped tightly by a red-hot iron clamp and then violently pulled towards that black hole.

"This is not a person's destiny!"

"This is a fucking natural disaster!"

Wang also wanted to loosen his grip and sever that causal thread.

But the terrifying suction force held his consciousness captive, making it impossible for him to break free.

Rumbling--

A thunderous roar resounded in his mind.

The great sun slowly rotated once.

Just this once.

The Qimen Dunjia formation set up by Wang Ye was completely shattered.

All the blue lines broke apart, turning into countless points of light that vanished.

An extremely domineering force, following the broken lines, slammed hard into Wang Ye's chest.

in the real world.

Wang Ye, who was in the tree, suddenly arched his body, curling up like a boiled shrimp.

"puff--!!!"

A large mouthful of blood, like a jet of blood, spurted violently onto the rough bark of the tree in front of him.

It dyed a large patch of moss red.

Clang!

The thermos cup, which was placed on a tree branch, was shaken off and crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times, spilling its goji berry tea all over the ground.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

Wang Ye gripped the tree trunk tightly with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into the bark.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a hissing sound like a bellows.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through the Taoist robe on his back.

His face was as white as a sheet of gold paper, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"This...this is fucking..."

Wang Ye trembled as he raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

That feeling of being on the verge of death was so real and terrifying.

Just a moment ago.

He truly felt as if he were being melted by that blazing sun.

If the other party hadn't had no intention to kill, and it was merely an instinctive reaction...

He is probably now just an empty shell without a soul.

Just then.

A chilling feeling washed over me again.

Wang Ye subconsciously raised his head.

Just a few hundred meters away, the path ended.

The figure that had been swaying as it walked suddenly stopped.

Zhang Taichu did not turn around.

He simply turned his head slightly to the side.

Through the morning mist hundreds of meters away, through the heavy shadows of the trees.

Those jet-black eyes glanced in this direction indifferently.

But it was just that one glance.

This made the hairs on Wang Ye's body stand on end in an instant.

He felt as if he had been stripped naked and was standing in the freezing snow.

Even though we're so far apart.

He could still clearly feel the weight in that gaze.

That was the condescending gaze of those in power.

In that instant, Wang Ye even forgot to breathe.

He remained frozen in that gripping-the-tree-trunk position, not daring to move an inch.

Until that figure turned around again, carrying a broom, and continued to sway and disappear into the morning mist.

That suffocating pressure finally dissipated.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Wang Ye looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his whole body slumped against the tree branch.

He reached out his hand shakily, trying to reach the thermos on the ground, but found that his hand was too weak to exert any strength.

"This Longhu Mountain..."

Wang Ye swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice terribly hoarse:

"This isn't some hidden dragon or crouching tiger at all..."

"This is clearly hiding a monster!"

He glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, then at the direction Zhang Taichu had disappeared, and a smile that was more like a grimace appeared on his lips:

"Master, you've really put your disciple in a terrible situation this time."

"They say the Luotian Grand Ritual is just a formality..."

"This divination almost cost me my life."

Wang Ye closed his eyes, but the image of that terrifying sun still lingered in his mind.

He took a deep breath and silently vowed to himself:

"We can't afford to offend them, we can't afford to offend them."

"From now on, if I see this gentleman, I'll just take a detour, okay?"

"This divination...it's absolutely unreliable!"