Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 93 Fortune Telling

After the group left, the room fell silent.

Before long, only the young couple and Su Nu, who hurriedly came downstairs, remained on the third floor.

The man in the green robe stared at the corpse for a long time.

"The Feng family is truly powerful, forcing a Divine Realm expert to bow down," he murmured with admiration.

The Divine Realm is the pinnacle of this martial arts world, and each member there is a grandmaster who has founded their own sect.

Although it is unknown what rank this old man is.

But one must not be humiliated by force, nor can one be deceived by one's own nature!

"My lord, I've heard that Feng Shouzhuo was originally a dissolute playboy in the city, skilled in all sorts of vices, such as eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. How could he..."

Recalling what had just happened, the woman beside her still felt somewhat incredulous.

Before arriving, the two had carefully inquired about the various forces within Qingyan City, as well as the major events that had occurred in recent days.

The Ganlin Grand Sacrifice, Huanglong Zhenren, the Feng family, the grain merchant family, the Jade Belt Pond Warehouse, the Black Abyss monsters, and so on.

The Feng family was especially highlighted in intelligence reports.

With two powerful experts at the Divine Realm in charge, this force is no small matter.

Incidentally, I also heard a little about Feng Shouzhuo, who was almost a spendthrift.

"His strength looks extremely refined; he's at least a master of the third level of strength."

In the martial arts world, powerful martial artists are renowned for their strength, which is so great that even birds cannot fly away and mosquitoes cannot tremble.

With its own invisible force, it dissipates the force of birds flapping their wings and mosquitoes trembling.

In addition to requiring extremely high control, it also requires exquisite skills in wielding force as easily as one's own arm.

While Feng Shou-zhuo's "the cup does not fall, the wine does not disperse" represents the state of not even flying away, and being free from the constraints of life.

But it's still surprising enough.

"Holy Maiden, do you really think a descendant of a martial arts family would be ignorant of martial arts?"

At this moment, the man asked another question.

Then he sighed, "That's why these kinds of people are the most terrifying. You don't know which of their disguises are real and which are fake."

"If Feng Shouzhuo possesses such martial prowess, then do we still need to recruit Feng Xiu?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Let's forget about it. With this family business to support us, Qingyan City won't descend into chaos. Let's wait until the Eastern Army leaves before we come back."

The man shook his head slightly; he had only heard of Feng Xiu by name, but had never seen him in person.

Based solely on the intelligence reports, the alliance of grain merchants was formed to force the Eastern Army to abandon its grain requisition plan.

The fact that he brought down a city official shows he's not someone to be trifled with.

Nobody would believe you didn't have some kind of fighting ability.

Leaving that matter aside, the man turned to ask, "Holy Maiden, has the Sect Leader arrived?"

"Yes, the sect leader has arrived in Guangtong Prefecture, but no imperial decree has been sent yet."

"First, report the situation here to the incense master. Qingyan City is not a place for missionary work."

In the middle of the sentence.

At the top of the stairs, three waiters, having been given instructions, boldly walked up.

"Glug~"

When they saw Zhang Tao lying on the ground, his body already cold.

He couldn't help but turn pale and swallow hard.

"Master Zhang, he's dead just like that~" someone murmured in shock.

Master Zhang was a prominent figure in the underworld on this street.

It's quite sad to see someone die like this.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

"The shopkeeper has entrusted this task to us. We'll deliver the body to the Torch Gang. Maybe they'll be generous and give us a reward."

The other person calmed himself down, looked around, and found that the entire third floor was now empty.

Only the delicious food on the table still retains its warmth.

"Xiao Zi, go clean up that table of food later. After work, let's sneak a bite."

Then, he made a quiet arrangement.

The loves and hates of important people are none of their business; they're just busy with the mundane necessities of life.

What you eat is what you truly own.

"That's great! I've heard that Old Qian's cooking skills at the restaurant are pretty good. Today I can finally treat myself to a delicious meal!"

The shorter waiter chuckled, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his body.

Guangtong Mansion, Sui'an City.

Inside Huangshi Lane, stalls are set up on both sides of the bluestone road.

The cries of vendors selling sugar figurines, dough figurines, barbers, and needles and thread rose and fell.

In the middle of the alley, under an old locust tree, a white cloth banner is raised, with four characters written in thick ink.

A sage points the way.

Under the banner was a low table covered with a gray cloth, on which tortoise shells, copper coins, paper and pens were casually arranged.

On a recliner next to the low table lay an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a faded gray cloth long gown.

A little girl, about eight or nine years old, was squatting behind him.

She had a single braid in her hair and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She was idly drawing circles on the ground with a twig.

The afternoon sun was scorching, and there were far fewer pedestrians in the alley.

The old man squinted, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai!"

In the distance, outside the alley.

A well-off middle-aged man jogged over, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Arriving at the stall, the portly man took a breath and wiped away his sweat.

With a smile plastered on his face, he said, "Mr. Bai, I've finally found you today. You must help me interpret a character."

The old man opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight.

The little girl peeked out from behind the old man, her dark eyes staring intently at him.

"So it's you, Master Qian. What character do you wish to have divined today? Are you pregnant?"

The old man pointed to the small stool in front of the table and said with a smile.

"Mr. Bai, how did you know my wife was pregnant?"

Manager Qian looked surprised.

"Judging from your appearance, you came here in the middle of the day, so I suppose you must have encountered something good."

The old man stroked his beard, his face enigmatic.

"Mr. Bai guessed very accurately." Then Manager Qian felt a little embarrassed.

"I've come here today to ask you to predict whether my unborn child will be a boy or a girl."

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Yes, I've thought it through."

The old man smiled faintly and pushed the paper and pen on the table over to him.

"Then write a word."

Shopkeeper Qian picked up his worn-out brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the character "麟" (lin) in a crooked and uneven manner.

The old man stared at the character "麟" for a long time, while Manager Qian looked somewhat uneasy.

"Master Qian, although you wrote this character a bit hastily, the strokes are clean and neat. The character '麟' (lin) is a mythical creature, a mythical beast of heaven and earth. The character '麟' has '鹿' (lu) on the left and '粪' (fen) on the right. '鹿' (lu) means 'prosperity' or 'fortune'. The character '粪' (fen) contains the character '舛' (chuan), but you wrote '舛' (chuan) very smoothly. This child is a son."

Manager Qian's eyes lit up.

She stood up abruptly, feeling somewhat lost and unsure of what to do. She wanted to laugh, but couldn't believe it.

"Mr. Bai, you're really not lying to me?!"

"Why would I lie to you, Mr. Qian? You named your unborn child Lin with a certain expectation in mind."

"People come to me just to find peace of mind."

The old man chuckled calmly, his words clear and insightful.

"Mr. Bai, you are truly a god."

Shopkeeper Qian finally smiled; his first three children were all girls.

Seeing that the Qian family's cloth shop had no successor, they went to great lengths to find the old man after hearing about it from an acquaintance.

His words of comfort alone are far more effective than those mystical and charlatan fortune tellers.

"Mr. Bai, this is just a small token of my appreciation. I'll treat you to a drink when my child turns one month old."

Then, Manager Qian hurriedly took out a three-and-a-half-tael silver ingot from his chest.

"Sure, sure!"

After saying this, he didn't wait for the old man to refuse.

After tossing down the silver, he walked away with light, carefree steps, feeling quite pleased with himself.

After Manager Qian left.

The little girl peeked out from behind the old man and mumbled something.

"Grandpa, you're lying to me again."

The old man glared at her, then casually stuffed the silver into his chest. "Go away, go away."

"Mongol, you are insulting the talent of our lineage. Is there anything in the entire Yunzhou that I don't know?"

The old man stroked his beard quickly, a proud smile playing on his lips.

"Then why don't you dare to go and report to the Embroidery Bureau?"

The little girl scoffed and retorted confidently.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the old man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly stepped forward to cover the little girl's mouth.

The smell of sweat mixed with the scent of silver steamed buns wafted over, and the little girl struggled to get up and took a bite out of the old man's palm.

"Ancestor, don't talk nonsense. The Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Army are both blessed by the Emperor's Luck. How could I dare to make such a prediction?"