The starting point is auspicious; the fiancée will not call off the engagement.

Fang Zhou left the school and ran out onto the street.

Hmm, it seems like there's nothing to do even after running away?

Internet cafe, I miss you.

Fang Zhou began to miss his past life. Back then, at least he had somewhere to go when he skipped class. He could play games with his friends, argue with them, bark like a dog when he won, and blame others when he lost. He could order takeout when he was hungry and drink a bottle of soda when he was thirsty.

And now? Utterly boring.

People came and went on the street. An old man selling candied hawthorns walked by, calling out his wares, and a few children chased after him. I really envied them. They hadn't been affected by the information age, and their simple lives could be so joyful.

Fang Zhou wandered aimlessly through the streets. Since leaving home, he seemed to be indulging himself more and more.

Although no one cares about him at home, he still subconsciously restrains his true nature. Can he not change the habits he brought from his previous life in this one?

"Sigh." Fang Zhou sighed, feeling a strange sense of melancholy. London might not be as melancholic as I am.

"Why is the young man sighing like this?"

Fang Zhou was taken aback. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small stall set up on the side of the street. A cloth banner leaned against a bench and had the words "Divine Calculation of Destiny" written on it.

"Divine Calculation of Destiny" sounds incredibly impressive.

The stall owner was an old man with gray hair tied in a messy bun. He wore a drab gray Taoist robe with a few ink stains on the cuffs.

In front of him was a small table with a divination stick container, copper coins, a compass, and half a bowl of unfinished wontons.

The old man was scooping a wonton from the bowl when he saw Fang Zhou looking over. He smiled and waved to him.

"Come on, come on, young man. Since you're sighing, you must have something on your mind. Let me tell your fortune. If it's inaccurate, you don't have to pay."

666, did I run into a powerful being who actually wants to tell my fortune?

Fang Zhou became interested and walked over to sit down on a small stool opposite the low table.

"Judging from your cultivation level, you're only at the Dharma Aspect Realm. Can you really tell my fortune?"

Although the old man's aura only indicated the Profound Core Realm, Fang Zhou, upon closer inspection, sensed that his cultivation was actually at the early stage of the Dharma Aspect Realm, lower than Fang Zhou's.

After hearing Fang Zhou's words, the old man remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was in turmoil.

Oh no, we've run into a tough opponent.

The old man was inwardly groaning, but still smiled and said to Fang Zhou, "Young man, don't say that. Even if we don't tell fortunes, chatting to relieve boredom is quite nice, isn't it?"

He had made up his mind not to tell Fang Zhou's fortune. No matter how Fang Zhou saw through his cultivation, as long as he was in Cheng'an City and within the jurisdiction of the Wansheng Sect, he could not do anything to Fang Zhou. This was an ironclad rule set by the Wansheng Sect. He could not afford to offend the Wansheng Sect, nor could he afford to offend the people behind Fang Zhou.

The old man subconsciously assumed that Fang Zhou had discerned his cultivation level through some kind of treasure. As a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator, he could tell at a glance that Fang Zhou was only at the Profound Core Realm. No matter what, he couldn't possibly see through his cultivation level. Fang Zhou was only in his teens or twenties; he couldn't possibly also be at the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Fang Zhou rested his chin on his hand, smiling as he looked at the old man without saying a word.

The old man felt uneasy under Fang Zhou's gaze, and his smile almost vanished. He picked up the wonton bowl and pretended to drink the soup, using the rim of the bowl to block Fang Zhou's view.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Fang Zhou finally spoke: "Grandpa, didn't you say you wanted to tell my fortune? Go ahead."

The old man put down his bowl, coughed twice, stroked his white beard, and put on a profound and unfathomable expression: "Young man, this old Taoist priest was in a hurry to leave today and forgot to bring his compass. As for fate, I can't predict it, I can't predict it."

"Isn't that a compass on your table?"

The old man looked down and saw a brass compass on the corner of the table, which he had almost knocked over when he picked up the wonton bowl.

"...This is broken, the pointer is inaccurate."

"What about those divination sticks in your divination box? You can shake one to cast a divination."

"The signature is damaged; it got damp, and the words on it are all smudged."

Fang Zhou glanced down at the bamboo divination tube. The bamboo sticks were brand new and shiny, and the cinnabar characters on them were bright red and looked like they had been exposed to moisture.

The old man realized his excuse was untenable, so he simply hid the divination stick container under the table, spread his hands, and acted as if he were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

"Young man, let me tell you the truth, I dare not predict your fate."

"Oh?" Fang Zhou raised an eyebrow. He really is a master?

The old man sighed, no longer maintaining his dignified and otherworldly demeanor, and leaned back in his chair, revealing a hint of fatigue.

"I have been cultivating for a thousand years and have observed countless people. I dare not say that I am 100% accurate, but I can see some clues. But young man, you were able to see through my hidden cultivation at a glance. There must be many powerful people behind you. I dare not calculate, and I dare not even look."

"Then why did you call me over here?"

Fang Zhou was speechless. He thought he had really met a master, but it turned out that novels were all lies.

The old man choked for a moment, touched his nose, and lowered his voice somewhat guiltily: "It's just that... I saw that the young man has a dignified appearance, like a noble young master from a wealthy family, and I was thinking of earning a few spirit coins."

Fang Zhou: "..."

Good heavens, you're a Dharma Aspect Realm expert, how could you be short of spirit coins?

That's a bit suspicious.

Fang Zhou stroked his chin, unleashing his extraordinary wisdom.

Hey, could this old man be the mastermind behind the monsters gathering outside the city to kill each other? His cultivation is barely passable, and he's a fortune teller too.

Fang Zhou found the old man increasingly suspicious, but since the Wansheng Sect hadn't reacted, it seemed like there was no need to worry about him.

No longer wanting to think about it, Fang Zhou decided to ask directly.

He actively activated his supernatural powers, and the Dharma body within him opened its eyes, with laws flowing within them, radiating golden light.

"Sir, let me just ask you directly, what happens outside the city has nothing to do with you?"

"What happened outside the city?" The old man frowned. What happened outside the city? Could it be the martial law that day? But wasn't that just a normal extermination of monsters?

It seems there are no problems, Fang Zhou withdrew his supernatural powers.

Am I really not the main character? This plot is so hard to follow, shouldn't every little clue be presented to the main character? Am I just too much of a shut-in?

"If I don't know, then so be it." Fang Zhou gave up thinking and accepted reality.

Fang Zhou patted his robes, preparing to get up and leave.

"Hey, hey, young man, wait a minute!" The old man suddenly reached out to stop him, his eyes darting around. "Although I dare not tell your fortune, I can offer some advice on what you're asking about outside the city."

"Oh." Fang Zhou stopped what he was doing and looked at him. "I'd like to hear more details."

The old man cleared his throat, took a sip of wonton soup, and slowly said, "Although I don't know what happened outside the city, I can tell you that within the jurisdiction of the Wansheng Sect, no conspiracy can be hidden from them."

"Really?" Fang Zhou asked incredulously. "There aren't any forces hostile to the Myriad Saints Sect?"

In the novel, as soon as the protagonist joins a sect, the sect is harassed by other sects, even to the point of being wiped out. Does this mean the world is very peaceful?

The old man looked at Fang Zhou in surprise, "Those who were hostile to the Myriad Saints Sect have all disappeared, didn't you know? Even this world is called the Myriad Saints Realm."

Holy crap! The Myriad Saints Sect is so awesome! Only now does Fang Zhou realize the true value of being called the world's number one sect.

"So you don't need to worry about any conspiracy that can be hidden from the Myriad Saints Sect. Anything that happens must be permitted by the Myriad Saints Sect."

After the old man finished speaking, he chased Fang Zhou away, packed his things, and ran away.

Fang Zhou watched the old man run away, but didn't stop him. He turned and walked towards the small building.