Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter Chapter 25: Iron Mouth Pan Fugui

25  Chapter 25: Iron Mouth Pan Fugui

In the busy streets, various shops and roadside stalls bustled with noise and the shouting of vendors as people came and went continuously.

"Pancakes! Freshly made pancakes!"

"Tofu! Tofu! Just freshly ground!"

"Fortune telling! Our ancestral divination skill, just ten copper coins each time, if it's not accurate, it's free!"

Zhao Huai was passing by, leisurely strolling in the direction of the pawnshop, tossing copper coins in his hand.

Today's luck was pretty good, full of "blessings," but there hasn't been any life-changing events yet. Truly contradictory.

Suddenly, Zhao Huai was stopped by an old man at a roadside stall.

The old man was wearing a hemp brown long shirt, his facial wrinkles piled up, and his hair was visibly graying.

He kept muttering as he spoke:

"Ancestral divination! Young sir, won't you calculate your destiny? It's such a shame if you don't!"

Zhao Huai quietly shook off the man's hand and expressionlessly said:

"My destiny is very good, no need to calculate, thank you."

After saying that, he tried to leave but was stopped again. The fortune-telling old man had a teaching expression:

"Young man, I've seen too many people like you. Young and frivolous, relying on a bit of strength, becoming ignorant and arrogant. You don't know how many calamities are waiting behind you."

"Heh."

Zhao Huai was directly amused by his serious appearance.

With golden bronze coins on hand, did he still need him to calculate?

It'd be better not to be misled by him.

Zhao Huai sneered immediately: "Fine, I'll let you calculate, but if you're not accurate, you'll give me a hundred taels of silver."

The fortune-telling old man hesitated for a moment, speechlessly said, "Young man, are you trying to rob me for money?"

"What, are you afraid? Will you still calculate or not?"

Zhao Huai smiled faintly.

The fortune-telling old man regained his composure and laughed, "Fine, if my words are not accurate at all, what harm is there in giving you a hundred taels of silver?"

Zhao Huai decided on the spot that if there was any discrepancy in what the other party said, he would firmly deny it. It was time to teach these swindlers a lesson.

"Ancestral divination! My reputation as Iron Mouth Pan Fugui is not baseless."

The fortune-telling old man said proudly.

"Would you like to read your palm or measure your words?"

"Palm reading."

Zhao Huai directly extended his hand.

The fortune-telling old man grabbed his hand, squinted his eyes, and examined the lines carefully.

After a long while, the fortune-telling old man couldn't help but frown.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai playfully smiled, "Can't you see?"

Unexpectedly, the fortune-telling old man shook his head and smiled, "No, this old man has roughly figured it out."

"Really?"

Zhao Huai was suspicious.

"Of course."

The fortune-telling old man was very confident.

"Based on my observations, young master's palm lines indicate yin and yang, happiness overflowing from the heavens. You should have just gotten married a few days ago."

Hearing this, Zhao Huai was slightly taken aback and then frowned, asking:

"What else?"

The fortune-telling old man laughed, "Looking at the young master's face, happiness is overflowing. Madam is certainly very beautiful, and the two of you are deeply in love."

"Are you spying on me?"

Zhao Huai said indifferently.

These things were known to anyone who knew him and paid a little attention.

"This old man certainly did not."

The fortune-telling old man shook his head and continued, "Since the young master doesn't believe it, then I'll talk about your fortunes."

"Just now, I was wondering. Young Master's fortune is indeed a noble one, and by rights his fortune should have fallen apart three years ago and become completely destitute. Now, however, his fate has been brought back from the dead, bringing with it a glimmer of hope. It's quite strange."

"But one thing is for sure, young master will soar to the heavens in the next few years."

The fortune teller's tone seemed filled with a mix of lament and sigh.

If the information just now could have been created by someone else, the things he heard now were somewhat weird.

That's because his trajectory was exactly as the old man described. His fortunes plummeted after the collapse of Yan Country and only slightly improved upon the appearance of [Lucky Strike].

Zhao Huai believed it somewhat but didn't dare to trust it fully, so he said in a flat tone:

"I'll draw a stick."

"Please."

The fortune-telling old man smiled and took out a box of wooden sticks, handing it over and explaining:

"Young Master, if you want to ask or know something, just silently think of the question and then shake the wooden sticks. You'll receive guidance from the heavens."

Heavenly guidance?

If there really was guidance from the heavens, then send him back to his original world as soon as possible.

Although Zhao Huai thought this way in his heart, if there really was such an opportunity, he wouldn't choose it. As of now, he was living more carefree than before.

Today, he finally decided to pray. Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, after coming to this world, he had no choice but to be half-believing and half-doubting. Rather than asking about his own goals, it's better to ask how to achieve Immortal Method.

After thinking it through, Zhao Huai shook the stick.

"Click."

A wooden stick landed softly on the ground.

Zhao Huai picked up the stick and looked at the words: "For that which my heart desires and cherishes, though I die nine times, I would not regret it."

The fortune-telling old man glanced at the words and smiled, "These are the words of the ancient sage, Qu zi, telling us that as long as our hearts pursue and identify with something, even if we die, we should not regret it. If we persist in doing it, we will achieve it."

"An immortal path without regrets... "

Zhao Huai seemed to understand a bit.

The fortune-telling old man packed up the wooden stick, teaching earnestly, "Heavenly fate can change according to human affairs. Heaven is simply giving us a warning. With changes comes the ability to transform. If we can do our best, even a bad fortune won't be bad."

"Young Master, do you think my calculation is accurate?"

Zhao Huai pondered for a long time, smiled slightly, and did not answer.

Instead, he took out ten copper coins from his waist and threw them to the old man.

"Thank you."

After that, he turned and left.

The fortune-telling old man held the ten copper coins, watching Zhao Huai's departing figure, and smiled playfully.

"Elder Yu, does he really have no cultivation?"

At this time, a female hawker selling sugar-coated haws at a roadside stall nearby slowly approached the old man and asked quietly.

"Indeed he doesn't."

The fortune-telling old man shook his head, "I checked his root and bone, examined his pubic region, and he is indeed an ordinary person."

The female hawker nodded and then asked, "So, are all your divinations about him true?"

"Half true, half false, I guess."

"Which part is true, and which part is false?"

The fortune-telling old man smiled faintly, "The part about Qing Han is obviously true. As for the rest, the heavenly fate must not be revealed."

The female hawker sighed, "I have been raised by My Princess since I was a child, following her all the way up north, conquering cities and winning battles, she is my idol in my heart."

"But now, where is the Senior General who used to be so heroic and peerless in her silver armor and long halberd?"

"Now that King Qin's people already occupy half of the Court and the Commonalty, what should we do?"

The fortune teller said calmly, "Perhaps, this is the real her. This old man accompanying the princess for many years, strategizing for years, has long known that this day would come.

"An ordinary life is not necessarily bad. Moreover, the husband she married may not be ordinary after all."