Chapter Forty-Five: The Oracle

!His first inner chamber was guarded by the True Fire of Samādhi, which would give him a greater advantage than he had in the Heavenly Palace. Jiang Yan absolutely wouldn't dare to enter.Please note:...Somewhere in an unnamed wilderness.

Xunxin stood with his back against a thorny bush, silently wiping his dagger. He ignored the wounds on his body.

Li Shou sat cross-legged in the grass, grinning and bearing it, one hand bandaging the other.

Not far from him, Zheng Fei lay sprawled on the ground, his flesh and blood mangled, gasping for breath.

He lay there for a while, turning his head to see swallows and Liang Jiù sitting side by side on the small hill, hand in hand. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Damn it, even at this time, you bring a little white face!"

Li Shoushi gritted his teeth and said sourly, “Running fast is all that matters, huh”

"Heh." The swallow sneered. "You don't understand the pleasures of being a pretty boy."

Compared to others, she was unscathed.

And Liang Jiu, whose fingers were intertwined with hers, was also exceptionally clean. Having escaped the pursuit with the swallows, he didn't even have a scratch on him, quite lucky really.

Of course, if there were no swallows... As an innocent man from Yong Kingdom, he wouldn't have needed to hide from pursuit.

His face was a bit embarrassed, but he quickly forced a smile. It didn't matter if he was ridiculed and looked down upon; what mattered was appeasing Yanzi. Now that he claimed to have nothing to do with the demons, no one would believe him. He could foresee that for a very long time, he would need to mingle among these demons.

Words couldn't hurt the swallows. Zheng Fei angrily turned his head back and shouted into the sky, "Damn Yao Qi! I'll get you one day!"

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"Cut his flesh!" Li Shou agreed.

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“You're saying he needs to be put in his place” Zheng Fei cursed, “That damn bastard is all about showing off now, running around faster than a dog. Xue Mingyi is in Nanhsiang Prefecture, and he didn't even bother coming over after Shun'an Prefecture! He got here to Hecha Prefecture first!”

“That needs to be sorted out!” Li expressed his agreement without hesitation.

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He not only agreed with it himself, but also called on others to agree, glaring at Liang Jiu: “My third brother is right, isn't he!”

"Ah, yes, yes." Liang Jiu hurriedly said.

The swallow gently squeezed his hand, reassuring him not to be afraid.

"That good-for-nothing! Why aren't you speaking" Li Shou glared at Fang He Ling in front of the thorny tree.

Fang He Ling lifted his head, his blood-red eyes scanning the area.

"That's right," he said.

“Li Lao Si!” The swallow cried.

“Sigh, it's not fun.” Li Shou shook his head. “It seems like I’m the one bullying him. When Yao Qi was biting randomly, I even saved his life.”

“No big or small!” Zheng Fei suddenly said, “What fourth brother, fourth brother That’s your fourth brother, you know”

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Li Shou also reacted, glaring unhappily at Yanzi: "Why don't you respect me"

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"From now on, don't call Xiaohè like that!" said the Swallow.

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"Why" Zheng Fei suddenly glared.

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"That's it!" Li Shou followed.

The swallow complained, "Little Crane, we've helped you two this time purely out of kindness. We haven't gotten a single benefit, and yet you don't know how to be grateful!"

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“What does this have to do with whether he's a waste of space” Zheng Fei wondered.

“Yeah, what's the connection” Li Shou also asked.

The swallow stamped her foot in anger: "Those are two real scoundrels!"

As for Fang Hualing, the one who was being lauded and criticized, he remained indifferent from beginning to end, merely lowering his head to wipe his dagger.

Liang kept silent, knowing he had no right to speak. While Swallow said she liked him, Zheng Fei called him a white-faced weakling, and Swallow even agreed. When Li Shou yelled that the man with blood-red eyes was trash, Swallow immediately stopped him.

These four people are all from the Demon Realm, and the one with the blood-colored eyes is probably the lowest in status. Even so, in Swallow's heart, he weighs more than Liang Jiu.

What love, what liking or disliking, swallows can say out of their mouths. He himself needs to know though; he doesn't have it so "spoiled".

He just silently listened to the few people's argument, trying to figure out their personalities and find a way to get along with them. Perhaps that way, he could live a little longer.

Less talk, more action, and put your heart into it.

But just then, the few people arguing suddenly fell silent.

Liang Jiu felt the sparrow release his hand, and saw Zheng Fei straighten up from where he had collapsed. Li Shou, with his left hand bandaged like a zongzi, also jumped up, ready for battle. Fang He-ling stood at attention and stopped wiping his dagger.

He didn't know what happened, but instinctively looked west.

He didn't know what was west. But it sounded like a voice was telling him—Look this way.

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Then he looked over.

Within the field of vision, a middle-aged man in a scholar's robe walked slowly, his movements were smooth and surprisingly quick. The grass parted like flowing water, unwilling to disturb his progress.

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He had three braids of long whiskers, a thin face, and a pair of especially bright eyes that seemed to see right through people.

As soon as this person looked over, Liang Jiu quickly lowered his head.

Someone who could make Zheng Fei, Li Shou, and Yan Zi all stand up to greet them wouldn't be anyone less than the first or second Demon King.

Zheng Fei and they are already so powerful, so terrifying. Now that this person has come, how terrifying must he be

But it looked perfectly normal. He couldn't help but think inexplicably.

"You fortune teller!" Zheng Fei shouted loudly, "Quickly tell me, where did my toy go"

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"Don't worry, don't worry." The man called "the fortune teller" seemed to have a good temper and a calm voice as he walked. He asked, "How is the blood of balance"

"Got it!" Zheng Fei grinned.

"Two!" Li Shou laughed along.

Then the long-bearded man also smiled: “Have you taken it”

"I ate it!" said Zheng Fei.

“It doesn’t taste good,” Li Shou said.

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"How do you feel" the long-bearded man stopped and looked at Zheng Fei: "Is your revenge still working"

Liang Jiu noticed that when this man only asked Zheng Fei, Li Shou remained unusually silent.

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"Where's your companion" the long-bearded man asked Li Shou again.

Li Shou then replied, "There seem to be some changes, but I can't say too much about the specifics. I myself am confused."

“It’s alright.” The long-bearded man chuckled, his voice laced with encouragement: “The good things left behind from ancient times need time to be honed. Once the blood of balance truly balances the two of you, you’ll be amazing!”

"Can a geezer be formidable" Zheng Fei asked excitedly.

"How much more" Li Shou asked.

The long-bearded man couldn't help but laugh, he sighed helplessly: "I have to know what the old man is up to now."

"Forget him!" Zheng Fei said.

“Let’s cast a divination for him.” Li Shou also urged.

The long-bearded man stroked his long beard, a gentle smile on his face as he looked at Zheng Fei: "Did you ask me to calculate this"

"Lao Si," Zheng Fei turned his head to look at Li Shou: "I've lost too much blood, I'm a little dizzy now."

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"Take a rest first, Third Brother. Your health is important." Li Shou said with concern.

Zheng Fei seriously said to him, "You don't forget to remind the fortune teller to calculate where our toys went."

It seems he can no longer see the long-bearded man.

“Okay, I won’t forget.” Li Shou cooperated seamlessly.

Zheng Fei then really lay down, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

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Even the man with a long beard didn't mind, just glanced at Fang He Ling once: "Can your body still hold up"

"Okay," Fang He-ling said briefly.

Only then did the man with a long beard look back at Li Shou: "What... kind of toy are you talking about"

“A young man, so tall, so broad…” Li Laosi made several gestures, his bandaged hand not very convenient, and he spoke vaguely. He seemed to be enjoying himself: “In our hands, we snatched a disciple from the two meridians of Fengchi. We couldn't catch up.”

The long-bearded man listened nonchalantly for a while, but when he heard the latter part, he stroked his beard and became interested.

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He turned his head to look at the swallow: “Can’t even catching up with unveiling”

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"I don't know," said the swallow. "I didn't follow."

The man with a long mustache nodded slightly and didn't press for a reason.

"Alright," he said, rolling up his sleeve lightly. "Let me cast a divination."

"Stop!" Yan Zi stopped her, "Don't do this here."

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"Why" it was Li Shou who asked.

The swallow glared at him fiercely: "Without a blood sacrifice, how can the fortune teller make calculations"

Is his name literally "Diviner" Or is that his...identity But what's a blood sacrifice anyway

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Just as Liang Jiu was thinking, he suddenly met the gaze of the man with the long mustache.

The long-bearded man, who called himself a fortune teller, looked at Liang Jiu in an ordinary way.

Like a glance at a passerby on the street, casual, ordinary.

"Isn't this one" he said.

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Liang Jiu could only feel his limbs go numb!

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