Chapter 905: Completing The Ten Stages (1)
“Oh? Great misfortune? Just how bad is it?” Li Xiaofei asked calmly, his expression unmoved.
The blind fortune-teller’s head swayed from side to side as he said, “A single step forward leads to the Asura Hell; a single step back, a bottomless abyss.”
“Then am I not already trapped in a hopeless dead end?” Li Xiaofei responded lightly.
The fortune-teller nodded and grinned. “Exactly. One wrong step leads to another. You’re already beyond salvation. You might as well end it here and now; slice your own throat where you stand. That way, perhaps you can avoid the endless torment of heavenly thunder, hellfire, blood blades, and bone swords.”
“Bullshit!” Li Yiyun could no longer hold back as he cursed, “You old bastard! Tired of living, are you? How dare you curse our teacher like that... Damn it, you want me to smash your filthy little fortune-telling stall?”
He started stepping forward. But the old monster quickly grabbed him.
“Hold your temper,” the old monster said quietly, “This man is Mo Wenli, elder of the Douling Sect, one of the Sixteen Immortal Sects. His title is Burial-Immortal Hex Divination. He’s not telling fortunes; he’s casting curses. Anyone who falls under his curse will have their fate manipulated like a puppet. Our teacher naturally has a way to resist him. You must not step into the fortune stall, or you’ll not only interfere with him, you’ll be caught in the curse yourself.”
Li Yiyun struggled and growled, “Are we just supposed to watch as our teacher gets hexed?!”
The old monster replied, “When have you ever seen Master act without full confidence?”
Li Yiyun froze. Kou Zhengyang also held him back and gave a subtle shake of the head. Now was not the time to let emotion cloud reason.
Within the stall, Li Xiaofei picked up the fortune stick and smiled faintly. “You’re blind, and yet you insist on pretending to divine the heavens. Now you can’t even read your own stick properly. This doesn’t say ominous at all, it clearly reads, Supremely Auspicious.”
The blind fortune-teller sneered and replied, “My sticks are life-bound artifacts, cultivated over decades. Regardless of fortune or misfortune, they always display only one word. There’s never been anything like Supremely Auspicious... Wait, what?”