I Have an Omen System

PFFT!

A sharp pain lanced through his chest again as Ye Lan violently spat out a large mouthful of dark red, stagnant blood.

He struggled to look down, only to discover flecks of golden light mixed in with the blood.

Ye Lan’s pupils abruptly shrank to pinpricks. ’It’s a Curse Killing Class Positional Divine Technique!’

GASP... GASP...

Ye Lan’s breathing grew heavier and heavier, as if he were drowning. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was completely cut off, and an intense feeling of suffocation washed over him.

He trembled as he touched his chest. It was ice-cold to the touch.

"Who could it be, lying in ambush..."

Ye Lan was like a candle flickering in the wind. His eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and then, his vision went black.

THUD!

His body slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, his fate unknown.

A complete success!

Hiding in the shadows, Qin Xuan finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Xiaomo, it’s your time to shine. Go and see for me if that guy is actually dead or not."

Qin Xuan gently patted the Longevity Spirit Turtle’s hard shell, his voice hushed and cautious.

After being raised for over a year, Xiaomo was now several times larger than when it had first hatched.

A dark light flowed across its ink-green Turtle Shell. Perhaps from eating the bones of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, its aura had condensed, and its Cultivation had slowly reached the Qi Cultivation Third Layer.

The only thing was that its intelligence was slow to develop, and it remained rather clueless.

It tilted its head, its pea-sized eyes blinking in confusion several times before it seemed to vaguely understand its master’s command.

Its four limbs paddled clumsily as it kept close to the cold ground, slowly crawling over to Ye Lan’s face.

It stretched out its long, scaly neck, bringing it close to Ye Lan’s mouth and nose, then nudged his vital chest area with its hard Turtle Shell.

It didn’t sense any breath or True Essence Aura, and the body was gradually growing cold.

Only then did Xiaomo raise its head and slowly shake it from side to side.

"Looks like he’s dead for good."

Only then did Qin Xuan relax. "He was tough to kill. With less than one percent of his Cultivation left, it still took three consecutive Curse Killings from me."

The reason he had sent Xiaomo in first was his worry that someone of Ye Lan’s status might have some vicious, mutually destructive Restriction left on his body that would activate upon death.

But from the looks of it, there was nothing.

Time to loot the body!

Qin Xuan transformed into the appearance of Liu Mobai and strode over to Ye Lan.

Even though Xiaomo had already investigated, he didn’t lean down immediately. Instead, he flicked his finger, sending several imperceptible beams of probing Spiritual Light into the corpse.

After confirming there was no danger, he cautiously squatted down and expertly began to search Ye Lan’s robes.

"No wonder he could block three Heart-Eroding Nails. He had two Life-Substitute Treasures on him!"

Qin Xuan’s brow furrowed slightly as he examined the emerald Jade Pendant that had shattered in his palm and a small, scorched straw doll with Ye Lan’s name written on it.

He inwardly grieved the loss.

’These were practically my treasures!’

"Damn you, Ye Lan. You owe me two Life-Substitute Treasures."

He would chalk this loss up to the Daqian Royal Family. He’d definitely have to get it back when he had the chance.

Just as he confirmed Ye Lan’s death, the Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman inside his Dantian trembled slightly.

A stream of pure Sword Qi roamed through his body.

Qin Xuan’s spirits lifted!

"My understanding of the Sword Dao has deepened!"

This was a gift from the Ten Thousand Forms Resentful Sword Lord, bestowed from the unseen world.

Unfortunately...

Other than the two destroyed Life-Substitute Treasures, Qin Xuan searched Ye Lan’s entire body but found nothing else of value.

There wasn’t even a Storage Ring.

"How is that possible? A dignified Prince Daqian with only these two things on him?"

Furious, Qin Xuan kicked Ye Lan’s body several times.

Unconvinced, he made a grasping motion with his palm and yanked out the Divine Soul Little Man from Ye Lan’s sea of consciousness before it could dissipate.

POP!

A faint sound of a soul being peeled away was heard.

In Qin Xuan’s palm, a forcibly detained Divine Soul Little Man appeared. It was only three inches tall with a blurry face, but one could still vaguely make out Ye Lan’s features.

"Liu Mobai, so it was you who killed me!"

The Divine Soul Little Man let out a sharp, piercing shriek, its resentment soaring to the heavens.

When an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator died, their Divine Soul would quickly dissipate if not promptly collected into a Soul-devouring Banner. Ye Lan’s Divine Soul, however, was remarkably intact.

"You’ve fallen into my hands, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"

Qin Xuan snorted coldly, not bothering to waste words on him.

SLAP! SLAP!

Ye Lan’s Divine Soul Little Man was slapped until its Soul Light flickered violently, and it wailed without end.

In its dazed and confused state, it was subjected to Qin Xuan’s brutal Soul Search.

"I see! You brat, you actually hid your treasures inside a Blessed Land fragment!"

A moment later, a brilliant light erupted in Qin Xuan’s eyes, and a look of joy spread across his face.

A massive tide of memory fragments washed over him.

Qin Xuan quickly locked onto the key information.

He began to chant, reciting an ancient, obscure, and special Spell.

HUM!

As the final, difficult-to-pronounce syllable fell, a speck of cyan light suddenly flared up on the spot between Ye Lan’s eyebrows.

Immediately after, a Cyan Flame Mark slowly emerged.

The Cyan Flame Mark was incredibly profound. It flickered between light and dark before transforming into a Jade Talisman and slowly detaching itself.

A sudden realization dawned on him.

Qin Xuan understood at once.

This was the Third-Grade Opportunity his Golden Finger had mentioned.

[Profound Cyan Cave Nether Blessed Land (Fragment): Peeled from a Golden Core True Monarch’s complete Blessed Land. Hides a wisp of Profound Cyan Cave Nether True Flame. Can be used for spatial storage and to command the creatures within the Blessed Land.]

"As expected of a Prince Daqian, to think he carried a fragment of a Golden Core True Monarch’s Blessed Land." Qin Xuan was overjoyed.

It was important to know that a Blessed Land was linked to a Golden Core.

Unless a Golden Core True Monarch had fallen, it would be impossible for one to appear in the outside world.

And now, Qin Xuan actually held a fragment of a Blessed Land in his hands!

"Let me see if your memories have any powerful Cultivation Techniques..."

’A legacy of Positional Divine Techniques would be best!’

With this thought in mind, Qin Xuan, heedless of whether Ye Lan’s soul lived or died, plunged his Divine Sense into the Divine Soul once more.

A vast sea of memory fragments appeared again.

One by one, scenes flashed by like a movie.

In just a few breaths, it was as if Qin Xuan had experienced Ye Lan’s entire life.

The vast majority of it was useless memories.

From birth, Ye Lan had never seen his father. This lasted until he was tested and found to have a Gold and Wood Dual-attribute True Spirit Root, at which point he was about to join the Cyan Cloud Sect under the alias Ye Lan.

A Chief Eunuch in a red robe called him to the palace in a shrill voice.

"Your son pays his respects to Father Emperor." A young Ye Lan, dressed in a Python Robe, knelt in Jinluan Hall, his voice trembling.

The vast Jinluan Hall was desolate and cold.

A towering Golden Robe Emperor Monarch with an indistinct face sat high upon the dragon throne and waved his hand gently.

The Golden Core Stage Chief Eunuch in the red robe shouted shrilly, "By His Majesty’s grace, the ninety-ninth Prince, His Highness Xiao Dinglan, is bestowed with the Yi Wood Positional Divine Technique, Taiyin Vine, and the Geng Metal Positional Divine Technique, Celestial Law Blade!"

"We hope Your Highness cultivates well and does not forget this heavenly grace..."

Two Qingyi palace maids at the Purple Mansion Peak bowed and presented two ancient Golden Manuals.

The Golden Manuals opened on their own, untouched by the wind.

Line after line of text slowly appeared, reflected in the empty air.

Qin Xuan was overjoyed.

Just as he was about to secretly memorize them...

The Dharma Aspect of the towering Emperor Monarch in Ye Lan’s memory suddenly looked up, and two golden beams of light shot out from its eyes.

Its voice was deep, laced with supreme pressure.

"Who dares to spy on my Daqian Daoist Lineage!"

Those two golden beams of light actually pierced through the river of history, and it seemed they had faintly discovered Qin Xuan!

If he were hit by them, his Divine Soul would be instantly annihilated.

"Fuck, that’s ruthless..."

Terrified, Qin Xuan immediately tried to withdraw, but his Divine Sense felt as if it were tightly bound by a giant hand, unable to escape in the slightest.

In a flash, Qin Xuan suddenly recalled the contents of the previous Divination.

"That’s right, the Dao Fruit Position Spirit Treasure!"

A crystal-clear Crystal Bracelet appeared on Qin Xuan’s wrist.

With no time to think, he gave it a slight twist.

BOOM!

Ye Lan’s sea of consciousness shattered completely.

Before him appeared a small, quaint, and antique pavilion filled with bookshelves.

When Qin Xuan came to his senses, he was already inside it.

"W-who are you?" A timid girl’s voice came from behind him.

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