I Have an Omen System

The yellow-robed cultivator lowered his voice. "You know of Li Jian?"

"I do. One of the three great water bandits of Thousand Island Lake."

"That massive fortune Li Jian made at Hundred Reefs Cliff last time? It was all thanks to the ’Water-Splitting Needle’ he refined..."

HISS...

The man’s eyes widened in realization as he drew a sharp breath.

"So that’s the famous Artifact Refiner, Elder Wang Zezhou!"

But according to the rumors, hadn’t Wang Zezhou’s lifespan already run out? The gray-robed cultivator couldn’t make sense of it.

"Are you stupid?"

The yellow-robed cultivator looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Look at Elder Wang. His face is ruddy, and he’s full of vigor."

"Does he look like someone whose life is about to end?"

’Isn’t it obvious he’s here to dispel the rumors!’

"Alas, I’ve been fooled by rumors!"

The gray-robed cultivator slapped his thigh.

He was sick with regret.

’If I had known, I would have pushed my way up there to make a good impression!’

As more and more people arrived,

the area around Shuiyun Platform became packed shoulder to shoulder with a bustling crowd of Loose Cultivators.

However, on Shuiyun Platform itself, only a dozen or so Late-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators were qualified to be seated.

And among these Late-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators,

Qin Xuan held the highest status.

"This junior pays his respects to Elder Wang."

"Elder Wang, I’ve long heard of your great name. Seeing you today, it’s clear your reputation is well-deserved."

"Elder Wang, please have some tea."

The crowd of Late-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators was extremely deferential. Some bowed and scraped, while others poured wine and tea for Qin Xuan.

Some were so sycophantic it was practically written all over their faces.

They all scrambled to curry favor with Qin Xuan.

None of them had ever imagined

that a dignified Foundation Establishment Ancestor would grace the Mirror Lake Shen Family with his presence today.

At that moment,

the tightly shut doors of the main hall at the highest point of Shuiyun Platform swung open without a sound.

A graceful figure appeared, moving with a gentle, swaying gait.

In an instant,

the once-raucous surroundings of Mirror Lake fell silent.

Every gaze was captivated by the elegant silhouette on the high platform.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists, for gracing the Shen Family with your presence. I offer you my greetings."

Shen Yuling’s voice was like an oriole in an empty valley—crisp and ethereal.

She had an oval face and bewitching, soul-stealing eyes that held a natural, innate charm.

GULP...

Some unknown Loose Cultivator couldn’t help but swallow, breaking the silence.

Mirror Lake immediately erupted into a clamor once more.

"How can there be a Fairy so beautiful in this world?"

The eyes of the male cultivators went wide, their gazes fixed and dazed.

In her early thirties, she was at the peak of her beauty.

Shen Yuling wore an embroidered palace-style gown. Her waist was slender enough to be encircled by a pair of hands, and her full, high bust was like a ripe peach.

The hem of her skirt cascaded down like flowing water, outlining a breathtakingly voluptuous figure.

Every gesture revealed a bone-deep, natural allure.

’Quite a stunner,’

Qin Xuan thought as a sharp glint flashed in his murky eyes.

He didn’t have many ideas about it, though.

He’d heard on the way here that this young woman was apparently backed by a Void Mansion Daoist.

Otherwise, she couldn’t have successfully reached Foundation Establishment just a few short years after the Shen Family’s Supreme Elder had died.

"The Zhou Family of Cyan Wood Ridge congratulates Patriarch Shen on her successful Foundation Establishment."

"We present a three-hundred-year-old Red Blood Ginseng as a token of our sincerity."

A servant boy in green robes announced the gift in a loud voice.

"I thank Patriarch Zhou," Shen Yuling said, her red lips, vibrant and alluring, parting slightly.

"Patriarch Sunx of Black Wind Gorge congratulates Shen Fairy on her successful Foundation Establishment and presents a Tier Two Low Grade pill, the Nine Orifice Enlightenment Pill..."

Shen Yuling’s almond eyes curved, the corners lifting slightly as her gaze shifted. "Thank you, Patriarch Sunx."

A series of congratulatory gifts were presented.

Gazing at Shen Yuling’s graceful figure, the male cultivators were utterly mesmerized.

The female cultivators also had complex expressions.

Their looks contained envy, shame, or a hint of imperceptible jealousy.

Until it was Qin Xuan’s turn.

Everyone’s eyes focused on him.

"Elder Wang is a Top-grade Artifact Refiner. I wonder what kind of gift he’ll present?"

The gazes of the many Loose Cultivators were filled with anticipation.

Qin Xuan gave a slight nod to Shen Yuling and gestured for Wang Runhe, who was beside him, to step forward.

Wang Runhe carefully held an ebony box about a foot long.

The box was simple and unadorned, only faintly emitting a restrained fluctuation of Spiritual Qi.

An undiscerning cultivator guessed in a low voice,

"Elder Wang’s gift doesn’t look all that special..."

But the next moment, his words were thrown back in his face.

Wang Runhe stopped about a hundred feet from the jade steps and spoke in a clear, loud voice.

His voice was infused with True Essence,

echoing clearly over Mirror Lake.

"Wang Zezhou of the Qixing Royal Family presents one Top-Grade Magical Artifact to congratulate Fellow Daoist Shen on her successful Foundation Establishment. May your path on the Immortal Dao be everlasting."

BOOM!

An indescribably magnificent radiance erupted forth.

An iridescent robe, as light as air and shimmering with brilliant colors, was held up by Wang Runhe.

"A Top-Grade Magical Artifact, the Flowing Cloud Feather Robe!"

An experienced old cultivator in the crowd cried out in shock.

"Hiss... So... so beautiful!"

A Qi Cultivation Female Cultivator’s eyes glazed over, lost in a trance.

Under the sunlight, the Flowing Cloud Feather Robe shimmered with a seven-colored radiance that swirled and shifted, even managing to steal some of the splendor from the beautiful landscape of Mirror Lake.

"This spiritual aura, this radiant glow... Elder Wang is truly worthy of his reputation!"

a cultivator said with fervent eyes.

Being able to refine a Top-Grade Magical Artifact was a hallmark of excellence in Thousand Island Lake.

"I’ve heard the Flowing Cloud Feather Robe is not only a Top-Grade Magical Artifact but also has the effect of preserving one’s beauty. Shen Fairy is truly blessed!"

The cultivators chattered amongst themselves.

"Elder Wang is too kind."

Upon the jade steps, a trace of astonishment appeared in Shen Yuling’s languid almond eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the Flowing Cloud Feather Robe, unable to look away.

"Please invite Elder Wang to ’Shuyu Pavilion’ for tea."

Shen Yuling’s voice was soft and alluring as she whispered to the trusted handmaiden standing behind her.

The handmaiden accepted the order and quietly slipped through the boisterous crowd.

Qin Xuan was stroking his beard, listening to the flattery of a Qi Cultivation Cultivator, when he suddenly felt his surroundings grow quiet.

He looked up and saw it was Shen Yuling’s personal handmaiden.

Qin Xuan smiled broadly. "What does the Fairy require?"

"The Patriarch invites Elder Wang to proceed to ’Shuyu Pavilion’ to sample the newly acquired ’Mist Concealed Dragon Saliva,’"

the handmaiden said, trembling with reverence.

The surrounding cultivators instantly fell silent, their gazes toward Wang Zezhou filled with envy.

"Excellent!"

Qin Xuan straightened his stooped back and followed the handmaiden with a cheerful smile.

They passed through a brilliantly lit corridor, the clamor of the crowd fading behind them.

Finally, they stopped before a moon gate that looked ordinary but had faint Spirit Patterns flowing across its surface.

The gate slid open silently, and a clear, profound cold fragrance washed over them, seeming to cleanse the very Divine Soul.

Shuyu Pavilion.

The pavilion’s furnishings were simple and elegant.

In the center was a Cold Jade Tea Table, set with only a stove, a pot, and two cups.

There was no fire in the stove, yet it produced wisps of faint white cold qi that gently warmed the teapot.

Shen Yuling was seated in the host’s position.

Her voluptuous figure looked even more lustrous under the soft, pearlescent light. Some of her languor had faded, replaced by a quiet composure.

She raised a jade-like finger. "Elder Wang, please be seated."

Qin Xuan sat down with a cheerful smile.

Shen Yuling personally picked up the jade pot, which was wreathed in cold qi.

Her fair hand tapped lightly on the pot’s side.

A faint dragon’s cry unexpectedly echoed from within.

The spout tilted, and a thin stream of turquoise tea flowed into the jade cup in front of Wang Zezhou.

In that instant,

an indescribable, exotic fragrance burst forth.

"This is ’Mist Concealed Dragon Saliva,’ harvested from the edge of the ten-thousand-fathom cold spring in Mirror Lake."

"A single bud takes three hundred years to grow. It’s preserved and nurtured by the cold qi of Thousand-Year Profound Ice and is named for the draconic cry it produces."

Shen Yuling leaned against the table, the corners of her lips turning up slightly, her almond eyes as bright as stars.

"Please, Elder Wang, have a taste."

Qin Xuan looked down. The tea was a brilliant turquoise.

Mist and clouds seemed to churn within the cup.

A silvery-white dragon’s silhouette appeared and disappeared within the mist, its head raised as if about to take flight.

"Not bad. Brimming with Spiritual Qi. A fine tea."

Qin Xuan drank it all in one go.

A line of ice shot straight to his Dantian before transforming into a vast, gentle warmth that spread through his limbs and bones.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, I suspect you didn’t call me here for something as simple as tea."

"Elder Wang is perceptive."

Shen Yuling smiled faintly. Her fair skin was whiter than frost and snow, and her eyes shimmered, a hint of allure mixing with her languid air.

"Deep within my Shen Family’s Mirror Lake, there is an ancient ruin called the ’Jade Crystal Palace.’ It is said to have been left by a Purple Mansion Daoist and contains both great opportunities and great dangers. I wish to explore it and would like to ask Elder Wang..."

She paused, looking at Wang Zezhou’s suddenly tense old face, and said slowly, "to lend me your eyes."

"Oh? Is there such a place?"

Qin Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he swirled the jade cup in his hand.

The dragon’s shadow and mist churned inside.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, you flatter me. With my meager skills, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be of much use."

"Elder Wang, you are too modest."

Shen Yuling knelt before the table, her full, heavy chest resting on its surface, releasing an intoxicating fragrance.

"There are three other fellow Daoists accompanying us. Why don’t you meet them before deciding, Elder Wang?"

She flicked a jade-like finger, and the wall behind her made a clicking sound.

Three Foundation Establishment Cultivators, each with a distinct aura, appeared.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Shen came well-prepared!"

Qin Xuan’s expression remained unchanged as he picked up his teacup.

His murky gaze swept over Shen Yuling’s voluptuous figure, the greedy and aggressive look in his eyes completely undisguised.

"It seems I have no choice but to agree, whether I want to or not."