The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

It seems Lin Feng still needs to take a trip to Yuhua City with the Princess. The alliance of the Six Great Sects had happened some time ago, and now that both the Princess and he were leaving, they didn’t know who had become the Alliance Hierarch.

Speaking of which, last time the Princely Heir of Yunzhou, Liu Qian, mentioned that he had found Su Liqian, and Lin Feng felt he should go check it out first.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng spoke to the Princess: "When will the attack plan be executed?"

The Princess’s journey to Yuhua City had many matters needing her attention, and it would take at least a month before she could plan the rescue clearly.

At this time, the Princess said to Lin Feng: "We will act in Yuhua City in a month."

Lin Feng nodded, explaining that he would take a trip to Yunzhou and come over to meet up with the Princess afterward.

After speaking, Lin Feng and the main group emerged from the deep forest, dispersing to avoid being discovered. Lin Feng and the Princess retreated to a safe area before parting ways.

Before heading to Yunzhou, Lin Feng passed through Biyao.

In Biyao City, there was the Illusion Sound Pavilion, so he needed to meet up with the chubby uncle there.

Lin Feng crossed a few streets and arrived in front of a sect’s pavilion, saying to the people present: "Where is your Sect Leader? Have him meet me."

The two juniors saw someone who appeared younger than themselves and immediately burst into laughter.

Indeed, Lin Feng, having advanced from the Four Spirits Seal to the Seven Spirit Knot and undergone the refining at Bihua Heavenly Pond, had rejuvenated somewhat as his energy regressed.

Seeing their laughter, Lin Feng reminded them: "Are you fools, laughing at what?"

One junior saw Lin Feng dare to scold him and immediately retorted: "Just a young brat like you, you think you can see our Sect Leader on a whim, you must be dreaming."

"Exactly, I’ve seen lots of swindlers like you trying to make a show, go wherever you came from, or we’ll make you," said the juniors, preparing to start a fight.

A while later, in front of the pavilion.

A steward walked out, possessing the cultivation of a Seven Spirit Knot. With an air of superiority, he walked with his head held high.

Beside him, a junior walked out and said to him: "Pavilion Master, this person shamelessly asked to see our Sect Leader, he’s got such a big mouth."

At the entrance, one junior was still lying on the ground, rolling around as if he had just been beaten.

The Pavilion Master, wearing a light blue embroidered brocade robe, exuded an aura of fairy-like grace and wisdom. Upon seeing Lin Feng, he observed his handsome brows and an aura of extreme arrogance surrounding him. Even by simply observing his appearance, one could conclude this young man was no ordinary person.

The Pavilion Master quickly gestured for the juniors to stay put and then took a few steps forward.

At this moment, one junior was rolling on the ground while another stood behind the Pavilion Master. They seemed ready to witness a spectacle, eagerly awaiting the Pavilion Master to teach Lin Feng a lesson.

But contrary to expectations, the Pavilion Master stepped forward and respectfully said to Lin Feng: "I don’t know what business you have with our Sect Leader; the disciples here lack insight and have offended you, for which I apologize."

This action completely embarrassed the two juniors. They initially sought their Pavilion Master to help them get even, but unexpectedly, the Pavilion Master not only refrained from reproaching him but apologized instead.

After seeing the apology, Lin Feng didn’t dwell on the issue further.

"Just tell him Lin Feng is here to see him, and he’ll naturally come out to meet me," Lin Feng said to the person in front of him.

Hearing Lin Feng announce his name, the Pavilion Master then went back to report.

But after a while, only a fairy-like woman came out, and she said to Lin Feng: "Sir, please come with me into the sect to take a seat."

Lin Feng nodded, thinking to himself that the Illusion Sound Pavilion actually had female disciples.

The woman walking alongside Lin Feng asked: "So, are you wondering why the Illusion Sound Pavilion has female disciples?"

The girl’s witty words captivated Lin Feng.

Lin Feng found it odd; how could she know his inner doubts — could she read minds?

Speaking of mind-reading, it’s a profound study. Although Lin Feng had heard of it, truly encountering it intrigued him.

Since she had already raised the topic, Lin Feng didn’t hide his curiosity.

Lin Feng told the girl: "Miss, you’re truly insightful and clever. Since you’ve discerned my thoughts, please enlighten me."

Responding to Lin Feng’s praise, she simply smiled gracefully.

As they walked, the woman chatted with Lin Feng, and they had reached the main hall.

It turned out that this girl had a special talent from a young age, which allowed her to read the minds of others, even those she had never met.

She had guessed that Lin Feng was preoccupied with something urgent and was in search of a maiden, but although she hadn’t spelled it out entirely, what she said was clear.

"This young woman has another talent besides mind reading, which is the art of prediction. I wonder if you are interested in trying it?" Lin Feng, who typically didn’t care much for predictions, found his interest piqued in this moment.

By this time, the two of them had reached a hall, and as Lin Feng sat down, the woman sat facing him.

After seeking Lin Feng’s consent, the woman produced a treasure from her hand, looking at the ancient inscriptions on a plaque used for fortune-telling.

The woman said to Lin Feng: "Sir, I shall now conduct a reading for you."

Although Lin Feng practiced Immortal Law, he knew little about this skill of prediction, which was considered a unique practice among the Immortal Sects.

Though not as powerful in combat as cultivation techniques, this art of prediction, if mastered, could understand the heavens and earth, knowing the past five hundred years and the future five hundred years.

The myriad principles in this world were intertwined, with countless connections and entanglements. The art of prediction found these connections through the mysteries of heaven and earth to predict the past, present, and future.

Lin Feng’s fate had always been fraught with peril, entangled in numerous conspiracies and calculations.

Lin Feng nodded to indicate he could begin, also curious to see what kind of life the woman would predict for him.

Perhaps this talk of destiny was just a joke not to be taken seriously, so Lin Feng treated it as a jest.

The woman collected these plaques into a jar, which showed no energy fluctuations or operations, much like those seen in the marketplace.

Watching the maiden shake the box a few times, Lin Feng saw the jade plaques pour out.

Jade, an ancient spiritual object, made excellent items for prediction use.

Lin Feng had indeed seen many ancient spiritual items before, but this was his first encounter with such items used for divination.

Observing the object carefully, he found it wasn’t a treasure, just common materials frequented in the mortal world. There were no energy fluctuations around the jade plaques, appearing as ordinary mortal-grade items.

Could such ordinary items really predict his fate? At first glance, Lin Feng saw a light-blue glow emanating from the jade plaques, as if they contained a lamp inside.

The light emitted from these jade plaques formed into a stream of fireflies that began ascending above the plaques. Each jade plaque emitted fireflies, which gathered above them, forming a light cluster above the table.

This was the hidden energy within these items, simple yet unique, completely concealing their splendor within the exterior. Such a wondrous treasure was indeed admirable.

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s mind seemed to enter the light screen, glancing at his hands and his surroundings.

Lin Feng found the place familiar but couldn’t pinpoint where it was.

He asked aloud: "How did I get here?"