Chapter 143: Who Can Predict the Future?
Staying awake for one night was no big deal, but who knew how long this would last? How could he possibly never sleep?
If he kept this up, even if he didn’t die from exhaustion, he would surely go mad first.
What troubled him most was that he had used two different wooden effigy substitutes—one he always carried with him and another activated through his own spells—yet neither worked. This either meant that the other person's cultivation level far exceeded his, or that the person was highly skilled in this particular technique, or perhaps the method itself was exceptionally intricate.
Either way, it seemed like a real problem.
The middle-aged man rummaged through his belongings again and pulled out an ancient yellow gourd. He shook it vigorously for quite some time before finally extracting a black seed resembling a pumpkin seed, which landed in his palm.
“...”
The man hesitated, his face showing clear reluctance. After a moment of internal struggle, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He took a curved blade, dug a small hole in the ground, and planted the seed, covering it with a thin layer of soil. Then, he fetched some water and carefully poured it over the spot.
Murmuring under his breath, he chanted, “Celestial seeds of Mount Yi, do you understand human speech? If you do, grow quickly. Celestial seeds of Mount Yi, do you understand human speech? If you do, grow quickly.”
He repeated the chant without pause.