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Chapter 143 - 125: Damned Zong’s Diary, Who Keeps a Diary Seriously? (Second Update)
Chapter 143 - 125: Damned Zong’s Diary, Who Keeps a Diary Seriously? (Second Update)
Chapter 143: Chapter 125: Damned Zong’s Diary, Who Keeps a Diary Seriously? (Second Update)
“Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique?”
Su Xing was startled for a moment, then he realized this must be a secret technique that allowed a cultivator to predict fortunes.
There’s a saying in fortune-telling: First is fate, second is luck, third is feng shui, fourth is accumulating virtue, and fifth is education…
Could this fortune-telling technique really predict one’s fortunes?
With this thought, Su Xing had an epiphany.
He finally understood why Damned Zong always managed to pursue gains and avoid losses, escaping his ambush time after time.
That bastard must have sensed the danger!
He even went to the extent of hunkering down in a gully a hundred kilometers outside the Descending Sect for months on end, a level of caution that even Su Xing had to admire.
But this proved that the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique was indeed useful!
It was definitely thanks to this secret technique that Damned Zong sensed the crisis in advance and escaped from Su Xing’s hands through various simulations.
However, no matter how much this cultivator lurked, he still couldn’t compare to the cheat-like Su Xing. If once didn’t work, try twice; if twice didn’t work, ten times!
Since he could simulate, he eventually slaughtered that Damned Zong in the simulator.
“This Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique… seems like a perfect match for me, doesn’t it?”
Touching his chin, Su Xing mumbled to himself, as the chosen one with the simulator, the most important thing he needed was stability, was not to stand below the dangerous wall.
And this Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique was just the right fit for that. As long as Su Xing learned this technique, would he still have to worry about danger finding him?
A slight smile crept upon Su Xing’s lips, followed by a sigh:
“Although Damned Zong is an evil cultivator, I’ve truly learned a lot from him…”
“A cultivator is essentially struggling against heaven, seeking the proof of the path to immortality, not to compete for transitory anger… Only those who are stable enough (survive) can have the last laugh!”
Thinking this, Su Xing realized he was still too young compared to Damned Zong.
Looking back now, many of the things he had done were somewhat flawed. If they were discovered by someone with intentions, Su Xing might already be in danger right now.
Like the establishment of the Tarot Commerce Association with Jin Congxue to collect equipment, tools, and the large-scale selling of elixirs.
Although through simulation, Su Xing confirmed that Jin Congxue could be trusted, the massive influx of these equipments and the precious elixirs could not have been protected by Su Xing, who was just a small Golden Core Stage cultivator back then.
“But now it’s different… Divine Strength Realm, comparable to Martial Emperor strength, it’s indeed enough to protect a small Tarot Commerce Association!”
Su Xing thought to himself.
“As for the mass cultivation of Spirit Rice, it can wait for some time. First, I need to explore in the simulations, continuously searching for how to plant Spirit Grains on the largest scale…”
“Secondly, my strength is still not strong enough. If the matter of the Spirit Grains gets discovered by the Descending Sect or even the Foreign Race, I fear what I will encounter is endless assassination attempts!”
The thought of the hundreds of assassinations he experienced in the simulator made Su Xing’s scalp tingle.
Living a life without a sense of security was not something Su Xing could endure.
After careful consideration, Su Xing returned his gaze to the simulation panel.
[You excitedly pick up the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique and start reading, and sure enough, this secret technique can really calculate fortunes and sense imminent personal crises!]
[You skim through it, and find that the content of the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique is incomplete, a small but crucial part of the latter has been erased when Damned Zong destroyed his storage bag.]
[Thinking of this, anger wells up in you, and you burn Damned Zong with the Li Fire Technique, making him scream in agony.]
[Afterward, you start collecting nearby, gathering the few remaining damaged artifacts together.]
[Having done all this, you then use the Li Fire Technique to threaten Damned Zong, spending several days to find the complete storage bag he had thrown away.]
[To your surprise, the seeds of the Snow Bone Jade Ginseng are actually inside this storage bag. Besides the seeds, there is also a large amount of diaries written by Damned Zong!]
Seeing this, Su Xing was taken aback and muttered:
“Geez, this Damned Zong really is no good… Who keeps a diary in earnest?”
“Hehe, but this diary is just wonderful. If I could understand more about the affairs of the Cultivation World from it… These are all valuable pieces of information!”
With this thought, Su Xing was moved and silently chanted:
“Use immersive simulation function, duration two hours!”
[Ding, it has been detected that you are using the immersive simulation function for 2 hours, costing 200,000 energy, remaining energy 25,931,234 points.]
The voice of the simulator rang in Su Xing’s ears.
Then Su Xing’s view changed, and in the next second, he appeared in an unfamiliar environment.
This was a continuous range of high mountains that extended far beyond the borders of the Great Xia.
Next to Su Xing stood a woman in a black tight-fitting garment with a veil on her face, it was Luo Shuying.
And a blob of peculiar black light was in front of Su Xing; that was Damned Zong.
“Su Xing, we need to hurry… Killing this Protector has taken too long; I’m worried that if too much time passes, the people from the Descending Sect will notice something amiss, and it will be bad if they come after us!”
Luo Shuying frowned slightly and said to Su Xing in a low voice.
After thinking it over, Su Xing said,
“Let’s find a place to hide first. We’re not far from the borders of Great Xia, and since we’re in the north, I’ll notify Kyoto to send someone. With their help, we should be safe…”
Luo Shuying frowned slightly upon hearing this, having been a traitor to the Descending Sect for decades, she somewhat hostilely perceived the Great Xia government.