Chapter 60: The Destiny Saint's Unfathomable Scheme

  "Master! Master? What's wrong with my fate?"

  The woman was anxious, and the master was known as a god of calculation. He calculated everything accurately, without any difference at all.

  The old man counted on his fingers for half a day, his brow furrowing more and more, almost scaring the woman to death.

  The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, my disciple. This is a good thing. With multiple paths in your destiny, you have choices in life. You are the only clever disciple of your master, and I will help you with this heavenly opportunity."

  "Thank you, Master!" The woman sat down, playing with the chess pieces, waiting for the old man's response.

  "The first one is what I said, under the starry sky, with gold and jade by my side, admired by thousands, luxurious and wealthy, with a family fortune of tens of millions."

  "Mmm," the woman nodded, this is a good fate, if she follows this path, she will think of all the glory and wealth in her life, and must be favored by the rich or prince of the Star Moon Empire.

  "This second one, whether you say it's good or bad, it's still bad." The old man said with a pinch of his hand.

  "Having drifted through the perilous continents, I fear to speak of the blood-soaked skies. With double shoulders bearing labor for many years, but with a wave of my hand, half of the heavenly realm is mine. Life and death are unpredictable. In death, Yanluo fears me, the heavenly gods tremble. In life, the four seas fear me, I play among mortals, an extreme joy in heaven and man."

  The old man said something that sounded mysterious and wonderful. The woman only understood part of it, but what she heard was thrilling and made her feel a little wistful.

  "Master? Which way should I go?" The woman used her charm again, feeling that the old man's bones were almost shaken apart.

  "This is hard to say for sure, the first one is calm, but the second one is fierce and stimulating!"

  Just as the woman was still thinking, a gust of wind blew by, blowing up her golden long hair. A withered yellow hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, grabbed her and the chair, and threw them to the corner of the room. An old body blocked her way.

  "Master, what's wrong?" The woman found that there was a person standing at the window, wearing a raincoat and a conical hat, and the windbreaker made a hissing sound in the cold wind.

  "Who comes? Report your name!"

  It's been five hundred years, and I've never been so tense. With such strength, appearing right in front of him without being detected, it could only be someone from above, or a demon!

  Two fingers pointed towards the sky, a soft whisper in his mouth, and a magic wand appeared in his hand. The tip of the wand was surprisingly a small abacus made from a large amount of ink-colored magical crystals.

  "Pan Mo Xue Shen Zhang!" The mysterious person exclaimed.

  The old man was even more shocked, his body began to tremble slightly, and the woman behind him felt her master's fear for the first time.

  "Who are you? How did you know about my weapon? Are you a remnant of the demon tribe from back then?"

  The mysterious man laughed out loud, "They say that fate is in the hands of heaven, but even an 8th rank Saint Devil Instructor like me can be frightened at times!"

  "Shengmo Daoshi? Master, you are Shengmo Daoshi?" The woman had followed the master for many years, yet didn't even know his name. It was said that the great Shengmo Daoshi was at a loss, who on the continent wouldn't know this.

  "Who is your excellency? I am indeed at a loss!"

  "Aren't you afraid I'm from the Demon Clan?"

  He didn't have any strategy or defense left, first because the demon clan wouldn't be so bored as to drag things out with him, they would definitely take care of him directly. Secondly, he couldn't see through his opponent at all, and the gap between them was too great, resisting was also useless. His own fate, even he himself had no way to change it.

  "Hmm... I say Eighth Young Master, you saw Second Young Mistress, why didn't you greet her?"

  The newcomer was Xue Fei. She happened to be passing by and saw that someone in the house was using the Heavenly Fate Formation of the Eight Trigrams, so she came to take a look at who it was.

  "Second Sister?" Zhang Wuji was shocked.

  The woman behind him didn't panic, she was weak and couldn't help anyway, so it's better to use her brain.

  According to the historical records of that year, God King Sifel brought nine junior brothers and sisters down from Shenfeng Mountain, saving the mainland and creating a legend. The second junior sister was the legendary Snow Dance Sword Saint Xuefei!

  Hearing Tuer's words, Suan Wuzhe woke up and took trembling steps towards Xuefei, "Xuefei Shijie, is that you?"

  "Wouldn't you ask your senior sister to sit down?" Xue Fei removed her bamboo hat, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

  "Big Sister, it's really you! Did you escape from the mortal world back then?"

  "Yes, but your senior sister won't live for much longer!" Xue Fei had already let go and broken free. Life and death were actually just a thought away. The only things that made her feel a little reluctant to part with were that stinky brat Long Tianyu and Feng Xinyao who was like a junior sister to her.

  "An Zhixian, little brother, help sister calculate a fortune about her fate, sister wants to see it!" Xuefei suddenly showed a smile, because a stinky brat had said a sentence before, "Knowing one's fate and changing one's fate is the most interesting thing on the continent, isn't it?"

  The woman looked at Xue Fei, sizing her up, and thought that Xue Fei, the Sword Saint, was the most elegant and beautiful woman she had ever seen.

  "Sister, it's impossible! Master said that among the ten of us, I must not count on heaven's fate. And if I were to calculate for you, you would encounter the Thunder God Curse's impact."

  Xue Fei smiled and said lightly: "The Thunder God Curse is for those at the Holy level. Your shifu's sister has already left that circle."

  "What?!" Algernon's legs slipped out from under him and he sat down on the ground, still staring at Sherry in disbelief.

  "Could it be that Uncle Snow has already passed away?"

  The woman had heard that Xue Fei was a ninth-tier Sword Saint back then. Now she should be called... Godly Xue Fei.

  Suàn wú cè tàn le kǒu qì, yáo yáo tóu niē qǐ zhī lái. Dùn shí jiān shì nèi yī gè lán sè bā guà zhèn fú ér qǐ, bāng zì jǐ shī jiě suàn, dāng rán yào zuì zhǔn què de, tāmen shí rén zhōng, méi rén dōu jīng tōng yī xiàng qí zhēn yì shù.

  Suàn wú cè biān suàn biān bì zhe yǎn jīng shuō: "Shī jiě cǐ shēng qǐ mìng bù cuò, wǒmen yīqǐ zài shén fēng shān shàng xué xí, lì dà zhàn kàn jìn jiān nán, dú jìn xiǎn zǔ, zhěng jiù rén lèi, luò xià yī shì yīng míng, shén lóng huí xuè, shī jiě zài dà shī xiōng lín wēi shí jiē le gè shén me tǐ rèn wu, mó shòu shān dǐng wǔ bǎi nián, hái shì méi yǒu yā sǐ jù dú."

  "You're absolutely right, the calculation of Shidi's life is very accurate."

  "Teacher's sister has been out of the mountain for five years and completed the task, awesome! This task is not simple, Teacher's sister, this task will change the mainland!"

  "What's going on? That kid is so fierce?"

  Zan Wuzhe nodded: "This is hard to calculate, this person seems to be protected by something, I can't calculate it accurately!"

  "What about me? I still have a year left!" Xue Fei didn't feel sad, but instead had more memories.

  "This year, Shifu has been rushing about, flying here and there, fighting several battles, which has worsened her injuries! After a year, Shifu will..."

  "What's the point?" The woman asked, she was unwilling for someone who had made such a great contribution to the mainland to die like this.

  "What's going on! What's going on!" Zhang Wuji was flustered.

  "After all, everyone will die someday. Don't worry about it, little brother." Xue Fei took a sip of tea.

  "Impossible! Eldest sister, you're not dead!"

  "I'm not dead? Impossible."

  "Sister, you are not dead, but alive and well. Something has blocked your fate for ten years, but I can see that after ten years, you will live a very happy life!"

  "Am I living happily?" Xue Fei couldn't believe her ears.

  "Sister, your fate is too strong, I can only see a happy day for you ten years from now."

  "What is it?" Sherry asked curiously.

  "The elder sister and several very beautiful girls were chatting idly by the side of a beautiful lake, a lovely little girl about five years old was playing aside, she looked over here, as if discovering someone had arrived, she began writing on the ground."

  "What did you write, Master?" the woman asked curiously.

  "That little girl is writing, calculating... the first one is a calculation word, no strategy... you old... not... dead... dare to... idle... peek at heaven's fate... see... Miss come over and pluck your whiskers..."

  If you feel like screaming with excitement, just throw a few flowers at me and vent your emotions.