My Core is the Boss

Chapter 308.2: Fortune Teller

Han Xianyun looked toward the stall in front of the building. "A fortune teller? You actually believe that?"

At the stall sat a pale young man. On the signboard were written four large words: Heavenly Iron-Mouth Fortune Telling. Beside him were all sorts of strange objects that only diminished his credibility.

The Northern Crane added, "Even if he wants to put on an act, he should at least make it convincing. He's way too young to be some divine fortune teller. I don't buy it."

Qi Yuan smirked. "How about we let him predict who will win this tournament?"

Han Xianyun nodded. "I’ve got nothing else to do anyway. Let's go have a look."

"You're too late, the Southern Lion has already gone over!"

Han Xianyun immediately looked over with surprise and some displeasure. "Zhang Yang is clearly up to no good."

Despite being a martial arts genius, Zhang Yang was arrogant. A prideful martial artist was one thing, but he didn’t just look down on everyone else, he even looked down on martial arts itself! He considered himself a god’s gift to the entire martial arts circle.

With Zhang Yang heading over, quite a few talented young martial artists from the alliance also went over. Qi Yuan and Han Xianyun followed suit.

Qi Yuan stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I still haven't bought the three golds for Ning Tao. Should I set up a fortune-telling stall and earn some extra cash?"

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang's face was full of contempt. "You charlatan, pretending to be mysterious! Matters of fate are so profoundly unfathomable that even the Immortal Dao cannot claim to be able to see destiny. What gives you the right to call yourself an infallible fortune teller?"

"If one cannot see fate, it is only because one is not powerful enough," the pale young man said weakly, yet his eyes were full of confidence.

If Zhang Yang’s gaze was lofty and dismissive of all things, then the young man’s carried a calm arrogance, as though he stood detached from the world.

Zhang Yang grew even more contemptuous of the youth. Just a few days ago, he had learned some earth-shattering news, leaving him in a foul mood. He felt that all the years he had spent in the martial arts world had been a complete waste. Zhang Yang had never thought highly of the martial arts world, and the rise of spiritual energy and the Immortal Dao only made him disdain it even more.

If not for the desire to win the championship and draw a perfect close to his past life journey, he would not have come at all. Over the past few days, he had gained some understanding of the Immortal Dao and yearned for it. If he could succeed in martial arts, then the Immortal Dao would definitely be no challenge.

Now that he saw a swindler putting on a show, he could not help stepping forward. "Okay, then predict how far I will go in the future."

The young man smiled. "Please place your hand upon the bronze plate."

Before him was a bronze plate engraved with strange symbols. Without any hesitation, Zhang Yang directly placed his hand on it.

After about a dozen breaths, regret appeared in the fortune teller's eyes. "You were born into extreme wealth and nobility. A pity that your luck has run out. In this life, I'm afraid you will accomplish nothing."

Those words immediately stirred up a commotion.

"You really are a fraud! This is the Southern Lion, the favorite to win this Martial Arts Tournament!"

“If that counts as accomplishing nothing, then who could possibly be called accomplished?!”

"Could it be that sitting here telling fortunes like you counts as accomplishing something?"

The surrounding crowd gazed at the fortune teller with mockery.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan quietly gave up the idea of setting up a fortune-telling stall as a side hustle.

After all, if he heard that kind of ridicule, there was no way he could resist arguing with those NPCs. The problem was that he was terrible with words and barely knew any insults. If it turned into a verbal fight, he would definitely lose. And if he lost the argument, then what? Violence would be the only option left.

Han Xianyun muttered, "This fortune teller isn't very skilled. He doesn't even know how to say flattering things."

Qi Yuan stared curiously at the fortune teller. "Although I'm not skilled in matters of fate, I think his predictions are pretty accurate. Do you want him to determine who your ancestor is and see whether it really is a rat?"

Han Xianyun seemed confused. "Hm?"

He couldn't understand what Qi Yuan was saying. Weren't everyone's ancestors human? Nevertheless, he was casual by nature.

Since Qi Yuan said so, Han Xianyun stepped forward. "Can you tell me who my bloodline ancestor is?"

Many were confused by his request. The young fortune teller’s shoulders trembled ever so slightly, but he concealed it well. No one noticed aside from Qi Yuan.

Then, the fortune teller repeated what he had said, "Please place your hand upon the bronze plate."

Han Xianyun did as told, looking at the fortune teller with anticipation.

After about ten breaths, the fortune teller said, "One of your ancestors was once a great general who stabilized the nation. Further back, your line is actually the remnant bloodline of the last ruler of the former Tang Dynasty."

Han Xianyun's eyes sharply contracted. If one had investigated the Han family, they would discover that one of the ancestors had been an immensely prestigious Great General Who Stabilized the Nation. However, the fact that they were descendants of the last ruler of the former Tang Dynasty was an extremely secret matter. Only a handful within the family knew about it.

Han Xianyun himself had only learned of it half a year ago. How did this man know?

For some reason, he felt an absurd sense of comedy, but he concealed his expression. "Sir, you really know how to flatter."

The fortune teller added, "As for your bloodline ancestor, I have already determined it. It is the breeding rat among the Three Hundred Ninety-Nine Beasts."

That one sentence completely threw Han Xianyun off. The fortune teller was basically saying the same thing as Qi Yuan! Was it a coincidence or a scheme?

Han Xianyun could not help but look at Qi Yuan. "Do you know each other?"

He felt that Qi Yuan and this fortune teller had joined forces to set him up. Otherwise, how could they know the secrets of his family?

Qi Yuan shook his head. "I don't know this NPC."

Yang Shan hurriedly said, "I can testify. Qi Yuan doesn't know this person."

Han Xianyun's heart was filled with countless questions. Today's events all felt strangely bizarre.

"This gentleman and I are not acquainted. This is our first meeting." The fortune teller then turned to Han Xianyun. "What I have said is true. If you do not believe me, think back. Did you have a dream three months ago? In that dream, were you chased by a giant rat?"

Han Xianyun's eyes widened. Three months ago, he really had such a dream! At the time, he had not paid it any mind and had not mentioned it to anyone. How did this fortune teller know?!

Han Xianyun's heart surged like stormy seas. "How do you know that?"

Qi Yuan leaned over. "See? I told you his predictions were pretty accurate, but you didn't believe me."

Though he did not know about Han Xianyun's dream, he could infer some things. In fact, his Primordial Seed had accidentally glimpsed a scene from that female doctor’s dream, and was nearly killed by the resulting curse. If he had to guess, those capable of dreaming three months ago were all people whose bloodline concentration had reached a certain threshold.

Qi Yuan curiously stared at the fortune teller. "Come, why don't you tell my fortune too? See when I'll be able to clear this game."