My Core is the Boss

Chapter 309.1: Blood Compass

The fortune teller, Yu Xiu, glanced at Qi Yuan with a deep and inscrutable expression. "You speak rather strangely... Nevertheless, I shall answer whatever question you have today."

Then, he murmured to himself, "After all, this is the only way to break my curse. Using these tools to tell fortunes here can partially suppress it. They’re single-use disposable items anyway."

It could be said that anything in this world could be divine.

Yu Xiu said softly, "Place your hand on the bronze plate, and I will be able to determine the answer."

Qi Yuan did as he was told. "Alright."

Han Xianyun wore a strange expression. The two were both rather odd. The fortune teller was mysterious, while Qi Yuan spoke in an erratic and nonsensical manner. Clear the game? What did that even mean?

Zhang Yang grinned disdainfully. "Seems like there’s more than one lunatic here today."

Born into a noble family tied to the legendary Seven Martial Star families, he naturally felt superior to everyone else. Now that he was leaving for a better future, he looked down on these people even more. Very few true aristocrats entered the martial arts world. Most of them were merely nouveau riche.

Yu Xiu focused fully, his blood boiling as he waited for the bronze plate’s response. In truth, he was just an ordinary man destined to die. He knew nothing about divination. All so-called fortune-telling was performed by the artifact.

However, as time passed, no response came. Yu Xiu’s eyes revealed astonishment, and his face filled with doubts.

Qi Yuan asked softly, "So? How did the divination go? When will I clear this game?"

Yu Xiu fell silent for a moment, his mind surging like the turbulent sea. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Hundreds of thousand questions flooded his mind. After all, this was the first time the artifact had failed.

Could it be that he’s the same as me?

Yu Xiu revealed a troubled expression. "Your question truly stumps me. Perhaps you could ask another question and I’ll try again?"

Even his form of address toward Qi Yuan had changed.

Qi Yuan sighed. "Your divination skills aren’t that great. I overestimated you. How about this, try to calculate if I’ll win the Martial Arts Tournament."

Before Yu Xiu could respond, the martial artists burst into laughter.

Han Xianyun couldn’t help but laugh as well. "Brother Qi, aren't you a bit overconfident?"

Zhang Yang’s eyes revealed undisguised disdain as his voice boomed like a bell. "Don’t forget that I am participating as well."

The implication was clear. If he was participating, then the champion could only be him. All the martial artists agreed.

A year ago, he had lost to the champion by only one move. This year, his martial arts had clearly improved, making him a guaranteed champion.

"Kid, the one beside you is the Southern Lion. He will definitely be the champion. Don’t get your hopes too high."

Qi Yuan ignored all these voices. His hand remained on the bronze plate as he waited for Yu Xiu’s answer. At that moment, some information appeared before his eyes:

[Blood Compass Replica. Appears capable of glimpsing heavenly secrets and tracing the paths of fate. Produced by Bloodluo Island.]

Crack!

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out. The bronze plate had cracked and shattered.

Yu Xiu’s eyes widened in shock, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "Hmph..."

He couldn't understand how the artifact had shattered! How was that possible?! It had broken from a single divination!

The crowd were stunned.

"What just happened?"

"Why is he coughing out blood?"

"Is this an act?"

Everyone was confused.

Zhang Yang sneered. "You are putting on an act. I won’t waste my time on this farce any longer."

With that, he turned and left. Most of the surrounding martial artists also departed with amused expressions. Clearly, they believed Qi Yuan and the fortune teller were acquainted and staging something together to frame someone.

Even Han Xianyun stared skeptically at Qi Yuan. The fortune teller had previously revealed some of his secrets. Could it really be related to Qi Yuan?

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan took out his mental illness certificate. "Look carefully, this is my certificate. Don’t try to scam me. I didn’t break this!"

Ever so cautious, he always carried his certificate everywhere, just in case someone tried to extort him. Sure enough, it came in handy.

All of Han Xianyun’s suspicions disappeared. If this scheme was targeting him, would Qi Yuan really act like this? What would be the point?

Yu Xiu was still confused, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. "This indeed has nothing to do with you."

Artifacts, especially special ones like this, would not shatter without reason. It could only mean that the person or matter he tried to divine exceeded the artifact’s capabilities. But such situations usually only occurred with terrifying monsters. How could it happen with a human?

Could it be that he possesses some item that blocks divination?

Qi Yuan asked, "By the way, where did you get this Blood Compass? It’s quite interesting, I’d like to get one too. Wouldn’t I be able to make money easily?"

Yi Xiu immediately became wary. "How do you know it’s called the Blood Compass? You don’t even have death energy on you!"

The words slipped out before he could stop himself, and he immediately regretted it.

Qi Yuan pondered. "Because I’m mentally ill. Isn’t it normal for mentally ill people to know such things? By the way, I want to ask you something. Have you heard of the Spirit Martial God?"

To become the Mortal Martial God, all he had to do was win the Martial Arts Tournament a hundred times. As for how to become the Spirit Martial God, he had no idea at all. Qi Yuan decided to ask because the fortune teller seemed unusual.

"Spirit Martial God?" Yu Xiu shook his head. "I’ve never heard of it. But I’ve heard of the Mortal Martial God and the Mad Dragon Martial God."

This time, Yu Xiu did not hide anything. He felt Qi Yuan also harbored secrets. Otherwise, how could he know the name Blood Compass?

Qi Yuan murmured, "Martial God?"

Yu Xiu’s expression changed dramatically. "Oh no, I have to leave!"

With the compass shattered, a remnant of the curse still lingered on him. He had to deal with it immediately. Without another word, he quickly left, even abandoning the table.

Han Xianyun looked at Yu Xiu’s departing figure in surprise. "You two really don’t know each other?"

Qi Yuan replied, "I don’t know him, but he’s quite interesting."

He recalled the words "death energy." That implied the existence of a group, not just an individual.

Han Xianyun muttered, "Indeed interesting. Just like you. Could it be, the rumors are true?"

"What rumors?"