The fortune teller was quite astonished, sizing up Chen Shi, "You know the young master? Who exactly are you?"
The young master owned many properties, including three or four just in Yudou alone; he didn’t want to offend one of his own people.
Chen Shi gently caressed the Youquan Wandering Dragon Sword’s blade, its nascent dragon moving along with his fingertips as if it was very interested in them.
"The matriarch of Rouge Lane in Yudou, Godhand Du from Joy Forest, Auntie Xue from the Red Lady Society, Manager Qiu from Mingfeng Pavilion," Chen Shi said with a smile, "all perished at my hand. You are a fortune teller from the Banshan Sect. Why don’t you divine your own fortune today and see if it’s accurate?"
The fortune teller’s complexion changed slightly as a small abacus appeared in the hands of the Nascent Soul behind him.
The abacus was exquisitely crafted, barely an inch and a half in size, yet the ninety-one beads were distinctly clear.
What was most peculiar was that each bead was engraved with different talismans, with each side featuring five types of talismanic symbols corresponding to the Five Elents Talisman.
In the center of the beads was an even more complex design, featuring up to eight different talismans corresponding to the Eight Trigrams Talisman.
The abacus itself was also engraved with all sorts of strange talismanic patterns, outlined with gold thread and cinnabar, exquisite craftsmanship that was breathtaking to behold.
A single bead from this abacus was probably worth over a hundred pieces of silver!
Such ingenious craftsmanship could only be the work of the Hundred Refinent Hall or the Lu Ban Sect!
"You should be telling fortunes, not counting money."
Chen Shi snorted and moved forward to stab, his sword piercing the air with a hiss.
The fortune teller heard the air burst and the Youquan Wandering Dragon Sword was already before his eyes; he tilted his head to dodge as the Nascent Soul brought up the abacus to counter the sword.
"Dodged it!"
His eyes widened as he watched the Wandering Dragon Sword turn into a streak of cold light that flew past his face, a surge of joy in his heart.
Chen Shi’s sword strike had been incredibly fast; he was hanging by a thread, luckily his neck was sturdy enough to tilt in ti, otherwise, the blow would have certainly claid his life!
However, because he reacted too swiftly, the timing of his abacus flying out was off and failed to et Chen Shi’s strike.
At this mont, the power of each abacus bead began to activate; gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and other talismanic symbols lit up on their surface, while trigrams like Qian and Kun started to rotate, and the abacus beads rapidly enlarged.
The power of this talismanic weapon was astonishing. Once activated, the multiple talismanic powers of the ninety-one beads were superimposed: the Five Elents complented each other, dramatically increasing their power, aided by the Eight Trigrams Talismans, making it even more formidable.
With the addition of the mutual destruction of the Five Elents, if the enemy was too powerful, the beads could trap them, the Eight Diagrams would bind them externally, while the Five Elents exploded internally, often pulverizing the foe to dust!
His abacus had up to a hundred and eight uses, evolving into a hundred and eight techniques, perfect for close combat defense and long-range casting—nothing was beyond his wish.
"Although this person has obtained the Youquan Wandering Dragon Sword, he doesn’t know the art of Sacrificial Refinent and only treats this sword as a sharp blade."
In a flash, various thoughts flickered through his mind, so showmanship included, "I’ll use the internal Five Elents generation cycle to trap his lower body. Use tal energy to shred him, wood energy to make him swell, fire energy to burn him to ashes, water energy to wash him away, and earth energy to crush him. Then with the external Five Elents, I’ll blast him into powder! Finally, with the Eight Trigrams Refinent, I’ll refine him into a tiny Human at Spirit Pill!"
As the power of his abacus expanded outward, the fortune teller prepared to retract its force.
At the sa ti, dozens of yards away on the roof behind him, the neck of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator crouching there suddenly showed a red line.
He too saw the Wandering Dragon Sword approaching, but its speed was too fast, with just a flash it had passed across his neck.
Panic in his heart, he leaped into the air, but midway he thought, "Why do I feel so light?"
Looking down, he saw his body below the neck right underneath him, with eight arms spread out as if about to leap.
He and his body jumped together, only his head leaped higher.
As Chen Shi’s sword connected, he shifted from Stabbing Sword Style to Cloud Sword Formation.
Before the movents of the Cloud Sword Formation were complete, they transford into Splitting Sword Style, then Swipe Sword Style, a total of four moves; all were the simplest techniques of the ridian Evil Slayer Sword, moves known to any literate person.
Four swift and clean movents.
Above him, the person who had conjured more than a hundred flying needles, saw them all severed by a single spin of the Cloud Sword.
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His neck was also severed by the Cloud Sword.
And the Splitting Sword Style was a re swipe, sweeping from above downward, severing the head along with the Divine Shrine Divine Embryo of the person a hundred yards behind Chen Shi!
The Swipe Sword Style was extrely fast, and across the lake, a hundred yards away, the water dragon had its neck cut, collapsing with a splash.
The Nascent Soul Realm cultivator standing on the dragon’s head now clutched at his throat with one hand while frantically searching his body for bottles of dicine with the other, trying to find Discontinuation Ointnt to prolong his life in his final monts!
In disarray, he accidentally dropped a bottle of dicine into the lake.
He cried out, his neck bleeding profusely as he plunged into the waters.
Chen Shi caught the approaching Wandering Dragon Sword and lightly wiped along the blade.
The blade rippled like water, with the nascent dragon inside gently moving along his finger’s path.
"Did you figure it out?"
He ran his finger over the tip of the sword without looking away, his gaze fixed on the tip, and he whispered, "Will you live or die today?"
Just when the fortune teller began to think of the "Human at Spirit Pill," the abacus’s power had already receded, and he was about to prepare for the second technique.
It was then he suddenly realized that the four who were with him were all dead.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and behind him ca the sounds of heavy objects falling, two thuds: the first a headless body, the second a human head.
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