Chapter 169: Found You
【Today's Divination: Extrely Unlucky. Avoid Everything.】
【Remaining Lifespan: 6 years】
Chen Huai’an ignored his ominous fortune and imdiately opened the custor service system.
"Help divine who is the mastermind behind the demonic cultivators in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm."
【This is your first divination of the day. This divination is free.】
【Warning: Due to the player’s Fortune Loss reaching 1,000 layers, to prevent accidental death, this divination has been rejected. Please reduce your Fortune Loss first!】
Chen Huai’an’s eye twitched.
He had already experienced the hell that was 1,000 layers of Fortune Loss.
Everything he did required extre caution.
Would you believe that even in a containnt facility, he had managed to eat food with bugs in it?
And when he tried to switch plates, he still ended up with food poisoning?
And then he clogged the toilet…?
Only for the water supply to be cut off that day…?
And when he finally went out to get toilet paper, he stepped on his shoelace and faceplanted…?
If an ordinary person had 1,000 layers of Fortune Loss, they wouldn’t survive an hour.
But Chen Huai’an was stubborn.
He was a cultivator.
Even when he broke his nose from the fall, his body healed instantly—so it seed like nothing was wrong.
But only he knew how miserable this was.
To put it bluntly—
If he hadn’t had 1,000 layers of Fortune Loss, he might have never encountered the Corpse King, Di Jiang.
The Bearded Guy wouldn’t have died.
Di Jiang could have revived sowhere else, rather than right in his face.
All of this was because of his sh*tty luck.
"Tell —how do I remove the Fortune Loss state?"
**【Performing good deeds can reduce Fortune Loss. Depending on the rit, you can clear 1 to 1,000 layers. Alternatively, you can remove it by paying:
First 100 layers: ¥1,000 per layer
101-400 layers: ¥10,000 per layer
401-700 layers: ¥100,000 per layer
701-1,000 layers: ¥1,000,000 per layer.】**
"One million per layer?! Why don’t you just rob ?!"
Chen Huai’an’s screech distorted the phone speaker.
"I killed the Corpse King, Di Jiang! How does that not count as a good deed?! Do you know how many people would have died if he was still alive?!"
【Di Jiang’s resurrection caused over 50,000 deaths. You inherited this karma, nullifying any rit you earned.】
"THAT’S how you calculate rit?!"
Chen Huai’an raged.
But then…
He couldn’t be angry anymore.
Justice delayed was not justice at all.
50,000 people had already died.
If he wanted true rit, he should have prevented their deaths in the first place.
A "hero" was a title anyone could claim.
But a true hero…
Had to be perfect.
"Fine. I understand. I’ll pay."
He wasn’t going to spend everything to clear all 1,000 layers.
Just clearing the first 100 was enough—so he could at least divine information.
The rest… he’d earn back through other ans.
Reality was in chaos—there were evil spirits appearing every day.
He could grind his Fortune Loss down bit by bit.
"Tell —who is behind the demonic cultivators in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm?"
With 900 layers of Fortune Loss, Chen Huai’an’s face was dark.
【This is your third question of the day. Cost: ¥1,000.】
【Warning: This divination involves extrely heavy karma. Performing it will increase your Fortune Loss layers. Confirm?】
"Confirm!"
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Cangyun Realm, Sky Shrouded in Storm Clouds.
Across the continent, countless cultivators trembled as they gazed at the heavens.
Thunder bood, and a colossal golden eye wreathed in lightning slowly scanned the world, as if searching for sothing.
But after a few monts, the divine phenonon vanished.
The old monsters of the major sects rely opened their eyes, glanced at the sky, then went back to ditating.
Nothing worth getting worked up over.
However, deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, inside a blood-soaked cave, a man soaking in a blood pool suddenly shot upright.
His face twisted.
"H-how dare they spy on ?!"
He was Ji Dong, a newly ascended Nascent Soul Perfection demonic cultivator.
And his heart was pounding in fear.
He hadn’t even looked directly at that golden eye.
Yet he still felt like he had been skinned alive, his flesh crawling.
"What… the f…"
In a flash of intuition, he imdiately cast a divination spell.
And then—
PUFF!
Blood sprayed from his mouth and nostrils.
"HIM AGAIN?! What does he want?!"
Just for a fraction of a second, he had seen a sword-wielding figure in the divination.
And his scalp nearly burst open.
It was like being stared down by a python—pure suffocation.
"Wait—he saw just because I looked at him?!"
Ji Dong’s face twisted.
But he cultivated secret techniques!
That shouldn’t be possible!
"Stay calm… I have to stay calm."
He inhaled deeply.
Since he had already been exposed, his priority was survival.
He had prepared an escape plan in advance.
Even if every demonic cultivator in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm was exterminated, the real mastermind behind it all would remain hidden.
And he wanted to live.
He had to restore the glory of Tianmo Sect, even if it ant bowing to the true overlords.
"Master, I may have been discovered."
Ji Dong pulled out a jade talisman, his face filled with flattery.
A faint female figure appeared inside.
"The one watching is a sword cultivator," he explained quickly.
"My subordinates have confird his identity. He’s a Grand Elder of the Sword Pavilion, called Chen Huai’an."
【Chen Huai’an?】
The woman’s voice was perplexed.
【I’ve never heard of him. There is a Chen in the Sword Pavilion, but not that na.】
"Perhaps he’s using a fake identity. Master, my preparations are complete. We only need to wait for the Zhongzhou Secret Realm—"
【Leave the Ten Thousand Mountains.】
Her voice was calm.
【I will conceal your presence. That sword cultivator will not find you. Hide in a remote place and wait until the storm passes.】
Ji Dong exhaled in relief.
"Thank you, Master!"
He imdiately left his cave, disguised himself as a rchant, and checked into an inn in a small mortal town.
Cultivators rarely visited these places—they were the safest hideouts.
With his new disguise and his Master’s protection, he was completely safe now.
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anwhile, in Containnt Chamber 0.
Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the rchant-dressed middle-aged man in the inn.
Slowly, his lips curled into a cruel grin.
"You bastard…"
"I found you."
"Heh… HEH HEH HEH."
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