CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 35: CAN’T CALCULATE ANYTHING!

Hearing what Daoist Qing Luan said, if the viewers in the livestream still don’t know why he’s here, they’ve wasted their time watching.

[So he came to stir up trouble.]

Initially, Qing Luan indeed came to expose Mu Yunchu just to fulfill a commission.

Upon seeing his target was such a young girl, he originally didn’t want to make it too difficult, as long as he could prove she was a fraud, that would be enough.

Otherwise, he would become a laughingstock in the circle if word spread.

But as the viewers in the livestream kept speaking for Mu Yunchu, his thoughts began to change subtly.

Only a small portion of people in this world believe in things like mysticism. Among them, many are interested in ’Western Xuan’, thinking ’Eastern Xuan’ is dull and tedious.

Even he has studied for thirty years under a master and struggled through over ten years by himself to achieve his current success.

But Daoist Qing Luan honestly asked himself, he absolutely didn’t have that many followers.

More than thirty thousand people...

He couldn’t help but feel tempted.

If he could suppress Mu Yunchu here, then turn these people into his followers, his status and wealth would surely rise several levels.

Greed flashed in Daoist Qing Luan’s eyes, seeing those people calling Mu Yunchu a master, he was extremely disdainful.

It’s difficult to enter this field, and even more difficult to delve deeper.

So young, and just a woman, what can she possibly be capable of?

Moreover, he’s never heard of this woman’s name inside the circle.

Probably just self-taught some stuff online like "The Book of Changes" over a couple of days.

Retracting his thoughts, he quietly waited for Mu Yunchu to answer his question.

But Mu Yunchu, who had already seen through everything, just smiled faintly, "One Starship per fortune-telling."

This ’Daoist Qing Luan’ did indeed have some real skills, especially in seeking divinations and asking oracles.

At least stronger than the one who wet his pants at the Chen Family last time.

It’s just a pity that his spiritual sensitivity is inadequate, thus after all these years in the industry, he’s only mastered the rigid knowledge from books.

And the person behind this...

Mu Yunchu barely perceptibly shook her head, not realizing that she had unwittingly become the target of interest once again.

Seeing her reaction, Daoist Qing Luan thought she didn’t take him seriously, feeling even more displeased in his heart.

What an arrogant brat.

"Hmph." Daoist Qing Luan snorted coldly, then raised his hand and shook his sleeve, sweeping past with a gift.

As the special effects rose, Mu Yunchu’s voice followed right after, "What do you want to calculate?"

"You’re so capable, don’t you know what I want to calculate?" Daoist Qing Luan retorted as he looked at her.

His eyes, full of brilliant light, staring straight at Mu Yunchu.

[Here we go, starting to cause trouble.]

[I don’t understand, why not just say what you want to calculate? What’s the point of asking the streamer?]

[Haven’t you figured it out yet? It’s clearly a competing peer coming to provoke deliberately!]

[Huh? This isn’t something a Daoist with ethereal bones would do!]

[Yeah, it’s kind of excessive, this nitpicking is too obvious.]

...

Daoist Qing Luan glanced coldly at the comments that weren’t very favorable to him.

In his mind, he thought:

Foolish mortals, I’m here to guide them out of the deception, yet they speak this way!

In a little while, they’ll know who truly deserves their reverence!

Perhaps these people’s comments awakened pride in his heart. He tidied his Daoist robe:

"Okay, don’t say I’m bullying you."

"Why don’t we compete a bit, let’s each set the hexagrams and calculate something the other doesn’t know, the winner is whoever figures it out?"

He prided himself on his divination skills having reached a certain level, so he wasn’t worried about losing.

Meanwhile, someone in the livestream recognized his identity.

[Wait... Qing Luan... White Beard, oh my, I know who this is!]

[??? Who is it?]

[Also a highly accurate fortune-telling master! Very famous where we are, and it’s said a single hexagram is worth a fortune, people queue up for miles just for his readings.]

[? Turns out he’s not a fraud? Things just got interesting.]

[Really? So who do you think is more capable, him or the streamer?]

[I guess the former, after all, he’s older than the streamer by many decades. And he looks like someone who’s really good at fortune-telling.]

Hearing people praise him, Daoist Qing Luan couldn’t help but display a delighted and proud expression.

Seemingly saying:

These people have good judgment.

"Alright." Mu Yunchu set down her teacup, raised her hand indicating for the other party to start, showing more interest.

Daoist Qing Luan didn’t accept her ’goodwill’.

"Alright then, I only need a minute to finish anyway."

He extended a hand that seemed rather unmatched with his appearance.

Compared to his full head of white hair and face full of age spots, it appeared completely discordant.

Ignoring the bewildered comments from viewers, he closed his eyes, his quickly moving fingers began calculating.

But as the seconds ticked by, under everyone’s expectations, Daoist Qing Luan not only didn’t open his eyes, but his brows furrowed tightly.

[What’s going on here, why the bad expression while calculating?]

[What happened to the promised minute? Is he still not done?]

About five minutes later, Daoist Qing Luan finally opened his eyes.

Without speaking, he took out all his fortune-telling tools.

Clearly getting serious.

[Huh? Why change tools? Couldn’t figure it out?]

[If he can’t calculate it then this could be quite an event, might become a joke in the mysticism community.]

[Shouldn’t be, this master’s reputation doesn’t align with this level of skill.]

...

Daoist Qing Luan took out his ’Dragon Bone’, and added a few Copper Coins, shaking them in front of everyone.

As the coins bounced out one by one, viewers didn’t understand, but they could see his face turned paler.

His forehead seemed to sweat a layer of beads.

Silently, he tried several divination methods again, his expression worsening with each attempt.

Impossible!

Couldn’t figure anything out, nothing at all!

Defeatedly, he looked at Mu Yunchu, meeting her somewhat puzzled eyes, a shock reverberated in his heart:

Who on earth is this girl...

While confused, he also needed to think of a way to handle the scene before him, or he’d really lose face.

Bracing himself, he spoke of some of Mu Yunchu’s past experiences, but mentioned nothing of the future.

The people in the livestream weren’t easily fooled, immediately pinpointed his flaw, and began questioning.

[Isn’t there anything about the future?]

[Daoist, you can’t win like this, the streamer surely knows her past.]

Daoist Qing Luan guiltily averted his gaze.

Was he unwilling to say?

No, it was because he didn’t know!

Too strange.

He’s never encountered such a thing.

This woman’s future, he couldn’t see even a glimpse.

Even after several predictions, he repeatedly received warnings aimed at him.

He suspected that if he insisted on continuing, he’d incur divine punishment.

He took a deep breath, feigned composure.

"So what if I can’t say, at most it’s a draw between us."

[That might not be, since our streamer hasn’t started yet.]

As the words fell, Mu Yunchu’s eyes gently squinted, the shadows of her eyelashes reflecting more noticeably on her face.

Gradually, her expression grew more intriguing.

This stirred an ominous sensation among the viewers.

[No way, is the streamer unable to calculate either?]