Chapter 238: Prophecy
Wuming hadn’t expected that, because of his Gold Spiritual Root.
After much wandering, he could still enter the Guanhai Sect in this manner.
But whether the Guanhai Sect would accept him was another matter.
The System suddenly said, “They will.”
Wuming: “So certain?”
System: “Because your foundation is clean. As long as you don’t have any curses on you, the Sect wouldn’t possibly reject a Gold Spiritual Root.”
Disciples with Gold Spiritual Roots have astonishing talent ceilings. Even if Wuming is older, having an extra combatant means no Sect would truly let him go.
Moreover, Wuming is also good-looking.
Players’ foundations are all very clean.
Cultivators always find ways to see different things. The Shuitan, whose origin is unknown, was still accepted.
Fang Shuiguan, having just returned from Liuxian City, now had to go back.
However, he wasn’t going alone this time.
He had gone to invite his Master.
Fang Shuiguan’s Master is an Elder of the Falling Plum Sect, already at the Early Golden Core Stage.
Upon hearing what Fang Shuiguan was asking for, his Master, Fu Cangshuang, was slightly surprised: “You picked someone up from the roadside, and they’re a Gold Spiritual Root?”
Fang Shuiguan gave a wry smile: “Disciple saw him struggling against Demonic Beasts alone, yet his skills were excellent. My heart softened…”
Fu Cangshuang was not surprised, “You’ve always had such a kind nature.”
Her disciple was good in every way, except his heart was too soft.
Everyone in the Sect, even the Outer Disciples, he treated with kindness.
However, the Falling Plum Sect’s overall atmosphere was quite good.
Fu Cangshuang: “It seems I’ll have to escort him to the Guanhai Sect.”
Even if something were to happen, it would be the Guanhai Sect’s responsibility to investigate.
And when Fu Cangshuang finally met Wuming, she understood why her disciple’s heart had softened.
No wonder, to have grown into such a appearance.
If he hadn’t been brought back by her disciple.
If another cultivator had encountered him, especially one with malicious intent.
His fate likely wouldn’t have been good.
Fu Cangshuang carefully observed Wuming, but for now, she couldn’t discern any issues.
Furthermore, Wuming’s eyes were calm yet resolute, exuding an indescribable righteousness.
It made it difficult to harbor ill feelings towards him.
Fu Cangshuang’s attitude was rather indifferent, she simply looked at Wuming and said, “Follow me.”
With a wave of her hand, Wuming felt a gust of wind, and he found himself seated inside a boat.
This boat was intricately carved and painted, primarily in a deep red, and was quite large, even having separate rooms.
This Flying Magic Treasure was both flashy and practical.
As the boat began to move, its speed was beyond what ordinary magic treasures could match.
Normally, it would take cultivators a full day to reach Liuxian City, or two to three days for farther locations.
But with Fu Cangshuang’s Flying Magic Treasure, they arrived in just a few cups of tea’s time.
Indeed, after reaching the Golden Core Stage, one’s realm and speed were incomparable to the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Upon arriving at Liuxian City, Fu Cangshuang put away her Flying Magic Treasure and landed. However, she did not undergo the inspection that others did when entering the city.
She led Wuming into the city, but Wuming’s face was simply too eye-catching.
As they passed by, almost everyone couldn’t help but stop and look at Wuming.
Even cultivators who were accustomed to seeing all sorts of beauties, and some who even altered their own faces to be exceptionally attractive, rarely encountered someone this handsome.
Honghuang and An Xiu, who were passing by, also saw him.
As if by telepathy, the three of them.
They exchanged a glance and confirmed each other’s identities.
Wuming merely glanced indifferently at Honghuang and An Xiu, and walked away with Fu Cangshuang amidst Honghuang’s shocked gaze.
Honghuang immediately exclaimed, “Holy crap! A New Player? How did they customize that face, it’s like a demon!”
Isn’t that suicidal?
An Xiu also hadn’t expected someone’s face could be customized so beautifully, and for once, he showed some admiration: “As expected, players who joined later have realized the importance of relying on their looks.”
And they dared to appear within the Guanhai Sect’s territory and were brought in. Did this player directly choose the Guanhai Sect?
Not only were they bold, but they also gambled correctly on their looks.
Honghuang was shamelessly jealous: “Why would a man make his face so handsome? We men only need overwhelming combat power.”
An Xiu looked in the direction Honghuang was heading: “The Guanhai Sect might not necessarily accept ordinary disciples based on a good face alone.”
Honghuang paused: “What do you mean?”
An Xiu speculated: “His talent might be higher than ours.”
Honghuang became even more jealous: “Impossible! They just entered the game and already know their talent is high? A blind cat catching a dead mouse. I’ve always looked down on players who rely on their looks to get by. They should have entered with an ugly face and worked hard fighting Demonic Beasts with us, that’s what society deserves!”
An Xiu tutted: “Jealous men are truly terrifying.”
Honghuang: “You say that, aren’t you jealous?”
An Xiu: “I’m not jealous.”
Honghuang, with a rare burst of intelligence, gained the upper hand: “Then you’re not a man.”
An Xiu: “…”
Not only An Xiu, but all the cultivators passing by saw Wuming.
Including Shen Hai’an, who was lingering in Liuxian City.
However, the moment he noticed Wuming, it wasn’t the shock at his face like others.
Instead, in that instant, a scene appeared before his eyes.
It was as if it were a scroll.
In the scene, there was a woman’s bell-like laughter, filled with teasing and playfulness.
Only her voice was heard, not her person.
And another person stood between heaven and earth, holding a sword in one hand.
Blood dripped from the sword, and before him lay a fallen corpse, its face blurred and indistinguishable.
Thunderclouds roiled in the sky, and lightning struck from the dark clouds. The stark white light illuminated his striking yet indifferent eyebrows and eyes.
At this moment, this person’s face overlapped with the Wuming before him.
Shen Hai’an’s pupils contracted.
“What’s wrong?”
Wuming seemed to sense something and turned his head, noticing Shen Hai’an.
For ordinary people, seeing a higher-ranked cultivator and lowering their gaze, not daring to look directly, was normal behavior.
Wuming merely glanced indifferently, swept his gaze past, and unconcernedly followed Fu Cangshuang.
The man beside him noticed Shen Hai’an’s stunned expression.
He immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”
Shen Hai’an murmured, “I saw it. I finally saw this person’s face.”
“What?” The man frowned, “Are you saying it’s the precognitive vision you’ve been seeing all along?”
Shen Hai’an nodded, pointing a finger at Wuming: “It’s him.”
The man instantly looked over.
Deep thought filled his pupils.
Few people knew that Shen Hai’an was a rather special existence in the Blood Prison Sect.
He had connections with the Silver Firmament Sect, whose people were skilled in deducing Heaven’s Will. Some cultivators could uniquely receive Heaven’s favor, knowing things that hadn’t happened yet in advance.
As cultivators grew powerful, they could also use their cultivation to deduce a person’s past and present lives.
But the cost was immense.
If the target of deduction was someone with an extraordinary destiny, they would suffer a severe backlash, and in severe cases, could even lose their lives directly.
Even Great Experts at the Tribulation Stage would not dare to easily divine Heaven’s Will.
It was rumored that Ancestor Youshanliu of the Tianyang Sect perished for a prophecy.
And that prophecy was related to an Outsider from Beyond the Heavens.
