Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 81: Chapter 79: The Ghostly Shadow of Jinzhou (Seeking More Readers)

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Jinzhou City.

Finally, the first heavy rain of the summer solstice arrived.

In the inner city, the scattered pavilions felt a bit desolate as they looked at each other through the rain. Under the fluttering bead curtains and lanterns, only a fruit vendor wearing a bamboo hat and pushing a cart was returning home alone in the pouring rain.

At the mottled city gate, pedestrians hurried past.

Only a girl in a green skirt and a beautiful mature woman stood out, as they walked slowly, stepping into the city.

The beautiful woman wore a black silk dress, her shoulder-length hair secured by a spider silk hairpin, adorned with a few bells. Her walking posture was graceful and captivating.

What was strange was that the raindrops, as if they had eyes, all seemed to avoid landing on the woman’s skirt.

“Grandma, can we succeed this time?” the girl in the green skirt asked with a frown.

“Hard to say.”

The beautiful woman shook her head with a light laugh.

“Grandma is afraid of the sect disciples causing trouble again?”

The beautiful woman’s eyebrows furrowed and her eyes instantly turned cold:

“If it weren’t for the advantage of the magical weapon, would I be afraid of

Then, as if remembering something, her eyebrows relaxed and she let out a coquettish laugh:

“Blackwind Cave can be destroyed for a while, but not forever. We’ve been hidden for so long, it’s time for us to rise up. As long as we take Jinzhou, the demonic wind will follow. When the time comes, the human sects want to eliminate us, they will have to expend great effort.”

“But why have we failed so many times before? In other states and counties, our infiltration has been very successful, except for Jinzhou, where there has been trouble.”

The girl in the green skirt looked quite puzzled.

The beautiful woman’s face was indifferent, looking at the small alleys of the streets, and said calmly:

“Jinzhou has a hidden expert.”

“The death of Pig Commander’s subordinate is not a big deal, but Hu Xiang’er, who is under my command, has infiltrated several cities without any missteps, only to be caught in Jinzhou. This means that there must be a powerful expert hidden here.”

The beautiful woman’s tone was very serious, clearly still holding a grudge about the failure of the last operation.

Hidden in plain sight, she was even more bothered by those powerful cultivators hiding among the human world than the sects on the surface.

Their strength was often unfathomable, invisible, and able to detect any demonic aura.

“Grandma, will we encounter a powerful human expert this time?” After hearing about Hu Xiang’er’s story, the girl in the green skirt was a bit apprehensive about this so-called human expert.

The mature beautiful woman shook her head: “No need to worry. This time we will not make a big fuss, but lie low for a while. We’ll wait until the human world is in chaos.”

“In chaos?”

“Yes, according to the Demon King, the big Xia Country seems to be unstable.

Perhaps by that time, it will be our chance to turn things around.”

When the beautiful woman said this, her eyes were full of confidence and determination.

She firmly believed that as long as they stayed hidden and waited for the day when chaos would break out, they, the so-called demons in the human language, might not be unable to overturn the human world. “Let’s leave the overall arrangements to the Demon King.”

“For the rest, let’s do our part.”

“Mmhmm.”

The girl in the green skirt smiled and agreed, looking very cute. “The most pressing matter is to find a place to stay.”

Soon, the two arrived at a neighborhood and gently knocked on a door. “It’s so late, we are not doing business anymore.”

An impatient voice came from inside, and the door was opened by a carpenter.

With an impatient look on his face, the carpenter’s eyes widened when he saw the two stunning women standing in front of him. He especially liked the more mature one.

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The beautiful woman wearing the spider hairpin saw the lascivious look on the old man’s face, and a touch of disgust flashed in her eyes. But she still maintained a warm smile and spoke softly:

“Well, my daughter and I are heading south to visit relatives, but we suddenly encountered heavy rain. Could we come in and shelter from the rain?

“Oh, I see…” The carpenter understood and nodded with a smile on his face, almost immediately agreeing.

“Dad, it’s raining! The wind is strong, who is it?” The carpenter’s son in the house saw the door open for so long, shivering from the cold wind, and couldn’t help swearing.He walked up, and just in time to see the lovely girl, he was momentarily stunned.

“Young man, is it okay for you to let us in to avoid the rain?”

The girl in the green skirt had big pleading eyes, making the carpenter’s son so embarrassed that he could only respond with a goofy grin and awkwardly scratch his head.

He had never been called “young master” in his life.

Such a title was reserved for the cultured and wealthy.

“Dad, it’s no big deal, we can’t let them get drenched.”

The carpenter’s son generously waved his hand, directly agreeing to the two people’s request.

“Thank you, young master!”

The girl in the green skirt squinted and smiled.

“It’s cold outside. Come, I’ll close the door for you.”

The carpenter’s son, elated and smug, walked over with great consideration and shut the wooden door.

This cooperative gesture was quite unexpected for both the beautiful woman and the young girl, who exchanged surprised glances.

At the very moment he closed the door,

suddenly there was a hissing sound, as if something had been shot out and stuck in something else, making a soft whining sound from time to time.

The sound of fluid dripping quickly lasted for a few seconds, followed by a “plop” sound, as if two things had fallen to the ground.

“The old man’s taste is so bitter.”

“Giggling, this young lad isn’t bad.”

When Zhao Huai finished soaking in the hot spring and came out of the cave, it was actually raining outside.

The continuous drizzle kept falling without stopping.

Fortunately, he was a cultivator, so he wasn’t slowed down or bothered by the cold raindrops.

It took half an hour to get home, with him pulling his wife along and surrounding them with True Vigor to keep the rain away.

There were hardly any roadside stalls left, and from time to time people hurried by on the street, the raindrops hitting the sign of Huai’s pawnshop, making a ticking sound.

“Finally home.”

Zhao Huai stood at the entrance of the shop, occasionally emitting hot air from his body, which was the heat of True Vigor evaporating the rainwater.

Using the same method, Yu Qinghan went into the bedroom, changed into a set of dry clothes, and came out saying,

“We’ve been playing for a whole day, you must be hungry, it’s time to cook.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

Zhao Huai smiled warmly.

He sat at the entrance of the counter, legs crossed, watching the raindrops slide down from the sky, feeling inexplicably relaxed.

The world outside was chaotic, but it had nothing to do with him.

Life was small and couldn’t accommodate much, but it was enough for an ordinary person.

In the midst of the turmoil in the Xia Country, they still led a peaceful life, with each day passing like flowing water, witnessing the mundane world.

As Zhao Huai was lost in thought, a knock at the door interrupted him.

The door wasn’t locked, but there was a man standing at the entrance who deliberately knocked on the door to attract attention.

“May I ask who you are?”

Zhao Huai frowned, “The pawnshop is closed today, it says so on the sign.” “I’m not here to sell anything; I’m here for something else.”

Standing at the door was a man with a resolute face, wearing a green martial arts robe, flowing cloud boots, a jade belt with a tiger’s head, and a chest embroidered with a mythical beast.

Zhao Huai slowly stood up, patted his sleeves, and asked suspiciously, “Where are you from?”

“From the capital city.”

The resolute man showed no change in expression as he took out a token with the word “pass” written on it.