Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills Chapter 187 – The New Emperor’s Fury, the

Chapter 187: Chapter 50: The New Emperor’s Fury, the

Crisis of Xia Country, the Whereabouts of the Husband, Returning North in Winter_3

Pei Xiangyun felt the same way.

She thought about the conversation she had overheard between her brother-in-law and the mysterious doctor.

They had repeatedly mentioned the ordinary world.

Perhaps her brother-in-law was a disciple of a powerful sect.

After all, his background and aptitude were not low.

She was immediately filled with optimism.

“That’s right, sister, didn’t I tell you? My brother-in-law’s identity has always been mysterious, and we couldn’t find any information about him. He might have only been feigning death instead of actually dying. His cultivation is so high; he might be a disciple of a great sect!”

“Hmm.”

Yu Qinghan nodded, thinking that Pei Xiangyun’s theory made sense.

Her husband had never discussed his past in detail.

But he had talked extensively about new and interesting experiences and inventions.

No matter how she looked at it, her husband didn’t seem like an ordinary person.

Perhaps he also had some mission to accomplish.

Just like herself.

With that thought, Yu Qinghan’s mood improved considerably.

It is hope that gives people the motivation to continue living.

Otherwise, they would be no different from walking corpses.

Unknowingly, the snow had grown an inch thick.

Yu Qinghan stepped on the snow and looked at the perfectly positioned Changning Imperial Army, standing as immovable as a mountain range.

A wave of hot blood surged from the bottom of her heart.

It was as if she had returned to the battlefield three years earlier.

“All the floating duckweeds return to the vast sea, and people meet again in life. My Immaculate Buddha Eye tells me that you and him will cross paths again,” said Monk Fu Hu, watching the change in Yu Qinghan’s demeanor, knowing she had regained her spirit.

Having studied under the school of the Buddha of the Future, Monk Fu Huts Immaculate Buddha Eye could perceive future events, hence his statement.

Yu Qinghan, gazing at the falling snow and the dark sky above her with her phoenix-like eyes, murmured softly:

“I hope such a day will come.”

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Nanyu Prefecture, in a grand manor, inside a bedroom.

When thoughts of someone arise, a response must echo back.

Zhao Huai sniffed the fragrant sachet he had sewn himself.

As memories stirred within him, he looked outside the window.

Only the motionless soldiers stationed at the gate were seen. He then took out the golden bronze coin, surprised by its appearance.

“Why?” Zhao Huai couldn’t help but mumble.

At this moment, the divination result brought by the bronze coin had already changed to “fortune.”

This time, he didn’t quite understand the key to the divination.

However, the crisis had been resolved.

But who had resolved the crisis posed by the old fiend of the Netherworld? As the north wind blew south and the southern geese needed to return north, what did this have to do with what he had done?

Zhao Huai didn’t understand, but a purple light burst forth.

This time, the purple light transformed into the illusion of a sage, wielding a sharp sword that pierced his mind. He didn’t know what great destiny this was.

Knock knock.

Just as Zhao Huai was about to check out his new destiny, someone knocked on the door.

He had no choice but to get up and open it.

“Young Master,” said a graceful silver-haired beauty standing at the doorstep.

“It’s you.” If not for her distinctive silver hair, Zhao Huai might have mistaken her for someone else.

The visitor was none other than the late-arriving Yin Nanyu. Zhao Huai shook his head, and seeing this, Yin Nanyu entered the room.

“You managed to find me here.”

With her usual expressionless face, Yin Nanyu explained, “I’ve been in contact with Old Song. That’s how I found out you’d come to Nanyu Prefecture. It seems that Fairy Yue Qing’s heart is still attached to this place.”

Zhao Huai quickly asked, “How is the Fairy doing?”

He still owed a lot to Exquisite Fairy Qiu Yueqing, who had used such an important Teleportation Talisman to save him.

“Don’t worry, Young Master. She’s doing well. The palace master of the Exquisite Palace arrived in time, and the devil cultivator in the Rebirth Realm has been killed,” said Yin Nanyu with a faint smile.

“That’s good.”

As Zhao Huai let out a sigh of relief, Yin Nanyu saw the sachet in his hand.

Her eyes sparkled, her thoughts stirred.

As if she understood something.

“Young Master seems to be unhappy here.”

Zhao Huai gave a wry smile, “Indeed, the feeling of being treated like royalty is hard to get used to.”

“So, Young Master wants to leave?” inquired Yin Nanyu thoughtfully.

Zhao Huai stared at her.

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He was surprised that Yin Nanyu could see through his thoughts so easily.

Indeed, he intended to return to Jinzhou, primarily because he couldn’t bear to leave his wife behind.

Yin Nanyu spoke earnestly, “Now that a great opportunity has presented itself for Yan Country, I’m afraid, Young Master, you won’t be able to leave so easily.” “What opportunity?” Zhao Huai’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he questioned.

Yin Nanyu’s gem-like eyes were solemn as she slowly said:

“Has Young Master heard of the story of the missing princess of Xia Country?”