King Qi Ming abruptly flicked his sleeve and turned back, "Young lady?" He doubted Xue Zhen's ability to observe celestial phenomena and divine.
The one leading the army was clearly that traitor Tuoba Yan, how could it be a young lady?
Xue Zhen saw that it wasn't, but after repeating it three times, he cupped his hands and said with a decisive tone:
"The origin of it all is because of an eighteen-year-old young lady. This young lady has the aura of a king."
King Qi Ming was astonished. If he were lying, there would be no need to be so wildly incorrect. He had already said it was Tuoba Yan, and they had even met.
"Truly?"
"Indeed. This young lady is born with good fortune and the destiny of a royal escort. Moreover, she possesses the constellation of a celestial star. Only such a person would have the courage to oppose Your Highness."
After Xue Zhen finished speaking, he paced back and forth in the hall.
King Qi Ming placed his hands behind his back and suddenly remembered something, "Can you divine Tuoba Yan's fate?"
Xue Zhen shook his head, "This person is capricious and constantly changing. I, even if I divine the present, cannot predict his future. I only know he is connected to this young lady, and this young lady's influence far surpasses Tuoba Yan's."
King Qi Ming slapped his forehead. If that were the case, wouldn't everything be in chaos?
"Then tell me about that young lady." King Qi Ming walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, his steps intricate, like the tangled mess in his heart.
Xue Zhen cupped his hands, "Your humble servant will use his arts to divine."
He lifted the front of his white robe, sat on the table, and pushed the teacup towards the edge, clearing a space. He took out a tortoise shell from his sleeve.
He dropped three copper coins into it, shook it, and the three coins scattered with a clinking sound.
Upon seeing this, Xue Zhen's expression became unpredictable. A sharp pain struck his chest, making him feel a coppery taste in his mouth. He swallowed a mouthful of blood with great effort to maintain his composure.
However, a trace of it still lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing his grim expression, King Qi Ming quickly descended from his high seat to check, "How is it?"
Xue Zhen wiped the blood from his mouth and glanced at the red drop that had accidentally landed on the front of his robe.
It was so conspicuous on the white fabric.
"Your Highness, this woman is extraordinary. She is surrounded by many masters. If she were to gather forces in the central plains in the future, it would be greatly detrimental to Your Highness."
Cough, cough!
Xue Zhen coughed twice. At this moment, he regretted his recklessness.
He had thought she was just an ordinary person, someone he could easily divine to find out more. Yet, with just one glance, he had been injured in his heart meridian by a powerful shock.
What kind of master was accompanying this eighteen-year-old girl?
When he divined her, her image had just appeared within his spiritual consciousness. She was an extremely ordinary girl with no impurities in her eyes.
The only distinguishing feature was a cinnabar mole beneath her left eyelid.
Such a mole is a tear mole in physiognomy, also known as a tragic love mole. A girl with such a mole is naturally bound by tragedy. If she could overcome the emotional trials, she would be truly invincible for a woman.
Yet, Xue Zhen had been severely injured with just one glance.
"Oh? Is that so?" King Qi Ming did not pay attention to the blood at Xue Zhen's mouth. He stroked his chin thoughtfully,
"If I could recruit her, wouldn't that be splendid?"
Xue Zhen frowned, then quickly relaxed. He knew that King Qi Ming would not be able to recruit that young lady.
When she appeared in his spiritual consciousness, she was enveloped in a layer of purple mist. Although her eyes were innocent, they revealed an ingrained resolve that she would forge her own path.
Xue Zhen had never seen such pure eyes exist in this world of war and widespread suffering. The purest are the true sages in these chaotic times.
"Hahaha, Xue Zhen, you are truly my wise assistant." King Qi Ming patted Xue Zhen's shoulders with both hands,
"With your skills, can you divine where she is and what she looks like? Your Highness wants a portrait tomorrow."
Xue Zhen's pupils contracted, "Your Highness, recruiting this person will bring disaster, not fortune."
"Then destroy her. It's better than her falling into the hands of others."
As soon as King Qi Ming said this, Xue Zhen cupped his hands and took his leave.
As soon as Xue Zhen returned to his residence, he hurried to his bed and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing. He couldn't understand that there were still cultivators in this world, and their level was extraordinary. With a twist of his mind, it seemed to connect to his spiritual consciousness, and suddenly, he saw a figure resembling a beggar in his spiritual consciousness.
He had his hands behind his back, chuckling, his gaze sharp as a sword, "Little brat, you have quite the nerve."
Xue Zhen's body froze in fear.
This was not an illusion, nor was it a real person, but a wisp of a soul from an old woman. She had instantly captured his divine sense.
Such a powerful aura pressed down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
How could he dare to offend someone of such cultivation?
"Your junior is untalented and acted on behalf of another. I beg for your forgiveness for any offense..."