Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Turning Misfortune into Blessings, The Divine Destiny

At this moment, Zhao Huai was on his way back to the shop.

After a whole afternoon, the search finally ended, and the shops on the street had reopened.

Zhao Huai looked at the words that appeared before him.

[Turn adversity into good fortune, change disaster into blessings, and prosper in destiny.]

It meant that the marriage he had just agreed to somehow triggered the ability to turn disaster into blessings, so he would receive even better rewards.

That's why he got the purple light.

Zhao Huai carefully examined it.

[Heavenly Heart Wisdom Eyes (Lower Grade of Heavenly level)]: The powerful destiny grants you extraordinary comprehension talent. Whether it's Divine Skills, magic, mental techniques, or cultivation techniques, you can master them just by looking.

When he saw this purple Heavenly-grade destiny, Zhao Huai was completely stunned.

In just one day, he had received several destinies, especially the Earth-grade [Lucky Strike], which he thought was more than enough. However, he didn't expect such an unexpected surprise!

Bright, deep purple light filled his mind, looking extremely dignified and elegant.

[Would you like to absorb it?]

As long as he absorbed this destiny, he could quickly master any cultivation technique and become proficient in it.

Zhao Huai's mood was undoubtedly very excited.

"Let's absorb it right away."

As soon as Zhao Huai finished speaking, the purple light burst forth.

A warm, scorching sensation surged up, enveloping his entire body.

Unconsciously, Zhao Huai felt that many of the problems he encountered while practicing swordsmanship, boxing, and other techniques were easily resolved, and the forgotten contents of those techniques were remembered, never to be forgotten again.

This feeling was like eating a memory bread.

The difference was that in addition to the original knowledge, there was a great extension, as if it would automatically think.

This was a huge boost to the understanding of the martial path, a real qualitative leap.

Zhao Huai couldn't help but mutter: "This [Heavenly Heart Wisdom Eyes] is really worthy of being a Heavenly-grade destiny, it's so powerful. I feel that the swordsmanship I learned a year ago is like a three-legged cat's skill, the same as a roadside stall technique, extremely simple and easy to understand. It only took me half a year to learn it before, but now that I've just studied it a little, I've already understood it thoroughly."

"The value of a Heavenly-grade destiny!"

Zhao Huai would have preferred a few more destinies like this.

Unfortunately, such a destiny was extremely difficult to obtain, and this time it was only because he had triggered the "Turn Misfortune into Blessings" effect, which granted him an enhanced chance, otherwise it would have been impossible to obtain.

Somewhere deep down, Zhao Huai felt that the destiny he had obtained was somehow related to the prophecy he had made.

But for now, he couldn't figure out the pattern.

In a short while, he passed through the broad and narrow alley, walked down Yangcheng Street, and returned to Huai's pawnshop.

Arriving at the back door, he took out the key and aimed it at the lockhole.

Just about to insert it, his hand stopped at the entrance, suspended in mid-air.

Because he spotted something unusual.

When he locked the door as he left, a wisp of lime powder fell on the doorstep.

Why was it gone now?

Zhao Huai's eyes turned, he put away the key, squatted down, and examined the carpet under his feet.

He gently lifted a corner to check the situation below.

On the floor covered with lime powder, there were four large footprints.

Somebody had been here.

Zhao Huai's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an extremely dangerous look.

Four footprints, two people.

Someone was targeting him.

Based on the skill required to enter the door, they were not ordinary people. Could it be someone sent by the Imperial Court?

But that was impossible. He had never experienced such treatment in the three years he could recall.

No matter what, today's sword might be stained with blood.

Zhao Huai covered the carpet at the entrance, his body leaped like a dragonfly skimming the water and stepped on the railing outside the house, performing his lightness skill to fly to the roof.

Finally, he landed on a tile, making no noise throughout the entire process.

He went to the corner of the eaves and pulled up a hidden thin rope from the gravel, pulled it hard, and a window large enough for a person to pass through appeared in the seamless roof.

This was originally his escape route, but he never thought that one day he would enter his house through it.Zhao Huai entered through the window by himself, landing smoothly and silently.

Before his eyes was his bedroom.

Inside, there was no light - it was very dark.

Zhao Huai's gaze was sharp as he searched for the two people's silhouettes.

His cultivation had reached the ninth stage of refining qi, and his flesh body had been tempered to its current peak. With every breath, he could exquisitely control even his footsteps.

If he wanted, he could move without making a sound.

Zhao Huai was like a ghost walking in the dark, making no noise as he moved.

Huai's pawnshop was located on the east side of the busy streets, with three floors in total. The first floor was the pawnshop's facade, the second floor was a warehouse and storage area, and the third floor was the living quarters - the bedrooms. Decorating it had cost him six hundred ingots of gold.

Zhao Huai knew that the best hiding place was the warehouse.

A sharp Treasured Sword appeared from the black ring, and with the sword in hand, Zhao Huai emotionlessly made his way to the warehouse.

"Did you hear any movement?"

"No, the search has been over for so long now. He should have returned by now."

"That this kid can chat with that person so happily is enough to prove his importance. We must capture him and take him back."

"This mission is too important; we can't afford any leaks or screw-ups."

From within the warehouse came the voices of the two men talking.

The two masked men crouched on the roof beams, looking straight down, still waiting for the target to appear.

Suddenly, a flash of white light streaked by in front of them.

"Clang!"

The two men couldn't even see what it was; they only felt a chill running up their spine.

An extremely fast sword strike had blinded the two masked men for an instant.

One man's chest had been pierced, and his heart shattered by the sword's True Qi. With burning hot blood gushing out, the other masked man only then realized what had happened and frantically tried to counterattack.

A Shadow appeared in mid-air, striking down with a palm, and the powerful force directly knocked him down.

With a "thud," he fell from the roof beam.

One of them had already lost any sign of life. The other black-clothed man looked up in fear, trying to make out the face of the person who had come.

The strength of these two men was far from weak; today, they had met such a ruthless character!

With a "ding," a beautiful Treasured Sword fell from the sky, nailing the man's palm to the ground, leaving him unable to get up.

Zhao Huai pressed down on the sword, towering over him, and coldly asked:

"Speak! Who sent you here?"

He had already sensed the two men's presence outside the house.

The cultivations of these two assassins had actually reached the third stage of refining qi, which was quite rare.

That's why he had held back on that palm strike, not killing the other party, but intending to question the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Damn! I didn't expect to miscalculate!"

"You're actually a hidden cultivator."

The black-clothed man nailed to the ground had a resentful look in his eyes.

"Answer my question!"

Zhao Huai exerted more force on the sword, his gaze ice-cold.

"Ah!"

The black-clothed man screamed, gritted his teeth, and coldly laughed:

"You wish!"

He then closed his mouth, his eyes resolute.

"Not good!"

By the time Zhao Huai realized it, it was already too late.

Black blood flowed from the black-clothed man's mouth.

This black-clothed man had already taken poison to commit suicide.

Zhao Huai looked at the two corpses and the bloodstains on the ground, his face unspeakably gloomy.

He bent down and searched the two men's clothes.

From the first black-clothed man, he found a token.

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