I Have A Sword-Chapter 1679: Lets Go Home

Wholesome books for sale?

Hearing the voice blaring from the small loudspeaker on the pushcart, the street vendors nearby all turned to look at the stunning woman pushing it, their expressions turning strange.

They all knew...the books this beautiful woman sold were anything but wholesome. In fact, they weren't exactly wholesome.

"Sister Zhen!"

At that moment, a woman running a fortune-telling stall suddenly stood up and ran over to the beautiful woman. She eagerly helped push the cart and greeted her with a grin, "You're here!"

The beautiful woman was none other than Cizhen. She gave a soft smile. "Mm."

The fortune teller helped her push the cart to the side, then leaned in and whispered, "Sister Zhen, is the latest chapter spicy enough?"

Cizhen nodded solemnly. "Very."

The fortune-teller's eyes lit up immediately. "Good! Nowadays, all those writers are so restrained that they won't even write anything below the neck! So boring! Do they think we can't afford to read it? Who wants to read wholesome books, anyway?!"

Cizhen covered her mouth and smiled. "This book will definitely satisfy you."

She slyly pulled a book out from a hidden compartment in the pushcart and handed it over to the fortune teller.

The fortune teller quickly took it, flipped it open, and her face flushed bright red. She leaned in closer and whispered, "Sister Zhen... there are even illustrations in here. Did you draw them? T-t-this is so lewd!"

Cizhen leaned closer too, whispering, "Do you like it?"

The fortune teller nodded furiously. "It looks real! It's thrilling!"

The fortune teller flipped to one of the drawings and pointed. "Sister Zhen... this pose... is just too shameful."

Cizhen gently patted her hand. "Read it at home, there are too many people here."

The fortune teller nodded quickly. "Okay! I'll read it after work."

She carefully tucked the scroll into her robe.

The fortune teller looked to be about seventeen or eighteen. Even though she was wearing a Daoist robe, her great figure was still visible, and her hair was tied in a proper Daoist bun; she looked totally serious and proper.

Her stall was right next to Cizhen's cart. She sat down beside her and said, "Sister Zhen, want me to tell your fortune? I won't charge you."

Cizhen smiled and shook her head.

The fortune teller insisted earnestly, "I'm really accurate... Listen, last time I went on a trip to Mount Fanjing and met this shabby old Daoist. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days, so I gave him some food.

"Then, he gave me this scroll called The Way of Fate Divination and told me to study it well. He said I was born to be a fortune teller and would become a great divine seer—oops, I mean, a great Destiny Master... I don't know what that is, but it sounds amazing!"

Cizhen just smiled quietly and didn't say anything.

The girl was used to her silence and kept chatting. "At first, I didn't believe it. But then I got bored and studied a bit. After just a day of learning, I decided to try predicting when my dad would die, you know, the one who ditched my mom and me for a mistress. I calculated, and it turns out that he would live until he's eighty-four! That's ridiculous! So I wondered... could I change his fate?"

She leaned in, her voice dropping. "So I adjusted his fate to die at 48. And then... boom. Two days ago was his 48th birthday. That day, he got hit by a car and became a meat crayon."

Cizhen wasn't shocked and simply nodded. "Mmhm."

The fortune teller whispered, "When he was alive, I wanted him dead. But now that he's gone, I feel... kinda empty inside. So I tried to reverse it, see if I could restore his destiny."

Cizhen turned to look at her. "Did it work?"

The girl frowned. "I did reverse it, but... he didn't come back to life. I asked my master, and he said that reversing life and death is something only two people in this world can do. One is a lady in a plain skirt. The other... is him."

Cizhen nodded again, silent.

The girl added, "I asked him which one is stronger, the guy or the lady in a plain skirt. He said it's a toss-up. But... I think my master's scared of that lady in a plain skirt. As soon as he said it, he ducked into the main hall muttering weird things like, 'I'm joking; that was a joke...'"

Cizhen nodded. "Mmhm."

The girl sighed. "Sister Zhen, I've been feeling conflicted. My dad was abusive, so logically, I should be happy that he's dead. But why do I still feel... a little lost?"

Cizhen said, "Maybe because his death was too easy. It didn't feel satisfying."

The girl blinked and thought about it before saying, "...Maybe."

After a while, she shook her head to dismiss the thoughts and brightened up. "Sister Zhen, weren't you waiting for someone? Let me do a reading for you!"

Seeing her excited face, Cizhen didn't refuse and smiled gently. "Alright."

The girl quickly pulled out three copper coins, muttered a few incantations, and tossed them on the ground. After a moment of scrutiny, she clapped her hands. "Wow! Sister Zhen, the person you've been waiting for is coming!"

Cizhen smiled. "Really?"

The girl nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes! Hmm... they're very strange."

She squinted seriously. "Sister Zhen, their destiny is incredibly strong! I've never seen a destiny this tough. It's beyond that of kings and emperors. It's what they call... an Immortal Destiny. no, wait—it's flawed. It's not truly immortal. No, I get it! It used to be immortal, but it's not anymore.

"Before, he had some kind of mysterious destiny blessing him, making him invincible. But now? It's gone. Hehehe..."

She got more and more excited. "This guy's insane! I can't even calculate his death! Only my master can handle this!"

Cizhen watched her excitement with a smile and gently patted her head.

The girl was still thrilled. "This fate is ridiculous. Maybe only my master could predict his death."

Cizhen smiled. "It's fine to read fate but reading someone's death fate brings karma. That's not good for you."

The girl nodded. "Mhm, I know, Sister Zhen. I don't kill innocent people. I only calculate death for evil ones. Good people, I'll help them defy fate and get rewarded."

Cizhen nodded again. "Mmhm."

The girl went on, saying, "Sister Zhen, the person you're waiting for... his fate is so strong that not even a nuclear bomb could kill him! If we could replicate it... I gotta ask my master!"

She began packing up, and the sight made Cizhen laugh. "Shuming, slow down..."

Shuming finished packing and said, "Sister Zhen, I'm going to look for my master. Call me if you need anything!"

And with that, she sprinted away and vanished.

Cizhen chuckled and shook her head. Then, she went back to selling her books. She clearly had a dedicated fanbase, as women arrived one after another to buy her books. And they were bold! As soon as they got the books, they started discussing them out loud, and their words were pretty bold.

There were also some men watching Cizhen from afar. Her beauty naturally drew attention. However, no one dared to flirt with her, as she once blasted away someone as if they were a mere chicken.

Soon, her books were sold out. She packed up and pushed her cart off the overpass, heading home.

After she started heading home, she passed by a man standing on the roadside. He wore a sharp suit and was tall and handsome. The most eye-catching was the world-limited edition luxury sports car parked beside him.

Several young women stopped and stared at him, making their intentions very obvious...

Clearly, if the man so much as crooked his finger, any one of them would jump in his car without hesitation.

However, the man's gaze never left Cizhen and her cart. As she approached, he stepped forward with a flower in hand and politely said, "Miss Cizhen, my surname is Ye..."

He heard that this woman had lost her memory and was waiting here for someone surnamed Ye. He happened to be surnamed Ye. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Cizhen stopped and looked at him. Seeing that she didn't immediately attack him, the man was ecstatic and added, "Miss Cizhen, I'm the one you've been waiting for!"

Suddenly, Cizhen raised her hand and—

Slap!

Out of nowhere, the man and his car were blasted away, landing squarely in front of a robed man.

The man groaned, muttering, "My surname really is Ye..."

The man in black robes looked down at him and walked toward Cizhen.

The man on the floor quickly grabbed the robed figure's leg. "Brother, don't go! That woman's crazy! She hits everyone, even the ones surnamed Ye!"

Ye Guan looked at him, clapped, and said, "Nice hit. Beautifully done!"

The man was dumbfounded.

Ye Guan walked up to Cizhen. As he got closer, his vision blurred with emotion. Under everyone's eyes, he finally stopped in front of her.

Cizhen was also looking at him.

Looking at her, Ye Guan felt a thousand emotions in his heart. He had a lot to say, but he only managed to say one thing. "Sister Zhen... long time no see."

Cizhen looked at him. "Do we know each other?"

Ye Guan wasn't surprised. He knew she had lost her memory. He smiled. "Let's get to know each other again. My name is Ye Guan."

Cizhen blinked. "Surnamed Ye?"

Ye Guan nodded. "Mmhm."

Cizhen looked at him. "I've been waiting for someone surnamed Ye. Is that you?"

"Yes."

Cizhen nodded. "Then let's go home."

She let go of her cart, took Ye Guan's hand, and walked away into the distance.