The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 648 - 156 Disaster and Hope

Having obtained the words Lin Yun wrote with his own blood, Zhen Li began to "work her magic."

Her eyes instantly shone like stars as she gazed at the words written by Lin Yun, attempting to glimpse into the threads of his destiny, both his fortune and misfortune, and his potential for disaster and auspice.

This time, what she saw was not just mist, but a sky-full of floodwaters, the dazzling sun above, and the moon hanging alongside it.

The vision abruptly ceased there, and Zhen Li’s head felt as though it was suddenly pricked by a needle. The sudden intense pain made her involuntarily grunt and fall, yet she landed in a broad and secure embrace.

Lin Yun caught her, which made Zhen Li feel that this divination hadn’t been such a loss after all.

"Are you okay?"

Hearing Lin Yun’s concerned words, Zhen Li, who was only suffering from a slight headache, deliberately feigned distress, saying, "I feel a bit dizzy."

Is this what lying feels like? It’s quite thrilling.

Zhen Li’s heartbeat quickened significantly. She was now very flustered, worried that Lin Yun would see through her lie and she would be utterly mortified. On the other hand, she was basking in the warmth of Lin Yun’s protective care; her head did feel somewhat light, so it wasn’t entirely a lie.

"Sit down for a while."

Lin Yun hadn’t expected the little Daoist nun to turn mischievous and learn to lie, attributing her condition to a rebound from divination.

Isn’t that normal? As a child of fortune, how could I be so easily divined by anyone?

He supported Zhen Li to a shady spot. He had been thinking of giving her some Spiritual Liquid as part of the usual protocol, but then he decided against it—it wasn’t an emergency, so there was no need to use that method.

He still had the Electrotherapy Technique!

Before Zhen Li had time to react, Lin Yun struck with a bolt of Golden Thunderbolt. In an instant, Zhen Li’s body jolted, and the electric sensation traveled from head to toe, leaving her tingling all over.

What had initially been a pretense of weakness became true helplessness as she slumped into Lin Yun’s arms.

But after being zapped, she felt wonderfully comfortable.

"What strange spell is this?"

Zhen Li, having recovered, asked with curiosity.

"I call this technique electrotherapy. Are you feeling better now?"

Zhen Li’s face was burning up, and she gently extracted herself from Lin Yun’s embrace, whispering, "Yes, much better."

Being naturally shy, she couldn’t take things too far, otherwise, Lin Yun could test whether he really was imperturbable.

At least, right now, he felt no desire whatsoever.

Is it because the little Daoist nun is dressed too properly?

What if she wore something a bit more provocative?

While Lin Yun’s mind swirled with mischievous ideas, his exterior remained the epitome of decency as he said to Zhen Li with care, "You should rest for today. This place will be finished today, and we won’t need your help anymore."

Zhen Li had volunteered to help out of pure goodwill, knowing that Lin Yun was building a dam and also realizing that it was she who had broken Lin Yun’s seal, inadvertently releasing the Qing Shui. She felt quite guilty and wanted to do something to help, so Lin Yun let her come over to move bricks.

Her Cultivation Level was low, and she wasn’t very efficient at moving bricks—it didn’t make much difference whether she was there or not.

Lin Yun looked after her, allowing her to sleep for eight hours a day, much to the envy and tears of Bai Jiaojiao and Gao Qing.

But Zhen Li herself wasn’t willing to rest. She quickly said, "I’m fine, and besides, I did calculate something just now."

"Oh?"

Lin Yun hadn’t been particularly interested in the divination result; he didn’t believe Zhen Li could have divined anything significant. Now hearing that she had made some discovery, he grew curious as well.

"What did you calculate?"

"Floods, the sun, the moon."

Lin Yun looked at Zhen Li, slightly puzzled, "That’s it? Nothing else?"

Zhen Li nodded.

Lin Yun: "..."

So, aren’t you just divining loneliness?

Seeing Lin Yun’s expression, Zhen Li knew what he must be thinking, and quickly explained, "Divination of fate usually takes on symbolic meanings rather than specific events that will occur. Hence, it requires interpretation."

This was also a way for diviners to protect themselves. The future could not be rashly spied upon, so diviners often didn’t see details but rather a foggy picture, later to be contemplated and understood.

By using this method, they could minimize the backlash of probing into fate. Seeing specific images as Zhen Li did was already quite dangerous.

Lin Yun came to realize this; not knowing about such things himself, he didn’t know how to interpret them and simply looked to Zhen Li.

Floods, the sun, the moon—how do you interpret that?

Zhen Li herself was also a bit confused. Her previous divinations were not like this, so specific and yet abstract.

Specific because she saw a continuous narrative rather than fragmented scenes, and abstract because she couldn’t glean any insight from the images, only these three key pieces of information. She didn’t know what they portended.

Lin Yun was watching her intently, and Zhen Li didn’t want to fail at this crucial moment. She took a deep breath, recalling the visions she saw in her mind and trying to interpret them.

"Floods symbolize disaster; the sun and the moon represent light. Encountering disaster when both the sun and moon emerge indicates that misfortune will transform into auspice, and calamities into blessings,"

Zhen Li gave such an explanation and finally sighed with relief, which indicated that Lin Yun would truly be free from danger.

Upon hearing her interpretation, Lin Yun became contemplative.

If there was a vision of disaster, then there must be some trouble, albeit a good outcome in the end. Still, he needed to be prepared.

"Thank you for your efforts."

Lin Yun first expressed his gratitude to Zhen Li, who replied shyly, "It wasn’t that hard."

"You should go rest up, I have to prepare to deal with that Divine Spirit."

Hearing Lin Yun usher her out, Zhen Li felt a bit disappointed but obediently said, "Be careful."

As time approached noon, the appointed hour for the wager with Qian Qian drew nearer and nearer.

Lin Yun had everyone stop digging and leave the dam, Bai Jiaojiao wanted to stay with Lin Yun to face the challenge together, but ultimately compromised under Lin Yun’s resolute gaze.

After sending everyone away, Lin Yun made his way to the top of the dam and jumped down decisively.

To fight Divine Power with Divine Power, the Qing Shui beneath the dam was Lin Yun’s best weapon.

However, this weapon was a double-edged sword, likely to harm himself before harming others. But with Zhen Li’s Jade Ruyi, Lin Yun at least had a life-saving measure, and given that the divination by Zhen Li was a good one, Lin Yun felt this round was almost in the bag.

But as cautious as he was, he was not after something that was just about okay.

He hung a rope around his body and, on his way down, tied the other end to a sturdy rock atop the dam, so he’d have a backup if he was about to drown when he hit the water below.

As for not letting Bai Jiaojiao and the others stay, it was to avoid involving more people.

They wouldn’t be of much use if they stayed, better to dismiss them first.

Soon, Lin Yun reached the edge of the Qing Shui, which had risen since he first saw it. Now the water level had reached the very bottom of the dam he had constructed, and to Lin Yun’s relief, the water had not corroded the dam.

That meant the water still followed some natural laws; though it couldn’t be electrolyzed or burned dry, it was still confined within the dam.

This was good news; it meant that all the effort Lin Yun had put in over this period was not wasted.

If after all his hard work, the Qing Shui came out and destroyed the dam, it would be embarrassing for him.

The moment was almost upon him, Lin Yun oepned his mouth and chanted softly, "Thousand Hands and Eyes, boundless magical power..."

What were the rest of the lines again?

Never mind, the essence of humanity is to repeat; if one doesn’t know the rest, just keep reciting what one knows.

As Lin Yun chanted, a gentle breeze blew by.

Lin Yun knew that Qian Qian had arrived.

The dam he had constructed was a hundred feet tall and surrounded on all sides; there couldn’t possibly be any wind at the very bottom. A sudden gust meant only one thing: the Thousand Hands and Eyes God had come.

Just as Lin Yun predicted, Qian Qian indeed had arrived.

Lin Yun’s dense prayers had forcefully awakened her from her slumber and projected her here. As soon as she arrived, she sensed something off, but couldn’t tell what it was.

Seeing Lin Yun’s odd attire, Qian Qian grew even more uneasy.

They had agreed on a hundred believers, and she saw none. Something was amiss—time to retreat!

Before she could slip away, Lin Yun said, "Now that you’re here, why not show yourself before leaving?"

Qian Qian’s face fell with shock; she hadn’t made her presence visible, so how could Lin Yun have seen her?

Lin Yun was purely guessing afterward.

He knew his behavior was strange and that the Thousand Hands and Eyes God was somewhat cowardly. If she sensed something amiss, she might silently slip away.

But if he deliberately called out, and Qian Qian ran off, that would be quite embarrassing for her. The God was timid yet cared about face, and Lin Yun’s tactic was right on the mark.

Thinking Lin Yun had seen her, Qian Qian no longer bothered hiding and simply appeared in midair, floating aloft.

Her entrance was undeniably cool, and Lin Yun was taken aback upon seeing her.

Such a beautiful God...

Qian Qian’s beauty surpassed Lin Yun’s expectations; he had imagined the Thousand Hands and Eyes God to be a monster covered in eyes and tails, not a beauty!

Fortunately, Lin Yun had seen many beauties and wasn’t dazzled by her looks.

On top of that, he had to counter-charm.

"Qian Qian? Is that you?"

The Thousand Hands and Eyes God had not expected Lin Yun to call her by her name like this. Now that she heard it, it felt really weird.

Mainly because of the bet they had made earlier, their relationship had rapidly deteriorated. Now, Lin Yun was calling her so affectionately, which made Qian Qian feel quite uneasy.

"Mortal, where are the believers you promised?"

Qian Qian changed the subject bluntly, adopting a stance ready to settle scores, which helped to ease the odd feeling.

"Currently, there are none."

Lin Yun’s reply was just as straightforward.

Qian Qian was left speechless; she had thought Lin Yun quite capable of securing a hundred believers for her in three days. She had even braced herself to throw a tantrum. But now, Lin Yun was telling her there were none?

Was he playing with her?

Qian Qian looked displeased, her aura commanding as she said, "Then are you ready to accept your punishment?"

As her words fell, clouds gathered in the sky, covering the clear expanse.

Lin Yun couldn’t help but praise, "Just a thought can muster such presence, is this the power of a God?"

Qian Qian: "..."

Those clouds weren’t summoned by me...