Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 386 - 328: Land Where Dreams Shatter

"I want to ask about my opportunities."

An Other Shore Cultivator bowed their head and entered a mud house, which inside was a spacious room, dimly lit, and empty, essentially walls without anything else.

There was only one table placed at the very back, and behind it sat a Cultivator from the Celestial Secret Tower.

The Other Shore Cultivator sat down and quickly stated their inquiry before the opposite party could ask.

The Celestial Secret Tower Cultivator looked up at the newcomer, seeing red light flickering before their eyes, not dazzling, but gently shimmering.

"I can’t see your opportunities, but you have a disaster of bloody calamity."

Despite being in the Other Shore Realm, the cultivator was not discouraged, furrowing their brow and reluctantly asking again.

"Then help me see if there’s any kind of fortune or something."

The Celestial Secret Tower cultivator wore an expression both sympathetic and helpless, truthfully such cultivators were the most numerous in Zhaodong City.

There were always those who felt exceptionally blessed, with unparalleled opportunities and deep fortune, but too few could accept their mediocrity.

Hence, their business thrived, unwittingly supporting a group of cultivators from the Celestial Secret Tower.

But occasionally, there were exceptions.

The Celestial Secret Tower cultivator sighed sympathetically towards the person, thinking it best to just provide some simple comfort.

"I can’t see your fortune either, but I do see you have a disaster of bloody calamity, forget it, just give a Heart of Heaven Fruit."

The Other Shore Cultivator took a deep breath, still immersed in the shattering of their fantasy, and after hearing the words, they snapped back to reality with an ugly expression.

"No opportunities, no fortune, nothing was seen, what do I give you, a hair?"

"Which is why I said you have a bloody calamity today."

The Celestial Secret Tower cultivator slowly stood up, shook his head, and sighed.

This was the occasional scenario that happened, where some cultivators’ fantasies were shattered, and they thought of defaulting, utterly devoid of business ethics.

The most significant part was that they were entirely self-righteous.

Before long, a figure flew out of the mud house, spitting blood, landing not far from Han Yu and Ji Wushi’s feet.

"Anyone below the Divine Gaze Realm is not allowed into the Celestial Secret Tower, just to avoid encounters with people like this."

Ji Wushi pointed to the cultivator foaming at the mouth to explain.

Han Yu looked up the street, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.

Because in the time it took to speak, another person was thrown out from another mud house.

"Actually, this isn’t bad. The most feared is when they seek their own demise, only to blame the inaccurate divination in the end." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

As Ji Wushi spoke, a group of three to five young cultivators walked out excitedly.

One of the cultivators had a flushed face, appearing quite thrilled.

"The Celestial Secret Tower said I have nothing else but resilience, and living comfortably up to two hundred years isn’t a problem. I won’t care about anyone’s face anymore."

Seeing Han Yu and Ji Wushi still watching him as he spoke, he puffed up his chest and coldly snorted as he walked by.

Ji Wushi’s face darkened. In his view, this young cultivator’s Omen Star was already starting to light up.

But since Han Yu didn’t care, he didn’t dare approach and teach them a lesson, only able to mockingly point at the departing cultivator’s back.

"Tough luck is usually the worst evaluation from the Celestial Secret Tower, in other words, a cursed life, nothing special besides just being alive."

Yet there would always be some who took it to heart, despite it meaning nothing but prolonged misery. Even if resilient, under constant self-endangerment, death would still be inevitable.

Han Yu couldn’t help but chuckle at the coming and going cultivators, finding that in this context, the place was relatively interesting.

Way more fun than other state cities.

Interesting?

Ji Wushi, hearing Han Yu’s words, couldn’t help but secretly grind his teeth; only someone like him would find this place interesting.

Among the small cultivators who came here, how many left smiling besides those foolish ones from earlier?

This place in the Cultivator Realm was humorously known as where dreams come to end.

People who thought they were destined for greatness or remarkable along the path of cultivation would come here, spend the price of spirit medicine, just to have a cultivator from the Celestial Secret Tower tell them none of it was in their fate, sending them back dejectedly.

"Can you really see if others will have opportunities?"

Han Yu asked curiously; even Elder Ling as a practitioner of the Divination Path seemed incapable of such.

Ji Wushi hesitated as if struggling with something hard to disclose.

"That...I don’t know if the sect allows it to be said."

Han Yu shot him a glance, reminding him, "Wake up, you’re no longer with the Celestial Secret Tower, what sect are you talking about?"

Ji Wushi pondered and agreed, finally speaking hesitantly.

Although it was not entirely secret, it did touch upon some mysteries of the Divination Path.

"We can see if a person has Qi Fortune."

This single sentence made Han Yu’s eyes light up.

The ability to see Qi Fortune!

Accumulated over time, how many Qi Fortune Cultivators had the Celestial Secret Tower seen?

Whether or not the Celestial Secret Tower held any insights into those Qi Fortune Cultivators, if so...

"We evaluate a person’s opportunities by first seeing if they have Qi Fortune; with it, we can surmise the direction of opportunities. Conversely, a person without Qi Fortune would be lucky not to be down on their luck, let alone have any opportunities..."

Ji Wushi stopped speaking as he realized Han Yu was distracted, occasionally smiling foolishly by himself.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit was ecstatic, clenching its fist and rallying, "Let’s go to the Celestial Secret Tower and find them."

"What if it turns out they have nothing?"

Han Yu hesitated slightly.

The Artifact Spirit jumped up angrily, retorting, "If you don’t go, you certainly won’t find anything."

"Moreover, such a Divination Path sect can’t possibly not know some Qi Fortune Cultivators."

Even if there were none among a hundred, knowing fifty would suffice!

If twenty, that would still be manageable.

Listening to the Artifact Spirit’s alluring vision, Han Yu was tempted; even if only twenty, even if the share was lesser with a few years of fortune per person, it would still be substantial.

As he thought about it, a silly smile crept onto his face.

Regaining focus, he found Ji Wushi watching him with a peculiar expression, looking hesitant.

Seeing Han Yu return to his senses, he was momentarily startled.

God was compassionate; he was just considering whether to find a nearby house to hide in for a bit, afraid that the other would regain focus. Ironically, as soon as he had that thought, the intimidating fellow snapped back.

Feeling relieved, Ji Wushi was secretly fortunate he hadn’t taken action; otherwise, his leg might not have been spared.

"Hey, Old Ji!"

Han Yu suddenly approached Ji Wushi with friendly intent, smiling amiably as he spoke.

But unexpectedly, such brief words made Ji Wushi feel faintly chilled, his body shuddering unconsciously.

"Need to pee?"

Han Yu asked quizzically, observing Ji Wushi.

"No..."

Ji Wushi almost curled himself up into a ball, at a glance appearing nestled in Han Yu’s embrace.

Passing cultivators cast them peculiar looks one after another.

One especially, after walking a bit further, loudly grumbled, "This is utterly disgraceful."

Realizing their posture, Han Yu withdrew with a darkened expression, then smiled widely as he continued speaking.

"Old Ji, I wanted to ask you about something..."