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Chen Changsheng's face stiffened, and he felt his hair stand on end. He quickly scanned his entire body with his divine sense, but couldn't find any trace of a curse mark.

Chen Changsheng: "Tell me more about the situation?"

Wu Yingmei: "All inner disciples of the Underworld Soul Sect have the Underworld Soul Curse within them. When a disciple dies outside, the Underworld Soul Curse will attach itself to the murderer. It is extremely hidden, and even Golden Core cultivators have difficulty detecting it."

Wu Yingmei: "The only function after attachment is location tracking. It can be sensed by Underworld Soul Sect disciples, so you need to be careful of Underworld Soul Sect disciples."

Chen Changsheng frowned and said, "Is there no other way to deal with the Underworld Soul Curse?"

Where was he supposed to find a Nascent Soul cultivator?

There were indeed many big shots in the group, but they were not in the Moon Willow Region. Even if he took the initiative to ask for help, he would need the ability to cross mountains and rivers.

He was currently only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and traveling to neighboring regions was the limit of his ability.

Wu Yingmei: "The Underworld Soul Curse is a secret technique of the Underworld Soul Sect. It is difficult to detect even for those of the same realm. The Underworld Soul Curse of inner disciples is implanted by a Golden Core elder, so it requires a Nascent Soul cultivator to capture and dissolve it. Of course, if you have a Nascent Soul-level magic treasure, you can do the same."

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and asked again, "The disaster you predicted for me before, does it refer to the current predicament? If I stay in Wangjiang City, how long before I encounter another tribulation? Help me calculate it."

Wu Yingmei: "You're really not polite."

Chen Changsheng: "How can you say that? In a hundred years, we'll be husband and wife. Help your husband!"

Wu Yingmei: "..."

She had seen thick-skinned people before, but she had never seen someone so shameless.

Who's your wife!

Although she said so in her heart, Wu Yingmei's body was still very honest: "Take out nine copper coins, recall the question just now, and then toss them. Tell me how many are heads and how many are tails."

Chen Changsheng immediately did so, tossed the copper coins, and replied, "Six heads and three tails."

After waiting for a long time, Wu Yingmei, who had finished the divination, sent a message.

"Ten years. If you don't leave, Wangjiang City will be destroyed."

Learning that he had ten years, Chen Changsheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief. After thanking her, he hurried back to the Wang Mansion.

Wang Qingyi and the others were directing the servants to handle the post-war matters. Seeing Chen Changsheng return, the tension on their faces eased.

Wang Jiayun ran over quickly, threw herself into Chen Changsheng's arms, and anxiously checked his injuries.

"It must hurt a lot, you're bleeding. Ping'er, quickly bring bandages and medicine."

"It's just a minor injury. It will be fine in a couple of days."

"Even minor injuries need to be treated promptly. You can't be careless just because you're a cultivator." Wang Jiayun's movements were gentle as she carefully cleaned the bloodstains from the wound.

Chen Changsheng smiled and stroked Madam Wang's head, looking at her anxious appearance, a warm feeling flowing through his heart.

Should he give Madam Wang a chance at longevity?

He suddenly remembered the old Daoist priest at Spirit Mountain Temple, who had accurately predicted the change in Wang Jiayun's family. Then the statement that Wang Jiayun's good fortune was in the next life was likely also true.

This meant that even if he gave Wang Jiayun a chance at longevity, she would likely still die midway and be reincarnated.

But what if the old Daoist priest's second half of the statement was wrong?

Chen Changsheng slapped his forehead and sent another private message to Wu Yingmei: "There is a mortal whose life I care about very much. Can you calculate her fate? Including her next life."

Wu Yingmei: "?"

Just finished one calculation and another one comes. Are you really treating me like your wife?

Wu Yingmei: "This mortal is your mistress, right? Immortals and mortals are separated, you two are destined not to be together. I advise you to break it off early. Send me her birthdate."

Chen Changsheng casually asked for Madam Wang's birthdate and sent it over.

This divination was very fast. The result came almost in the time it took to pinch his fingers.

Wu Yingmei: "All of this person's great fortune is in the next life, and both her current and future lives are being influenced by you!"

The identical divination results made Chen Changsheng unable to help but widen his eyes.

The divination abilities of the cultivation world are truly terrifying.

An old Daoist priest calculating Wang Jiayun's current and future lives might still be questionable.

But when Wu Yingmei also calculated a similar answer, Chen Changsheng had to admit that a mortal's fate was indeed predetermined by destiny.

Only cultivators had the chance to defy fate.

...

The night was like water, and snowflakes danced in the cold wind.

Wangjiang City was brightly lit. Today's hot topic had not ended even now. This was the first time the common people had seen cultivators fighting, and their hearts were extremely excited.

Storytellers in various teahouses were speaking with flying spittle. After some embellishment, the story of immortal battles became particularly exciting in their mouths.

What flying swords with cold light illuminating nineteen continents, Yin spirits howling and covering the sky and sun, immortals moving mountains and filling seas with a wave of their hands, all told with flying spittle.

While the common people marveled, city guards were also building the city in the snow.

The erected torches and the hardworking companions around them dispelled the winter chill.

Inside the Wang Mansion, Chen Changsheng was gazing at the snowy scenery outside the window, lost in thought. Wang Jiayun next to him was pouring tea for him and then brought it to him.

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Jiayun asked softly.

Chen Changsheng took the warm tea, took a small sip, and told the truth.

"The cultivator I killed today has a big background. In order not to implicate Wangjiang City and the Wang Mansion, I will have to go and rely on your elder brother in ten years at most."

Leaving meant separation.

He had originally wanted to wait until Wang Jiayun died of old age before leaving, but now it seemed that he couldn't. Before the Underworld Soul Curse was removed, he couldn't come back.

Perhaps this farewell would be forever...

Wang Jiayun's eyes trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled sweetly, "This concubine has long been mentally prepared. Young Master is destined to become a long-lived immortal. This life, this concubine has no chance to follow Young Master's side. I only hope that in the next life, I can walk alongside Young Master."

The old Daoist priest's words once again swirled in her mind.

Meeting in this life, blossoming in the next.

Not only was she not saddened by the separation, but she was also full of expectations for the future. As for whether the old Daoist priest's words were wrong, she would take them as true.

After all, no matter how worried a mortal without spiritual roots was, they would only have a hundred years of life at most.

"Don't worry, I will often return to Wangjiang City to see you after the problem is solved. Even if the problem is not solved, I will ask your elder brother to bring you things." Chen Changsheng said with a smile.

Wang Jiayun subconsciously hugged his body, feeling the hot, majestic aura, and said softly, "There are still ten years. Please cherish them, Young Master."

"More than ten years, there is still a long time in the future."

Holding the beauty in his arms, Chen Changsheng also recalled the old Daoist priest's words.

Wang Jiayun's good fortune was meeting in this life and would blossom and bear fruit in the next life. The person he was referring to could basically be determined to be him.

He possessed a longevity system and could live until the beginning of Wang Jiayun's next life. They would meet again at that time, but he didn't know how long that time would be...