"Fortune-telling?"
Finn Guo was startled, and then looked at Quinn Ye.
Quinn Ye looked sideways at this old blind man.
"We don't believe in this."
After saying that, he was about to pull Finn Guo away.
"Don't go, it's free if it's not accurate!"
The old blind man quickly shouted.
Quinn Ye turned a deaf ear.
He didn't believe in fortune-telling at all.
In his eyes, these people were purely scammers.
They would say some ambiguous things and then adjust their words based on your reactions.
Completely untrustworthy.
"Tsk tsk, what a pity that such a good child's life will be cut short,"
The old blind man let go of his hand, shaking his head and sighing.
Quinn Ye's footsteps paused.
He looked down at Finn Guo.
With this glance, Quinn Ye's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
The space between Finn Guo's eyebrows was actually turning somewhat dark.
A dark Yintang! I'm afraid this is an ominous sign. Although Quinn Ye didn't believe in fortune tellers.
Anyone could tell that something was wrong with Finn Guo's face right now.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Finn Guo looked at Quinn Ye in confusion.
Quinn Ye frowned.
"It's nothing, let's go find that old blind man and have our fortunes read."
Finn Guo was startled: "Why?"
"Don't ask, let's hear what he has to say."
Quinn Ye brought Finn Guo and walked back to the old blind man's stall.
The old blind man seemed to have expected that the two of them would turn back, and smiled faintly.
"You two, would you like your fortunes read?"
Quinn Ye: "You just said my disciple's life would be cut short, what exactly is going on?"
The old blind man was somewhat surprised: "He is your disciple?"
"Correct."
"So that's how it is. I was wondering why you are so young and don't share any facial resemblance with him. You aren't father and son, nor are you brothers. It turns out you are Master and disciple,"
The old blind man said with a smile.
Quinn Ye grew somewhat impatient: "Hurry up and tell me, why will my disciple's life be cut short?"
The old blind man: "May I trouble this young lad to stick out his right hand."
Finn Guo looked at Quinn Ye.
Quinn Ye nodded.
Finn Guo immediately stuck out his right hand.
The old blind man grabbed Finn Guo's arm and felt his bones up and down.
After feeling around for a bit, the old blind man's expression suddenly changed.
A look of solemnity surfaced.
"Magnificent bones! Magnificent bones!"
"A dragon among men, an unparalleled hero!"
The old blind man exclaimed endlessly: "These are the natural-born bones of a King, rare to see even in ten thousand years, truly rare to see!"
Quinn Ye and his disciple both had strange expressions.
This old blind man was exaggerating way too much.
What natural-born King? What rare in ten thousand years? Even if you are spouting nonsense, at least make it somewhat believable. Quinn Ye felt very disappointed.
He felt that this old blind man was just a scammer talking nonsense to cause a sensation.
"Old sir, you can save this sales pitch of yours,"
Quinn Ye mocked.
The old blind man, however, had a serious expression and shook his head.
"This old man is not speaking nonsense."
"This brilliant disciple of yours indeed possesses natural-born Emperor Bones, and not just an ordinary Emperor at that. It's just a pity..."
Speaking up to here, the old blind man hesitated to continue.
"A pity what?"
Quinn Ye asked.
"It's a pity that his Emperor Bones have three bone scars."
The old blind man stroked his goatee.
"These three bone scars represent that before he achieves the great enterprise of an Emperor, he will face three life-and-death tribulations."
"If he cannot survive them, the Emperor Star will fall, and it will be difficult for him to achieve great things."
"His first bone scar has already gradually faded, which means he has already survived his first tribulation. But this second tribulation is ten times fiercer than the first!"
Speaking up to here, the old blind man asked: "Young lad, have you encountered any danger previously?"
Quinn Ye and Finn Guo were both startled.
Then they exchanged a glance.
They remembered the incident with the Evil Sky Old Monster from before.
At that time, the Evil Sky Old Monster's disciples had captured Finn Guo, wanting to absorb his vital essence to restore the Evil Sky Old Monster's vitality.
If Quinn Ye hadn't risked his life to kill the Evil Sky Old Monster, Finn Guo would have died a long time ago.
"He really did encounter it once,"
Quinn Ye said with a frown.
The old blind man nodded: "Then I am not mistaken. Three life tribulations. He survived the first, but the second is approaching. If you don't take precautions early, I'm afraid his life will be hard to protect."
Finn Guo was a bit scared.
After all, he was only an eight-year-old child.
Hearing these words, he naturally felt afraid in his heart.
Quinn Ye remained silent.
He didn't believe in fate.
But in this world, there were some things he had no choice but to believe.
After all, people could already fly into the sky and burrow into the earth here; someone knowing how to read fortunes wasn't all that strange.
"Old gentleman, please forgive my previous offenses,"
Quinn Ye turned serious and bowed deeply to the old blind man.
"It's fine."
The old blind man waved his hand.
"But I wonder if you have a method to resolve this?"
Quinn Ye continued to ask.
The old blind man tapped his fingers on the table.
"A method of resolution is not entirely nonexistent, it's just..."
He rubbed his fingers together lightly.
The meaning was already self-evident.
Quinn Ye immediately understood and quickly took out a Gold Ingot.
"Old gentleman, please kindly accept this."
The Gold Ingot was stuffed into the old blind man's hands.
A look of wild joy instantly surfaced on the old blind man's face.
A Gold Ingot! This is truly 'not opening shop for three years, but eating for three years after one opening'. He quickly stuffed the Gold Ingot into his sleeve.
"Young lad, draw a bamboo stick from this cylinder and let this old man calculate how to resolve the tribulation for you."
"Oh."
Finn Guo took the bamboo cylinder, which was full of bamboo sticks.
He couldn't see any difference between them.
Finn Guo casually took one out and handed it to the old blind man.
The old blind man felt the bottom end of the bamboo stick.
"The Tribulation of Primal Fire!"
"Survival lies in the North."
After the old blind man finished speaking, he was about to put the bamboo stick back into the cylinder.
Quinn Ye beat him to it, taking the bamboo stick to take a look.
He saw several incomprehensible symbols carved onto the bottom end of the bamboo stick.
Quinn Ye had no choice but to put the bamboo stick back into the cylinder.
"Your disciple's tribulation is related to fire, and his chances of survival are slim."
"If he wants to survive, his only option is to travel North. Perhaps he can seek a sliver of hope there,"
The old blind man said.
North? Quinn Ye muttered in his heart.
If we travel straight North from the Heavenly Martial Empire, wouldn't we reach that place called the Northern River? He remembered that Cosmo Shen's disciple, Fiona Xiao, came from a family named the Xiao Family in the Northern River.
"Old gentleman, can you be any more detailed?"
The old blind man shook his head: "Heaven's secrets are difficult to fathom."
Quinn Ye was speechless.
"Alright then."
Quinn Ye was about to leave with Finn Guo.
But right at this moment, the old blind man suddenly said: "This brother, how about this old man also read a fortune for you?"
Quinn Ye actually felt a bit of interest.
"Alright, read mine too."
After saying that, he stretched his arm over.
The old blind man, however, did not feel Quinn Ye's bones.
Instead, he took out a pen and paper.
"This old man will do a Word Interpretation for you, brother."
"Sure."
Quinn Ye immediately picked up the pen, thought for a brief moment, and wrote a word on the paper.
Saint!
A massive 'Saint' character.
The pen moved like dragons and snakes, bold and unrestrained.
Quinn Ye wrote this using cursive script; it was vigorous, powerful, and soaring.
Just after finishing this word, Quinn Ye looked up.
That old blind man was already frozen stiff there.
Then.
Fresh blood gushed out of the old blind man's nose.
Then, lines of fresh blood flowed down from his shriveled, empty eye sockets.
It was extremely horrifying.