Chapter 2

Waterfall cascades down, forming a lake at the bottom of the valley. Dongfang Yu descended along the vine and saw Duan Yu lying on a large rock by the lake. This kid is truly well-versed in Buddhism; he can sleep soundly even in such a situation, a temperament that is not common.

"Dongfang brother, thank you for coming down to save me," Duan Yu, who had been woken up, said joyfully upon seeing Dongfang Yu and the hanging vine, and was about to climb up the vine to leave.

"Wait, they say that those who survive great calamities are destined for good fortune. I believe we are due for a stroke of luck today," Dongfang Yu naturally had no intention of leaving. Since he had already claimed to be the greatest fortune-teller in the world last night, he decided to pretend to calculate their fate by pinching his fingers.

"Luck?" Duan Yu's face showed curiosity. Could it be? Is he really that amazing? Can he predict the future?

"Let's search for it. There must be some luck in this valley," Dongfang Yu said, and the two began to search the valley at the base of the cliff. After about half an hour, Duan Yu called out loudly, having found a stone door after parting a cluster of vines.

Naturally, there was no need for further words. The two entered the cave and found a jade statue, lifelike with black gemstone eyes, so realistic that it could easily be mistaken for a real person. If Dongfang Yu hadn't known it was just a statue, he might have thought it was a real person.

As for Duan Yu, he had already fallen to his knees, bowing and calling out to the "immortal sister."

"That's just a jade statue, Duan brother," Dongfang Yu said, pulling Duan Yu up. From the mat at the statue's feet, he indeed found a package. Opening it, they found a scroll containing the Northern Dipper Divine Skill and the Lingbo Microstep. However, looking at the terms like "Wu Wang position" and "Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian," Dongfang Yu was at a loss. He had obtained the divine skills, but he couldn't understand the meridians, acupoints, and the Bagua positions in the steps.

"Is there really luck? Dongfang brother, you are truly a divine person," Duan Yu said, both surprised and admiring, finally managing to tear his eyes away from the jade statue to look at the two skills in Dongfang Yu's hands.

"This luck is for both of us, Duan brother. Why don't we study it together?" Just because he couldn't understand it didn't mean Duan Yu couldn't.

The two carefully studied the scroll, with Duan Yu explaining to Dongfang Yu. It took about two hours for Dongfang Yu to memorize the route of the Northern Dipper Divine Skill and the steps of the Lingbo Microstep.

After leaving the cave via the vine, Duan Yu wanted to go save Zhong Ling and bid farewell. Dongfang Yu had no intention of going with him. Duan Yu was the main character, and his journey would be eventful but safe. However, Dongfang Yu, who had just started learning the Northern Dipper Divine Skill and had no power, couldn't predict the outcome.

"Dongfang brother, do you think I can save Miss Zhong smoothly?" Before leaving, Duan Yu scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed, and asked.

"Does he really believe I'm the greatest fortune-teller in the world?" Dongfang Yu chuckled inwardly, pinching his fingers in a show of calculation. "The process will be complicated, but you will turn danger into safety, with no real harm."

"Thank you, Dongfang brother. If we meet again, I will drink with you," Duan Yu said with a smile and left happily.

Practicing the Lingbo Microstep while descending the mountain, Dongfang Yu moved quickly. After walking for a while, he felt not only refreshed but also energized.

"Encountering a strong enemy, using this to protect oneself, accumulating internal energy, and then defeating the enemy..."

This passage was written after the Lingbo Microstep. Unlike other stepping techniques, the Lingbo Microstep not only doesn't consume internal energy but also continuously generates it. Though it is a stepping technique, it can also serve as an internal cultivation method. Therefore, Dongfang Yu felt increasingly refreshed as he descended the mountain using the Lingbo Microstep.

Not far from the mountain, there was a town. Dongfang Yu entered, and the streets were bustling. He soon saw a tavern. However, touching his pocket, he found only some RMB, and he wondered if RMB could buy food.

"Can I only pawn it?" The only valuable thing he had was his mobile phone, and he hesitated.

In ancient times, although the phone couldn't make calls, its functions like recording, taking photos, shooting videos, a compass, and a calculator were still useful, making it a kind of divine tool.

"Sir, you look extraordinary. Would you like to come up and have a few drinks with me?" Just as Dongfang Yu was considering whether to pawn his phone, a cheerful voice sounded from above.

Looking up, he saw a man in his thirties sitting at a window on the second floor of the tavern, speaking to him.

"Thank you," Dongfang Yu said. Regardless, filling his stomach was the priority. He hadn't eaten since last night.

Climbing up to the tavern, he saw a few dishes and a pot of wine in front of the man, and a fast knife on the table.

"Waiter, bring two pounds of beef and a pot of Daughter Red," the man called out, inviting Dongfang Yu to sit down. The waiter quickly set up a set of wine cups and chopsticks and brought the food and wine.

"May I ask your name? To be honest, I'm short on money today. If not for you, I might have had to pawn something to get food," Dongfang Yu said, sitting down without hesitation. He had nothing worth remembering, and he bowed in gratitude.

"Ha ha ha, just call me Feng Bo'e. I saw you hesitating outside the tavern, clearly short on money. Everyone has tough times. I was drinking alone, so I invited you up. Here, let's have a drink," the man said, raising his cup and drinking it all in one go.

"Feng Bo'e? The Feng Bo'e of the Jiangnan Wind?" Dongfang Yu drank a cup and was slightly surprised. Another famous character.

"Oh? Are you also a martial artist? You don't seem to have any martial arts skills, and your attire is unfamiliar. Where are you from?" Feng Bo'e, curious, looked at Dongfang Yu after hearing him name his reputation in the martial world.

"I am a hermit from overseas. Speaking of martial arts, don't laugh, but I've been learning for less than a day. As for how I know your reputation, it's through finger calculation," Dongfang Yu said, habitually attributing his knowledge to his finger calculations, as he had done with Duan Yu.

"Less than a day of martial arts? Finger calculation?" Feng Bo'e was taken aback but then showed interest. "It's said that there are extraordinary people who can predict the future and avoid misfortune. I always thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect you to have such skills. Can you predict what will happen to me in the future?"

"Sure, since you've treated me to a meal, I'll help you calculate," Dongfang Yu pretended to calculate and said after a moment, "A busy life, but in the end, it's all for nothing."

"What do you mean?" Feng Bo'e frowned, knowing it wasn't a good omen. Fortunately, he was a straightforward person, or he might have turned hostile.

"Feng Bo'e, you have a noble appearance and a great ambition. However, due to fate, your master's plans will ultimately come to nothing," Dongfang Yu said.

"You...," Feng Bo'e was at a loss for words. Could he really have some skills to predict his master? But he couldn't accept this prediction.

"Not at all, not at all, Fourth Brother, how can we believe such fortune-tellers?" At that moment, footsteps were heard, and a slightly overweight figure walked over and sat down at the table.

"Third Brother," Feng Bo'e called out. The newcomer was clearly Bao Bu Tong, one of the four major retainers of the Murong family.

"Fortune-tellers always start by making things sound dire and then say it's hard to resolve, to extort more money. This childish trick, Fourth Brother, you are an old hand in the martial world, don't you believe it?" Bao Bu Tong sneered at Dongfang Yu.

"Since Master Bao thinks I'm a fortune-teller, I have nothing more to say. Feng Bo'e, I have no face to stay here. Goodbye," Dongfang Yu, though not yet full, was unwilling to stay and be insulted, stood up, and left.

"Hmph, with no face, you can only leave," Bao Bu Tong thought Dongfang Yu left because he was exposed and embarrassed.

Anger, it must be said, despite knowing from the original story that Bao Bu Tong's mouth was despicable, Dongfang Yu still couldn't help but feel angry when he experienced it personally.

Biting his lip, he didn't argue. This was a world where people killed like grass, and although Bao Bu Tong's mouth was despicable, his skills were far beyond Dongfang Yu's current level.

"Feng Bo'e, don't go. I apologize for my third brother," Feng Bo'e, being a man of honor, stood up to apologize.

"Feng Bo'e, our friendship is based on mutual understanding. We'll meet again if fate allows. Also, as a friend, I want to warn you. In the coming days, your master may face a small calamity, perhaps being falsely accused. You should prepare in advance."

Pausing for a moment, Dongfang Yu left the tavern resolutely, leaving these words behind.

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