Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 490 The Infallible Strategist Si Fuyi

Ma'am.

As time goes by, some memories of the past will be forgotten, but others, like seashells on the beach, will become brighter and more precious as they are washed by the waves.

Even now, Di Chuchen still feels very lucky.

He has a family who love and pamper him.

He has people who love and respect him.

Have like-minded friends.

"A-Tong, you..."

Snapped!

With both hands, they pinched and kneaded the Crown Prince's face, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were kneading some kind of dough.

Di Chuchen's unfinished words were thus interrupted.

Bei Mutong, the "instigator," didn't care at all, muttering to herself, "Could she be wearing some kind of mask? Or a human skin mask... or maybe she took a disguise pill? Did she change her appearance?"

Di Chuchen: "...A-Tong, are you done with the test?"

hiss.

hurts a little.

She really did pull his face hard.

"...Something's not right! Something's even more wrong!" Why isn't she putting up any resistance?

In the past, even if an outsider accidentally touched the Crown Prince's sleeve, the fastidious Crown Prince would immediately change his expression and demand to change his clothes.

Bei Mutong's gaze became even stranger.

But he couldn't find the slightest flaw on the handsome face in front of him. Unwilling to give up, Bei Mutong began to move his hands downwards.

Neck, shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen...

Seeing that the person was about to continue, Di Chuchen's eyelids twitched, and he had no choice but to grab the girl's hand and say in a low voice, "...That's enough! Bei Mutong!"

Both of them are acknowledgments and holders of the divine artifact.

Upon first meeting, there's a subtle, strange connection between them.

Even if Di Chuchen's temperament has become more reserved and composed, unlike before, Bei Mutong could not possibly have mistaken him for someone else.

...Ah Tong was clearly teasing him, just like before.

"Hey~" Bei Mutong was scolded, but instead of getting angry, she laughed, her eyes crinkling. "That's the way it is! This arrogant and impatient face is the Crown Prince I know."

Di Chuchen: "..."

"Ahem, um, did I arrive at an inopportune time and interrupt your 'reminiscing'?"

Di Chuchen and Bei Mutong suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound—

A young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe appeared on the adjacent terrace. He was tall and elegant, with an air of otherworldly grace. A string of Buddhist prayer beads was on his right wrist, which he was casually fiddling with. His aura was ethereal and otherworldly, as if he were separated from the clouds, making him unfathomable.

The young man kindly asked again, "Should I excuse myself?"

"Shen Tong! You're here too?" Bei Mutong was surprised to see the newcomer.

"Amitabha." Si Fuyi fiddled with the prayer beads in her hand, her expression serene and calm: "Please call this humble Taoist the Hermit of Xingyun."

This affected manner confirms that he is indeed a charlatan from the Si family.

Bei Mutong curled her lip, looking him up and down with obvious disdain: "You're wearing Buddhist prayer beads, a Taoist robe, a copper coin and peach wood sword at your waist... and a wine gourd. It's all a hodgepodge, a complete mishmash. What's the difference between you and those second-rate charlatans? At least try to look convincing!"

"Then I'll leave?" Si Fuyi didn't like arguing. She calmly shifted her gaze to Di Chuchen and raised an eyebrow.

Di Chuchen could only step forward and say, "Master Xingyun, please stay."

Si Fuyi, who hadn't moved an inch, was extremely satisfied upon hearing this.

But Bei Mutong disliked this charlatan and put her hands on her hips: "Charlatan, why did you leave the island? When I was conferred the title of Regent Prince, I invited you to the ceremony, but you didn't come."

Si Fuyi: "The Crown Prince Shenfeng has given an order that the safety of Zhongzhou is of utmost importance, and I dare not disobey."

"So, I, the Regent of the Sea Breeze, can't command you?" Bei Mutong clenched his fist and shook it. "Do you want a beating?"

Si Fuyi clasped his hands together, his expression compassionate: "Your Highness, fighting and killing lead to a restless mind, which is not in accordance with the principles of immortal cultivation. Only by calming the mind and cultivating one's character can one achieve true peace..."

Speak human language!

"...I was wrong, please don't hit me."

Bei Mutong snorted and withdrew her hand.

There were no explicit provocative words, but this charlatan's bland and indifferent demeanor made him seem so rude and irritating that you wanted to punch him.

Originally, Bei Mutong wanted to catch up with Di Chuchen a bit more, but now that the charlatan was around, she didn't want to stay any longer. She turned around and said goodbye to Di Chuchen, "I'm leaving now. See you later."

As soon as Bei Mutong left, Si Fuyi walked over to Di Chuchen with an air of nonchalance, and with a flick of her sleeve, she set up another layer of soundproofing array.

No one else knew about their conversation.

……

"...Are you sure?" Even as she frowned slightly and asked, Si Fuyi's face remained expressionless.

"Stop pretending." Di Chuchen raised his eyes and glanced at the man pretending to be innocent. "I don't believe you didn't secretly do some divination on the way here?"

"With Empress Jinghong overseeing the Jinghong Dynasty, I have no worries. Xianpeng Island is secluded, and outsiders cannot set foot there without a pass."

"The reason why the person behind this was able to choose the Thunder Palace, a third-tier power, is twofold: firstly, the timing was right, and secondly, the overall strength of the Thunder Palace is at a lower-middle level among the third-tier powers, making it easier to take action."

"But a Heavenly Thunder Palace can't suppress the main seal. Even if the seal is broken, high-level Nightmare Clan members at the Guardian level won't be able to escape. It's not worth it to go to great lengths to destroy the Heavenly Thunder Palace and make us prepared."

The Nightmare Clan is skilled at bewitching people and possessing others.

However, the human race was able to seal the Nightmare Clan for ten thousand years, and during that time they did develop methods to counterbalance them, such as the Sun and Moon Rotation Mirror.

Humans bewitched by the Nightmare Clan are easily detected unless they hide deep in the mountains and forests and avoid contact with the outside world.

Unless... it is a high-level Nightmare Clan member who bewitches the person and can keep them somewhat conscious and clear-headed, preventing them from being completely assimilated, it is impossible to evade layers of investigation and tracking.

The Nightmare Clan would not rashly reveal the identity of such a "pawn" to infiltrate the human race without a sufficiently large benefit.

Si Fuyi paused in the prayer beads she was fiddled with: "Then, as Your Highness says, I will make the trip myself. But in that case, there will only be two divine artifacts guarding Buzhou Domain. Wouldn't that be too much of a strain?"

Di Chuchen: "Don't worry, it's not two items."

"Shh~" Si Fuyi raised her hand, her index finger lightly touching her pale lips, her eyes full of meaning: "This humble Taoist will not ask, and Your Highness need not mention it either."

"I don't want to be struck by lightning the next time I do divination."

—The family of the Divine Calculator is full of eccentric characters.

—The family of the Divine Calculator is full of charlatans.

This is a folk song widely circulated in Zhongzhou, and the second half continues with:

—His plans were flawless; he should have simply turned away.

—Knowing life and death, grasping the secrets of heaven, he desires to sit and discuss the Dao with the Heavenly Emperor.

Si Fuyi's reputation was polarized in the Central Plains.

Some people called him a charlatan.

Some people respectfully call him "Young Master Fuyi".

What is little known is that after each divination by Si Fuyi, he would write down the "answer" he received and tell others about it. However, he would then take medicine to forget his recent memories, including the "answer" he received from the divination.

This is one way Si Fuyi resisted the leakage of heavenly secrets and suffered the backlash from the heavenly way.

He calculated it, he figured it out, but then he forgot it, so it doesn't count as prying into the secrets of heaven.

Di Chuchen casually asked, "When did you change your Taoist name to Xingyun Jushi?"

Si Fuyi remained expressionless: "Two days ago."

"And what about last time?"

"Five days ago."

"..."

Di Chuchen's eyes held a complex expression.

He was truly afraid that one day he would suddenly receive an obituary from the Si family announcing that this guy had been struck by lightning and died.

Seriously... they're always teetering on the edge of revealing secrets of heaven, constantly jumping between the lines. Are all fortune tellers this suicidal?

"There's no time to lose, you should set off immediately."

After finishing their business, Di Chuchen didn't want to see this charlatan again.

Unexpectedly, Si Fuyi calmly took out a storage bag: "Your Highness, I heard that your junior sister Rong Shu has entered the Jixia Academy and is in the same grade as my little moon. They should be familiar with each other. I would like to ask Your Highness's junior sister to pass on this storage bag for me. Inside are the birthday gifts I have given to little moon for the years since she entered Jixia."

Di Chuchen took the storage bag: "Aren't you going to deliver it yourself? If you're fast enough, going to Jixia Academy won't delay things."

"No, thank you." Si Fuyi sighed, a hint of distress showing on his usually calm face. "I'm afraid Xiaoyue will be too attached to me, her father, and I won't be able to get away..."

"Oh, I forgot, Your Highness is still a virgin and has not yet had a child to bring you joy. Alas... Your Highness does not understand."

Di Chuchen: "Get lost."

Si Fuyi took a few steps back, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and landed on the railing.

brush!

Si Fuyi opened the oil-paper umbrella, held it over her head, her expression one of compassion and pity, but her mouth continued to be cheeky:

"Although wielding the Sun-Chasing Bow and possessing a primordial yang body would enhance its power, life is short, Your Highness should seize the day and not miss out on the destined one..."

Di Chuchen, expressionless, shouted loudly outside, "A-Tong, come back here and beat up a dog—"

The next second—

The oil-paper umbrella spun gently, and in the blink of an eye, the figure in the blue Taoist robe vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint echo: "Your Highness, there's no need for you to see me off. I appreciate your help... I'll take my leave now..."

Di Chuchen raised his right hand.

A flash of intense golden light passed through my palm.

"How did Third Senior Brother manage to put up with this charlatan back then..." Di Chuchen put away the Sun Chasing Bow, his expression returning to calm and undisturbed.

only……

A lingering shadow remains in my heart.

"...Destroyed the Heavenly Thunder Palace...where exactly is that traitor hiding?"