Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 162: Chapter 42: The Death of the Young Master of Jinzhou Pawnshop (Seeking Subscription! !)_2

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By the time Zhao Huai came out of the house, it was already noon.

The sun had risen.

Zhao Huai walked out onto the street, looked at the sky, and couldn’t help but mutter, “I hope this method can turn misfortune into blessings.”

He set off on his way back.

It should be okay for Pei Xiangyun to watch the shop alone, so long as she doesn’t mess up the prices.

According to Madam’s letter, she should be back in a few days.

“Sugar-coated haws for sale!”

“No charge if they’re not sweet!”

Every now and then, vendors pushing carts selling sugar-coated haws passed by the street.

For some reason, whenever Zhao Huai saw sugar-coated haws, the first thing that came to his mind was Madam’s smiling face.

The longer he couldn’t see her, the more he missed her.

Even when looking up at the azure sky and the endless clouds, he could see her silhouette.

“Give me one.”

Without further ado, Zhao Huai took out a few copper coins from his waist and picked out a large one from the stick.

“Alright! Here you go, guest.”

With the sugar-coated haws in hand, Zhao Huai strode towards Huai’s pawnshop.

After passing several streets, the signboard of Huai’s pawnshop gradually came into view, but Zhao Huai’s heart inexplicably twitched.

It was a feeling of fear and trepidation.

Zhao Huai also realized that something was wrong.

The area was too quiet; an abnormal silence was a sign of danger.

In his Divine Insight, a white-robed man appeared.

The purple-robed old man sitting in the pawnshop suddenly opened his eyes, his muddy eyes now clear and sharp.

“Damn it!”ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt

Pei Xiangyun, terrified, knelt down beside him. Seeing the elder’s reaction, she immediately realized something and her breath involuntarily hitched.

Zhao Huai was coming back!

She knew that if this Devil made a move, Zhao Huai would have no chance of survival!

“Run!”

Pei Xiangyun desperately ran to the curtain and shouted outside.

But she soon realized that she couldn’t scream at all.

All vibrations in the air were erased by an invisible force, making it impossible to transmit sound!

“Boom!”

Pei Xiangyun felt an odd force suddenly strike her body, sending her crashing heavily to the ground, creating countless cracks and causing a significant tremor.

“Puff!”

Pei Xiangyun spewed a mouthful of blood, leaving a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

“You didn’t die because you still have value. If you cause more trouble, you can only die.”

The purple-robed elder looked down upon her indifferently.

Although no sound came from inside the shop, the vibrations in the house were still visible.

Zhao Huai was still some distance away from the pawnshop. Before he even

approached, he felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards his face.

He instinctively backed away.

“Xiang Yun!”

Zhao Huai called out his younger sister-in-law’s name with a telepathic message.

But he received no response.

His heart couldn’t help but grow heavier.

What should he do if something happened to Pei Xiangyun? How would he explain it to his wife?

His figure continued to retreat, but the invisible pressure seemed like a giant hand, stretching out to drag him back into the endless abyss.

Zhao Huai felt an unprecedented fear of danger and immediately flew towards the distance at an incredible speed.

Ordinary cultivators couldn’t even see his shadow!

The purple-robed elder appeared on the eaves in an instant, looking at the retreating Zhao Huai, and sneered:

“Hmph, trying to escape?”

This scene had played out countless times in his eyes.

For thousands of years, countless young geniuses had fled at the sight of him.

But what’s the use of running? In the end, weren’t they still destined to become his vessels?

Slowly, an extreme sense of twisted pleasure formed in his heart. The more he saw them fleeing, the more it stirred his excitement.

Chasing prey was always a fun process.

In Huai’s small pawnshop.

Pei Xiangyun lay on the ground; her originally smooth skin now bloody and mangled, as she saw the purple-robed elder gradually disappear into the distance.

On the verge of fainting, she saw the white-haired mynah fly down from a beam and tilt its head, looking at her with its tiny beady eyes earnestly.

“Stupid… bird, go… find my sister…”

She said weakly.

It seemed as if the white-haired mynah really understood. It actually nodded its small head, flapped its wings, and flew out of the house.

After speaking, Pei Xiangyun fainted completely from excessive blood loss.

In an alleyway within Jinzhou City markets.

Zhao Huai mobilized all his True Vigor, running desperately. Finally, the elder’s figure vanished from behind, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

The next moment, a large hand landed on his shoulder, patting lightly.

It was just a simple pat, but it felt as if it contained the power of a towering mountain; Zhao Huai felt as if a mountain was added to his shoulders.

“Whoosh!”

His body plummeted to the ground.

He crashed into a large hole, raising a thick cloud of dust.

Zhao Huai struggled to his feet, still half-kneeling, with his throat feeling hot.

“Cough!” He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He looked up to see a dark purple-robed elder, with white hair fluttering in the windless air, standing in the void.

From the invisible, the Great Power of Heaven and Earth was added to him.

The force of the Great Dao!

And even the top-tier Divine Skill of spatial displacement!

He was definitely a Metamorphosis Stage cultivator at the pinnacle of existence!

Zhao Huai couldn’t help but think of the scene where the master of the Exquisite Palace instantly killed the Demon King with a pale blue speck of light.

Speed meant nothing to these Mighty ones.

Because a single thought filled with murderous intent from them could cross ten thousand li..