Chapter 107: If My Cousin Finds Out, He Won’t Forgive Me

Xuan Tianji stroked his silver-white beard, his face full of mystery. He pinched his fingers and said, “As your master, I possess knowledge of the heavens and the earth, and I am well-versed in the art of Qimen Dunjia. Everything in this world, I can calculate at a glance.”

Chen Nan was momentarily stunned. “You can even figure that out?”

Seeing Chen Nan’s astonished expression, the old man grew even more proud. “Of course! I told you just now, there’s nothing in this world that I cannot calculate.”

“If you’re so capable, then you must have known all along that Yiyi was on Fire Qilin Mountain?” Chen Nan’s face was full of indignation as he shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me from the start? I wasted so much time searching! Is this how a master acts?”

The old man sighed, “Child, you are my disciple. How could I ever harm you? You have to trust your master.”

“Trust your ass!” Chen Nan said, clearly frustrated, staring at the old man. “When I first came down the mountain over a month ago, you told me I had already learned all your skills. But how come I never heard about this divination art before? Did you ever teach me?”

“W-well...” the old man faltered.

“What’s ‘well’?” Chen Nan’s eyes widened. “Old man, how many things have you been keeping from me?”

The old man suddenly looked guilty. “Good disciple, you have to believe your master. I have always treated you like my own son. This divination art is just a trifle—more trouble than it’s worth. It’s exhausting and not very useful. It’s fine if you don’t learn it.”

Chen Nan stepped closer. “Besides this divination art, are there other things you haven’t taught me?”

“None, absolutely none!” the old man said with conviction. “Think about it—have I ever lied to you all these years? Believe me, my character is the greatest in the world. I would never deceive you.”

Hearing this, Chen Nan became even more exasperated.

“Old man, have you got any shame? When I was fourteen, you went to steal Wang’s daughter at the foot of the mountain, and when they caught you, you blamed me for it. When I was fifteen, you dragged me down the mountain to spy on Zhang bathing, and again we were caught, but you pushed me forward as the scapegoat. When I was sixteen, you—”

“Stop, stop!” The old man hastily interrupted as Chen Nan was about to reveal more.

“Disciple, I truly did not foresee Yiyi being on Fire Qilin Mountain,” the old man said earnestly. “That mountain’s terrain is peculiar and repels all forms of Qimen Dunjia. Not even I, nor any celestial immortal descending to the mortal realm, could divine what lies there.”

“Really?”

“As real as pearls,” the old man affirmed.

Chen Nan looked unconvinced, staring intently at the old man. “Then tell me—why did you send Yiyi down the mountain eight years ago?”

“Well...” the old man shook his head. “Some secrets of fate must not be revealed.”

Chen Nan nodded and raised the finger with the ring on it. “If you won’t say, fine. I’ll cut off this finger, throw away this useless ring, and die rather than be the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Sect.”

The old man sneered. “Go ahead, if you have the guts, cut it off. I want to see if you’re really a man!”

Chen Nan was instantly speechless.

Cutting off his own finger? He really couldn’t bring himself to do such a foolish thing.

“Old man, you’re ruthless!” Chen Nan flipped him the middle finger and strode back toward the school.

“Remember, when there’s a mission, my men from the Heavenly Sect will come find you,” the old man’s laughter echoed behind him.

“Yeah, right! Listen here, old man, I’m going to tell everyone about your escapades. The whole world will know!” Chen Nan grumbled, his heart full of frustration.

Watching Chen Nan’s retreating figure, the old man smiled wryly and muttered to himself, “You brat, the fate of the Chinese people’s future rests on you and your fellow disciples. My intentions are earnest; one day you will understand.”