Chapter 392: Chapter 379: Beware the Blade You Carry
"As I just said, I know everything from the heavens above to the earth below, I see the future and know the past. What’s so difficult about knowing who you are?"
Before Shen Lang could speak, Gu Feng continued, "If I’m not mistaken, that fellow from the Holy Light Sect is waiting outside Celestial Palace City right now. He’s just waiting for you to leave so he can kill you on the spot. Seeing as you’ve been so generous, young man, I can reveal a little extra. The man’s name is Qian Luo, and he has a cultivation at the Xuanwu Realm Fifth Heaven."
With that, Gu Feng began to gulp down his wine and wolf down his meat, ignoring Shen Lang.
Shen Lang extended his Divine Thought, only to discover that this Gu Feng before him didn’t have a single trace of Spiritual Power in his body.
’This old man is very strange,’ Shen Lang thought. ’He even knows Qian Luo’s name and cultivation level so clearly. It’s simply unbelievable.’
Activating his Silver Eyes of Truth, Shen Lang was once again disappointed. The Gu Feng before him was a completely ordinary person. He hadn’t even come into contact with Martial Arts, had no Spiritual Power in his body, and his aura had nothing strange about it.
Shen Lang placed a small bag of Gold Coins on the table, stood up, and started walking out. "Eat and drink well, Elder. If I have any other matters in the future, I will come to trouble you again."
Without even looking up, Gu Feng said, "No need to be so polite. You have a fatal trial coming soon. If you can’t survive it, I’m afraid you won’t have the chance to see me again."
"Hm? What do you mean by that, Elder?" Shen Lang turned around slowly.
Gu Feng shook his head and said, "I cannot say more on this matter. Speaking of it might implicate me. But you don’t need to be anxious. You’ll naturally find out in five days. As for your fatal trial, if it’s not this month, it’s next month. If it’s not next month, it’s the month after. In any case, it won’t be long."
Shen Lang’s expression flickered several times before he walked back and sat down again.
"Let’s put the matter of the fatal trial aside for now. But since you can know the past and future, Elder, you’ve piqued my curiosity. If it’s all right, I’d like to ask a few more questions."
Gu Feng chuckled. "As long as you have Spirit Stones, anything can be discussed. My reputation is not unearned! Back in my day, I..."
CLINK! CLINK!
With two light sounds, Shen Lang took out twenty Low Grade Spirit Stones and placed them on the table.
"I want to ask about the fate of the world." Shen Lang’s gaze was profound as he stared at Gu Feng.
Gu Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped the grease from his mouth with his sleeve, and a smile appeared in his eyes. "You already know the fate of the world, so why ask me?"
Shen Lang’s heart pounded. He said grimly, "I can guess the situation, but I don’t know the outcome."
"The world will undergo a cataclysmic change. The Nine-Star Linked Pearls will align, and the Human Realm will fall into great chaos. The Blood Ancestor Tomb will appear. At that time, the survival of the entire Human Realm will be decided in an instant. And as for how it will all turn out... everything will depend on you!"
Shen Lang’s expression remained unchanged. He leaned back in his chair and asked coolly, "Then what will my fate be? Life, or death?"
"I cannot calculate it. Although I can know the past and future, my Magical Power is limited, after all. It’s impossible for me to foresee everything. Besides, your destiny is peculiar. In this world, I can calculate what will happen to others in the future, but I cannot calculate yours. Everything depends on your own fortune."
Gu Feng said in all seriousness, "Destiny is a very strange thing. You can say it doesn’t exist, or you can say it does. But whether it exists or not, when a person becomes powerful enough to defy the heavens and change their fate, they can control their own destiny and twist it. So, what becomes of you in the future is all up to you."
"I can’t give you any advice about the matters in the Blood Ancestor Tomb, nor can I help you escape this trial. But seeing as you’re so generous, I’ll write a few words for you to give you a bit of guidance on other things."
As he spoke, Gu Feng took out a thin sheet of paper, bit his fingertip, and quickly scribbled a few words on it. Then, he crumpled it into a ball and handed it to Shen Lang.
Shen Lang took the note. Just as he was about to unfold it, his expression changed drastically!
Gu Feng, who had been sitting across from him just fine a moment ago, had vanished without a sound!
Shen Lang shot to his feet. The doors and windows of the private room were all shut tight, with nothing out of the ordinary. For the first time, a strange feeling arose in his heart!
Even when a powerhouse like Zuo Wentian had appeared back then, he hadn’t batted an eye.
At this moment, he possessed the millennia of memories from the War Emperor, the Master of War God Hall. His cultivation was already sufficient to kill Xuanwu Realm powerhouses head-on, and he had the Silver Eyes of Truth that could see through all illusions...
And yet, he hadn’t seen through this old man, Gu Feng, at all. He had no idea how he had vanished!
For the first time, Shen Lang felt that someone was truly unfathomable.
This Gu Feng, who called himself the Master of All Things, was just like a fortune-teller. Except for the initial matter of Illusion Mist City, everything else he said was vague and hard to take seriously.
As for the fatal trial, it was just like a roadside fortune-teller telling someone they would face a bloody calamity. In this world of Martial Artists, there was nothing more absurd.
If you went out into the street now, grabbed any passing Martial Artist, and told them they would face a fatal trial soon, you’d probably be right.
Especially with a time frame spanning several months.
In a world where Martial Arts reigned supreme and the weak were prey for the strong, you could die on the road just by leaving the city.
Not even a child would believe something like a "fatal trial."
As for the matter of the Blood Ancestor Tomb, the legend of the Nine-Star Linked Pearls had long been a widespread rumor.
But Shen Lang knew even more. He knew that the start of the Nine-Star Linked Pearls alignment and the appearance of the Blood Ancestor Tomb would become a great calamity for the Human Realm, making the world even more chaotic and bloody.
With a legend like that, it was difficult to tell truth from falsehood when anyone spoke of it.
As for Gu Feng saying that the survival of the Human Realm depended on him, Shen Lang scoffed at the very idea.
It was like a scammer running up to a child on the street and saying, "I have a secret martial arts manual, the *Tathagata Divine Palm*. Take it. From now on, the fate of the world rests on your shoulders..."
It wasn’t just absurd; it was preposterous.
It was a lie meant to deceive people, utterly simple and without any basis or supporting information.
And that last part about destiny was as good as saying nothing at all—it was more nonsensical than utter nonsense.
The only things Shen Lang couldn’t figure out were how the old man knew that people from the Holy Light Sect were after him, and his sudden disappearance.
What happened in Illusion Mist City had already occurred and had likely spread.
But the fact that Gao Jingtian had arranged a contingency before his death, found Qian Luo of the Holy Light Sect, and that Qian Luo was now outside the city—that was not something an ordinary person could possibly know.
Even if it were a coincidence, it couldn’t be *that* much of a coincidence.
And the old man had disappeared right in front of Shen Lang’s eyes!
To achieve such a feat, one needed a cultivation at the King Martial Realm or higher.
The King Martial Realm was also known as the Ruyi Realm. Those at this level could ascend to the heavens or enter the earth, transform into a great tree or a tiny insect—they could do as they pleased.
The crucial point was, even a King Martial Realm expert shouldn’t be able to hide from his Silver Eyes of Truth!
And yet, when Shen Lang had just used his Silver Eyes of Truth to check, he hadn’t found anything abnormal at all!
’I just wanted to find someone well-informed to ask about Illusion Mist City. I never expected to run into such a bizarre person. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.’
Shen Lang’s fingers tapped lightly on the table, one after another.
Everything this Elder Gu Feng said and did was exactly like a common charlatan.
He would spout ambiguous words, then show off some impressive trick at the end to make you believe everything he’d said before.
However, in Shen Lang’s eyes, a character that even his Silver Eyes of Truth couldn’t see through was probably not as simple as a common charlatan.
Shen Lang brought the crumpled paper ball Gu Feng had left behind closer and smoothed it out.
WHOOSH!
The moment the note was unfolded, it burst into flames!
But even as quickly as it burned, Shen Lang still managed to imprint the few words written on the note into his mind.
"Be careful of the blade you carry on your back."
