Chapter 103

Chapter 103

As the final narration ended, the system panel in Bai Yi’s view refreshed, displaying the completion task for this world.

[Optional Task One: “I Admit I’m Just a Novice”]

[The difference between immortals and mortals is like a vast chasm! Faced with the forceful exposure by a disciple of an immortal sect, what can you, a mere mortal, do besides accepting the mockery? Rather than stubbornly resisting and getting humiliated, why not admit defeat in time? Considering your years of rapport with the county townsfolk and the fact that you haven’t caused any real harm, perhaps the consequences won’t be too severe?]

[To acknowledge one’s mistakes is the greatest virtue. If you can get through this, with your advanced skills of persuasion and personal charm, you have a high chance of regaining the hearts of the county people, winning over that immortal sect disciple, and turning misfortune into blessing. You might even learn real immortal techniques and become a genuine heavenly master and divine calculation!]

[Go for it, flattery will get you everywhere! Bowing your head now might lead to you becoming the master later. Who knows who’ll be flattering whom in the future!]

“How come you can make groveling and cowardice sound so passionate and inspiring...” Bai Yi couldn’t help but quip as he looked at the task description displayed on the panel. He seriously doubted, “System, are you sure I wrote your core program?”

He puffed his cheeks and moved his gaze downward.

[Optional Task Two: “Your Father Will Always Be Your Father”]

[Faced with the aggressive questioning from the immortal sect disciple, even if you’re just a powerless mortal, you refuse to submit. You decide to counter with an even stronger attitude, wrapping lies within bigger lies, completely shattering his doubts, making him realize who’s the father and who’s the son. This will make him question his own judgment, then humbly apologize to you, admitting his mistake and bowing his head.]

[Although no one knows how a mere mortal like you can prove yourself, you’re determined to let everyone know—]

[—”I’m not a charlatan, I’m a heavenly master!”]

[Note: Please choose one of the above optional tasks to complete. Different tasks will lead the character down different fate lines, with final rewards related to the difficulty of the different tasks.]

Looking at the bold task description, Bai Yi fell into three seconds of silence. “...”

“Although I don’t know how to prove myself, I’m supposed to just charge in and confront him head-on... System, you’re really frank,” he repeated the line from the task description, which seemed to be mocking either the system itself or taking the opportunity to mock Bai Yi.

He spent a second putting himself in his character’s shoes—

“That’s right, I earned the title of divine calculation through my own abilities, why should I choose to give it up?” he muttered, nodding, feeling quite indignant.

“Isn’t it just about predicting good and bad fortune, foreseeing the future, divining fate?”

“Isn’t that something you can just make up as you go?”

As the task prompt disappeared, the frozen space around him gradually resumed its flow. The crowd on the street came back to life, with buzzing discussions surrounding him.

Two figures were still confronting each other in front of the mansion gate.

Under everyone’s gaze, the young heavenly master, who had seemed to fall into silence earlier, slowly raised his lowered head. It was as if a different soul had been injected into his entire body. His pitch-black eyes gradually lit up with a different kind of brilliance.

Su Huajia looked at him in surprise.

Although it was just a brief moment, the person before him seemed completely different from the inside out.

“—I accept your challenge.”

Meeting everyone’s gaze, the young Taoist raised his chin.

His tone was calm, yet filled with intense confidence.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yi didn’t move. Instead, he calmly shook his head and spoke unhurriedly. “Since you doubt my abilities, I’d like to seek your guidance first—” He pointed at the Zhang family’s gate. “As Young Master Zhang’s fate is currently uncertain, why don’t you divine it first?”

“Oh? Are we comparing our divination results?” Su Huajia looked disappointed. Although his skills were not refined and he hadn’t mastered the profound art of divination, he could still easily determine the fortune or misfortune of an ordinary person’s feng shui and luck.

Moreover, he didn’t even need to calculate. At a glance, he could see that the Zhang family’s house was shrouded in misfortune, with extremely poor feng shui. The Zhang couple seemed particularly ill-fated, appearing to have a destiny of being childless.

Despite this, Su Huajia still took out his turtle shell and carefully performed a divination according to the methods taught by his sect.

Finally, he put away the turtle shell and spoke, “Young Master Zhang is already dead. Prepare for the funeral.”

After saying this, he ignored the shocked and disbelieving faces of the Zhang couple and turned to look at Bai Yi. “It’s your turn now. Surely you’re not going to just repeat what I said?”

“Of course not,” Bai Yi had quickly slipped into his charlatan persona, even changing his form of address, “How could this poor Taoist be such a person?”

Su Huajia’s expression improved slightly, showing some pride as a disciple of an immortal sect. “I divined first, so I won’t take advantage of you. If you can determine either the cause or the time of his death, I’ll consider it your victory.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Bai Yi continued to smile and shake his head, “I told you, no one understands divination better than me!”

Under Su Huajia’s confused and puzzled gaze, he looked up slightly and uttered four words. “Load save, start over.”

As Bai Yi’s words faded, everything around them froze for an instant. Quickly, as if chalk writing on a blackboard was easily erased, the world twisted, melted, and then reassembled.

A new cycle unfolded, and the game restarted.

The world unfurled like a newly opened scroll. As Bai Yi opened his eyes within his physical form, the familiar transitional dialogue echoed in his ears, with the familiar NPC standing opposite him.

“...You’ve been deceiving everyone with your tricks for so long. Today, I, Su Huajia, will expose your charade in front of everyone!”

“—Do you dare to accept the challenge?”

On the bustling street, the red-lacquered gates were slightly ajar. Su Huajia, dressed in fine clothes and a jade crown, glared at the young Taoist before him, seemingly having delivered his most lethal blow.

The young Taoist standing opposite him wore flowing blue robes and maintained a silent demeanor, exuding an air of calm transcendence.

“That won’t be necessary,” he said.

Under everyone’s gaze, he let out a soft sigh and shook his head, about to leave. His movements were unhurried, not like someone fleeing in panic, but rather as if he was completely ignoring Su Huajia, too lazy to argue with him and unconcerned whether others believed him or not.

That calm and composed demeanor had its own charm.

As he stepped forward, the crowd inexplicably parted for him, as if infected by some intangible aura.

The young Taoist thus walked casually through the crowd and drifted away. Only one sentence lingered in everyone’s ears for a long time.

“Young Master Zhang is already dead. Prepare for the funeral.”

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