Chapter 1 Part 2

He stared blankly at the dim ceiling. He hadn’t expected that upon waking, over five hundred years had passed in this world… His Sect Leader Martial Nephew, and those senior brothers who had raised him like a son—they must all have passed away by now.

Chu Yi smiled bitterly. He had vied to be the Reverse Heaven’s Fate Method’s Array Eye to save their lives, yet by a twist of fate, he was the one who survived.

He had been the last disciple of the previous Tianji Sect leader. Born under the Six Relatives Severed Lone Ghost Fate, after his parents died, no one in the village dared take him in.

Fortunately, her master had divined their master-disciple bond and brought him back.

He was highly talented, descending the mountain earlier than all his senior brothers—at just fifteen.

Of course, he sometimes wondered if it was because his karmic ties to kin were shallow, forcing his master to send him down early to do good deeds and earn Merit, lest he drag down his brothers and nephews.

Yet his bond with his senior brothers remained strong. Even after descending, they kept in touch, occasionally gathering back at the sect.

Until Tianshun Year 3.

That year, a great drought scorched the land under relentless sun; rivers dried up, and countless commoners died of thirst and starvation, even resorting to cannibalism.

He and his senior brothers had finally gathered six Ancient Magic Artifacts and used the Reverse Heaven’s Fate Method to summon a downpour.

His final memory was of the Heavenly Book’s sacrifice, his five viscera and six bowels shattered as he became a blood-soaked figure, his Sect Leader Martial Nephew’s anguished cry in the rain still vivid…

He should have died, right? His soul had been transported five hundred years into the future, and this body was his reincarnation—he had seen it in the memories.

Now, with his primary soul returned and Merit fulfilled, he had escaped the cycle of reincarnation…

“You’re finally awake. I thought you’d sleep till evening.” Before Chu Yi could sort his thoughts, the door pushed open, and someone entered with a teasing tone.

From this body’s memories, Chu Yi recognized him as the man who followed President Yu—Director Mo had called him Assistant Ouyang.

Yet he shouldn’t know him, so he asked, “You are…?”

“You don’t remember?”

Assistant Ouyang’s lips curved in a sly grin. Without complaint, he recounted the entire incident in detail, emphasizing how Chu Yi had clung to President Yu’s pants—even in heatstroke-induced unconsciousness, refusing to let go.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen Cousin Xian… I mean, President Yu, so embarrassed! His face turned ashen, hahahaha…” Ouyang Yuyuan chortled like a machine gun, his glee unmasked. This sleazy aura clashed wildly with his bespectacled, suited elite image.

After a while, the assistant finally laughed his fill, cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth. “Ahem, the crew doctor hooked you up to an IV. President Yu had me bring you back. You’ve had it rough—this thousand bucks is for your recovery.”

Right in front of Chu Yi, he pulled a wad of red bills from his pocket, counted out half, then moved to pocket the other half.

Seeing Chu Yi stare blankly, he declared righteously, “What? I’ve waited all afternoon—splitting the compensation is fair, right?”

But then, noticing the sparse, bare furnishings in Chu Yi’s cramped, dim rental, his tanned face, and skinny frame, his eyes turned guilty. Sheepishly, he said, “Fine, fine. For daring to yank my Cousin Xian’s pants and make him change color, here—take it all.”

He combined the two stacks and handed them over.

Chu Yi found it amusing and refused. “No merit, no reward. Sir… take it back. I’m fine.”

Strictly speaking, today’s mishap was his fault. It was gracious enough they hadn’t demanded compensation—how could he accept theirs?

He hadn’t stared at Ouyang for the money, but because his Tian Cang and Di Ku were plump, his nose bridge straight, and the tip rounded without exposed nostrils—a face of wealth and nobility.

Such stinginess ill suited his prosperous fate… Though he’d seen plenty of miserly rich folk before, he wasn’t offended by the amount.

But as Chu Yi pushed the money halfway back, his stomach let out a thunderous “gurgle,” twisting several times—the sound so loud it probably reached outside.

Ouyang Yuyuan blinked, his face twitching with barely suppressed laughter.

Chu Yi: “…”

Recalling this body’s dwindling savings and two days without food, his expression turned slightly embarrassed, and he couldn’t continue refusing.

He wasn’t one to suffer pridefully. Thick-skinned, he took it back. “Since Assistant Ouyang insists, I’ll read your face in return. Consider this payment for the reading.”

His Dantian was empty now, devoid of Cultivation Base, but simple Face Reading posed no issue.

Ouyang Yuyuan was delighted. “You do Face Reading too!”

Leaning back leisurely, he said, “Go on then. Tell me what you see. Don’t say my Hall of Impression is dark, foretelling a Blood Light Disaster soon.”

Chu Yi studied him intently for a moment, his expression turning peculiar: “…”

Author’s Note:

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