Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 439: Little joke, you are really a hidden talent~

"One hexagram only costs one hundred spirit stones. It can predict good and bad luck, and ask about true love. There is nothing you can't predict, only what you can't imagine. If it doesn't work, don't use the spirit stones."

"Come and take a look, take a look~"

Even though there was no one else here except Rong Shu and his group, the fortune teller still tried hard to sell his goods, as if he was not in the deep mountains or old forests, but in a crowded downtown.

Rong Shu: "Another fortune teller..."

Si Chenbi next to him: (?w? ) Hmm?

Facing the faint accusation revealed in the girl's dead fish eyes, Rong Shu quickly explained: "Ahem, Chen Bi, I'm not talking about you. I also met a fortune teller on the way here."

Si Chenbi: ヽ(=??w??=)丿Understand~

When Rong Shu approached the fortune-telling stall, he suddenly felt that the fortune-teller in front of him looked familiar.

Feng Qianli was one step faster than her and took off the small black round glasses he used for fortune-telling.

"why you?"

“…Oh my god! Old Duan!”

"Little joke! Why are you here?"

Three exclamations sounded at the same time.

Despite Duan Yuyan's annoying face, he was wearing a brand new Taoist robe, no longer shabby and plain as before. His hair was neatly combed, with a small strand of hair separated and braided into a slightly flirty braid that hung in front of him.

He smiled widely, as if completely unaware of Rong Shu and the others. "Everyone, would you like a divination? I calculated with my fingers, and your foreheads are black. This means disaster will occur today, and it must be resolved as soon as possible~"

Lu Zhuo opened his jade fan with a swish and spoke elegantly, "Speak, people!"

Duan Yuyan: "Oh, you are in trouble."

"Would you like to have your fortune told? One hundred spirit stones for each fortune. If it doesn't work, it's free."

Feng Qianli crossed his arms and snorted coldly: "Could this be a fake Duan Yuyan? Wearing a human skin mask? Or using a disguise pill?"

Lu Zhuo agreed: "It's possible, Lao Feng, why don't you try to peel off his skin and prove his authenticity?"

Rong Shu snorted softly, then took a step forward calmly, saying, "There are dealers in the academy selling my fake signature for a high price. One signature costs three thousand spirit stones, and the demand is far exceeding supply..."

The next second, a roar was heard.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—"

"You actually took advantage of me being away and did something so evil and unforgivable! You deserve to be doing this dirty work like selling autographs!!!"

Identify authenticity in one second, it’s that simple.

Rong Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at Si Chenbi and the other two. As expected, he successfully received admiring gazes from the three of them.

"Old Duan~ How did you sneak in?"

"Wow, there's a senior sister right here. You won't be kicked out in public, right?"

Since he couldn't pretend anymore, Duan Yuyan didn't bother to pretend anymore. He rolled his eyes and said, "Can't I just walk in openly?"

Yun Su, who was usually talkative, remained silent after seeing Duan Yuyan.

At this time, she spoke quietly: "Since Junior Brother is here, and is friends with Junior Sister Rong Shu and the others, then I guess there is no need for me to lead the way."

Duan Yuyan bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister Yun Shu."

"I can take care of them, so there's no need for you, Senior Sister."

Yun Shu glanced at him with an ambiguous look and chuckled, "That's fine."

"When friends reunite, it's time to have a good time, but Junior Brother, please don't let Junior Sister Rong Shu and the others miss the freshman ceremony."

After saying that, Yun Shu turned around and flew away.

As soon as the person left, Duan Yuyan's forced calm demeanor immediately revealed its true colors, like a deflated ball.

"The person has finally left. Why did you end up with Yun Shu when you were fine..." Duan Yuyan raised his hand and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

But at this time, compared to Yun Shu, several people cared more about Duan Yuyan's true identity.

Rong Shu chuckled: "Little Duanzi, you are really a hidden talent~"

Lu Zhuo's eyes lit up. "Old Duan, you're not... originally a student of the Jixia Academy, are you? And you've kept it a secret from us for so long."

"That's right, that's so mean." Feng Qianli punched Duan Yuyan, and he staggered left and right.

Si Chenbi nodded silently: +1

Facing four accusing gazes, Duan Yuyan chuckled and spread his hands: "Surprised or not? Unexpected or not~"

"Tell me the truth! How did you become a student at the Jixia Academy?"

"If you confess, you will be given leniency! If you resist, you will be given strict punishment!"

Duan Yuyan shrugged: "Actually, the reason is very simple~"

"The Jixia Academy also had a teacher. When I was still an ignorant child, one of the teachers there saw my potential talent at first sight, accepted me as a disciple on the spot, and brought me back to the Jixia Academy... That's how it all happened~"

Rong Shu was a little skeptical. "Then how could you, as a disciple of the master of the academy, be short of spirit stones? And why did you come to Wenxin Academy to study? The cultivation resources of Jixia Academy are no worse than Wenxin Academy."

In fact, the Jixia Academy took the elite route, and with a small number of disciples, it was able to concentrate more training resources and focus on their training.

"Oh~" Duan Yuyan sighed.

"If I talk too much, I'll just cry~"

"Anyway, my master didn't like me working so hard at the academy, so he kicked me out. I had to be on my own. I heard that if I got into one of the four academies, I'd get free food and accommodation, so I came to Wenxin Academy."

"Forget it, don't talk about me anymore."

Duan Yuyan's expression suddenly became serious: "Right now, your business is the most important thing."

"us?"

"That's right. Every new student must attend a freshman ceremony, which is at Shikien."

Rong Shu pondered and said, "What was wrong with Senior Sister Yun Shu just now?"

"Ha~ You can still see it, you are not too stupid. If I wasn't worried that you would be sold out and help others count the money, I wouldn't come out." Duan Yuyan said.

"Inside the Jixia Academy, there's a saying: The freshman ceremony is both an entrance ceremony for new students and a carnival for veterans."

……

As soon as Yun Shu returned to Zigui Garden, an ancient coin was thrown towards her.

She turned her head away.

"Hey, Yun Shu, why did you come back empty-handed? Where is the freshman? Didn't you cheat him?" A young man was leaning on the stone railing, playing with a few ancient coins in his hands, with a playful smile on his face.

The girl with a messy hair, crunching fruit while sitting on the puppet's big hand, raised her hand to adjust her glasses when she heard this: "No way, Senior Sister Yun can actually make mistakes?"

"Hahaha! Yun Shu, you are such a disgrace!"

Yun Shu's head was throbbing with pain, and he cursed at the shirtless man who was laughing the most happily: "Shut up!"

In the Zigui Garden before us, one side of the originally intact wooden door was missing, and the remaining side was already crumbling.

And inside, it was already a mess.

In the pond, a few freshmen were flopping around like drowned rats, with bubbles bubbling out of their bodies.

On the branches, there were several miserable men and women hanging upside down in a neat row like fruits, crying out in pain.

What’s worse, the whole person was stuck in the white wall, with the head outside and the buttocks inside, unable to move.

These freshmen who were supposed to attend the freshman ceremony in all glory were now all bruised and covered in dust.

Next to them, an old student enthusiastically picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and drew crooked turtles on the face of the lying freshman.

"...This class of freshmen is really tough. There's only one tough one left."

Everyone's eyes, including Yun Shu, were cast towards the only freshman still standing in Zigui Garden.

The woman was dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, with a tall and well-proportioned figure. Her long black hair was tied up high in a simple and neat ponytail.

Despite his disordered breathing and beads of sweat on his forehead, his left hand holding the sword was still as steady as a rock.

Yun Shu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is this new student?"

The girl with the messy hair immediately answered, "According to the information, her name is Xing Xue, she's from Wenxin Academy, and she placed fifth in the Heroes Conference. Judging from her strength, Xing Xue is as strong as Lu Zhuo, who finished in the top four. It's just a pity that she met Feng Qianli, who placed second, in the quarterfinals, and unfortunately stopped there."

In the square, the freshmen who were forced to draw turtles on their faces because they admitted defeat discovered that the drawings were made with special ink that would not fade for a month, and they all let out howls of grief and anger.

"Senior Sister Xing Xue, you have to hold on!"

"Don't give in! This turtle painting won't come off in a month!"

"Damn it! These old students are so sinister! They always try to slap me in the face!"

The old students gathered in groups of three or five, watching the fun and not minding the trouble. They even started placing bets on how long Xing Xue could last.