Chapter 170: Fortune-Teller: Let Me See This Sage

Monster Circus.

Inside the massive tent, lights blazed brightly; unlike ordinary circuses with just one large stage, this tent housed many stages of various sizes.

And all the performers were deformed individuals: a two-headed giant exchanging dark jokes, a girl with a flock of white mice walking a tightrope, a boy with snake-like scales diving through fire rings, and a clown using an extra arm growing from his back to juggle and spin with three hands.

These deformed people, once avoided by everyone, were now surrounded by cheering children, their young faces glowing with bright smiles.

“How wonderful!”

Yude watched this harmonious scene and couldn’t help exclaiming aloud, a hint of envy appearing on his withered face.

For the first time, he realized that deformed people like himself could also be welcomed.

“Indeed, it’s impressive—Mr. the Ringmaster gave these people a place to belong,” Xia Mingyu remarked in admiration.

After all, even on Blue Star, there was no good solution for caring for deformed people; for this magician ringmaster to achieve this in a world without human rights, resembling a medieval fantasy realm, was undoubtedly worthy of his respect.

“Elder Sage, may I wander on my own?”

“Of course.”

Afterwards, Xia Mingyu parted ways with Yude and wandered alone through the noisy circus.

“Let me see your future.”

Not long after, Xia Mingyu stopped before a wooden hut bearing this sign.

The phrase itself didn’t catch his attention—what puzzled him was that the children entering this hut all went in laughing but came out crying.

Driven by curiosity, he stepped inside.

Inside stood a wooden table, and before it sat a young man dressed as a fortune-teller, chin propped on his hand, idly playing with a crystal ball.

He had short emerald hair and greenish eyes; unlike ordinary people, he possessed three eyes.

His third eye, like a forcibly embedded emerald gem, stood motionless at the center of his brow, radiating an emotionless aura.

Upon seeing Xia Mingyu—black-haired, black-eyed, and tall—he flickered a glance of surprise, then quickly recovered, forcing a false smile onto his fairly handsome face.

“Pleasure to meet you, the famed Elder Sage. I am Cilier, the Three-Eyed Fortune-Teller. Would you like to see your future?” Cilier raised an eyebrow.

“Sure, but could you tell me why all those children came out crying?” Xia Mingyu asked, frowning.

“They? Always dreaming of becoming lords, nobles, knights, or mages—I simply told them their future was to be a carpenter or a farmer, and they couldn’t accept it, bursting into tears.” Cilier shook his head with a light chuckle.

He found their childishness amusing; in a world where identity protections determined one’s fate, he didn’t need to see the future—everyone’s role was already sealed.

“Elder Sage, if I show you a grim future, don’t cry, okay?” the fortune-teller teased.

Xia Mingyu rolled his eyes, too lazy to speak, and silently placed his hand on the crystal ball.

Cilier prepared himself to observe the future.

After being transformed into a lower devil by the Ringmaster, he had luckily gained the ability to glimpse fragments of living beings’ futures.

But this ability drained immense energy and couldn’t be used lightly; thus, the futures he’d shown the children were merely deduced from the protective marks on their heads and their clothing.

“Let me see—what brilliant future does this Elder Sage, rumored to be a living saint, possess?”

A flicker of excitement crossed Cilier’s face; as magic surged into him, the emerald eye on his brow gradually glowed with a faint glow.

Yet as time passed, he sensed something wrong—no matter how much magic he poured in, the future of this Elder Sage remained a murky, gray fog.

No good—if this continued, he couldn’t satisfy his curiosity!

Moreover, he knew his own Ringmaster was deeply interested in this Elder Sage; this was also helping the Ringmaster.

Clenching his teeth, Cilier gritted his resolve and channeled all his magic into his third eye.

The mist inside the crystal ball slowly cleared, revealing a vision:

In a grand hall, a black-haired, black-eyed monarch sat upon a throne high above, while countless fervent subjects cheered below.

The monarch rose and said: “I have a dream...”

The next instant, the crystal ball shattered. Cilier felt an unprecedented agony surge through his mind—he collapsed, clutching his third eye, writhing and screaming on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Xia Mingyu froze, almost suspecting the man was faking it for compensation.

As he reached into his pocket to pull out a healing potion, the Ringmaster of the circus appeared beside him as if teleporting.

The magician regarded Xia Mingyu with grave expression, then lightly tapped Cilier’s forehead with his magic wand.

Instantly, the fortune-teller sank into deep, infant-like sleep.

“My apologies, Elder Sage. One of my troupe members had an accident—forgive the disturbance.” The magician bowed slightly in apology.

“It’s fine. I lost nothing. As long as he’s unharmed.” Xia Mingyu shrugged.

“I’ll handle the rest. Please continue enjoying my circus. May you have a pleasant evening.” With that, the magician knelt, placed his hand on the fortune-teller’s forehead, and a flash of purple-gold light passed.

“That heterochromatic eye Ringmaster... seems incredibly strong.”

After leaving the wooden hut, Xia Mingyu wandered aimlessly, pondering the magician’s sudden teleportation beside him.

Unconsciously, he arrived at the largest stage in the tent.

A beautiful woman with long, deep-blue hair, like the River Ye, danced gracefully on stage to music.

Her six arms unfolded like blooming lotus petals; twelve ribbons twined around her fingertips wove a flowing rainbow net in the air—crimson like leaping flames, indigo like rolling ocean waves.

At the peak of the music, the blue-haired woman suddenly rose onto her toes and spun violently—the ribbons tore through the air with a string-like hum, her six arms blurred into motion, and her entire body became a dazzling kaleidoscope.

“Ooooh, big sister is so beautiful!”

The children before the stage waved their hands and cheered; for these innocent children, beauty was the highest praise.

“So beautiful!” Xia Mingyu couldn’t help but exclaim.

He had never seen such a beautiful dance before—this woman had transformed her innate deformity into radiant aesthetic art on stage.

When the dance ended, the blue-haired woman bowed deeply to the children below.

As she straightened, she naturally noticed Xia Mingyu towering above the crowd of small children.

In the instant their eyes met, the woman smiled at him—a gentle, watery smile.

(End of Chapter)