Chapter 108: Peering Heaven and Observing Earth (Bonus Chapter for Ally

Feng Nipo’s appearance was impressive.

After learning she was a spirit medium, Xiao Yu imagined in her mind an old woman, short and stout, hunched shoulders, face twisted in a false smile yet radiating a faintly sinister aura.

Feng Nipo looked barely thirty, with not a trace of her actual 130 years—saying she was “eternally youthful” was no exaggeration.

Though she appeared young, Feng Nipo bore not the slightest hint of seductiveness.

She stood nearly two meters tall, with broad, straight shoulders, a round face like a full moon, a shaved head, a square mouth, large ears, clear eyes, sparse eyebrows—she still carried a hint of feminine grace, yet her spirit was mighty, her bearing robust and fierce, rivaling any man.

This fearsome abbess’s appearance stunned Xiao Yu.

—She must truly have some skill.

A flicker of anticipation stirred in her heart—she hoped Feng Nipo could activate the Purple Mansion for a while.

“Dry Mother, have some tea!” Xiao Yu handed her a cup.

Feng Nipo stared at her for a long while, then smiled: “You’re excellent—your essence is full, your qi vigorous, your inner spirit radiant. Among the youth of Tianmen Town, aside from those few with great fortune and the direct disciples of the Immortal, you rank first!”

Ah, but more important is your character.

Even the greatest heroes and martial masters, if stripped of their divine powers and martial arts one day, would collapse into despair and lethargy.

At your young age, you already possess such broad-mindedness and unyielding resolve—your future is boundless.

“Dry Mother, you flatter me,” Xiao Yu feigned bashfulness.

She found it odd.

The moment she called “Dry Mother,” “Great Annihilation Dad” activated.

That was expected.

But the Purple Mansion seemed stuck in a “Schrödinger state”—about to unfold, yet not yet unfolding.

If the Purple Mansion began to unfold, it meant Feng Nipo’s methods could threaten her.

If the Purple Mansion remained still, it meant Feng Nipo posed no threat, and she could kill her at will.

Now, stuck between unfolding and not unfolding—it was strange.

“Grandma, shouldn’t we begin?” Jin Lian urged anxiously.

She quickly added: “Your divine art takes time. It’s already past the hour of Si; noon is near. I’ve prepared a grand feast for you—don’t let it wait.”

Feng Nipo sipped her tea slowly before replying: “Is the quiet room ready?”

Jin Lian rose and led Feng Nipo up to the wooden pavilion.

On the second floor, a ten-square-meter empty room had been cleared.

The windows were already narrow, now covered with thick curtains—inside, it was pitch dark, requiring candles to see.

“Hmm, cleaned well enough. Bring a few chairs—we must sit to perform the ‘Great Pure Buddha Method of Peering Heaven and Observing Earth.’” The mighty nun said coolly.

Xiao Yu’s cheek muscles twitched slightly as she eagerly said: “Sister Jin Lian and Dry Mother, wait—I’ll fetch the chairs for you.”

She, Chun’er, and Ziying carried two wicker chairs and a small table up to the pavilion.

Feng Nipo sat facing south and said: “You, lacking any fortune, all leave. Hmm, Little Fengxian—you have some innate spiritual potential. You may stay.”

Jin Lian waved frantically to dismiss the maids.

Xiao Yu stood obediently behind Jin Lian’s chair.

When the wooden door of the pavilion creaked shut, Feng Nipo reached into a porcelain bowl on the table, took pure water without roots, and wiped her mouth, ears, nose, chin, and finally washed her hands.

“Namo, Latana, Tana yaya, Namo, Datha Agada Aya~~~”

Feng Nipo’s facial expressions were wildly vivid—filled with reverence and fervor.

Her hands moved rapidly up and down, her mouth chanting incantations Xiao Yu didn’t understand but felt deeply rhythmic and powerful.

Xiao Yu thought it might be Sanskrit, but she didn’t know Sanskrit, so she wasn’t sure.

After chanting for about three minutes, Feng Nipo paused to catch her breath, then began speaking normal nonsense: “Supreme Elder, haste by the decree! Queen Mother, listen to me—I am a celestial immortal of Tianmen, here today as Jin Lian’s guest. To know your past and future, quickly reveal it to me~~~ Ma li ma li hong, Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Lie Zhen Zai Qian~~~~ Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, ice, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, A ya ya ya~~~~”

Xiao Yu wanted to say: Reverend, your mighty appearance clashes terribly with this sneaky spirit-medium act! Why not grab a three-zhang guandao and pretend Guan Gong has possessed you?

“Huh? What’s going on?”

As Xiao Yu was mentally mocking her, she suddenly noticed the Purple Mansion had begun to slowly unfold.

Feng Nipo’s aura had changed. Well, ever since she began chanting, her aura had been shifting.

But now her eyes were clear, her expression supremely confident—even arrogant—and she spoke softly: “With the aid of the Buddha Ancestor, the Dao Ancestor, and the Queen Mother, I have glimpsed the hidden secrets of heaven and earth.

Jin Lian, your fate lies before me as clearly as the lines on my palm.”

Frankly, seeing her act like this, Jin Lian’s image of “Divine Grandma” had crumbled a little.

After all, Jin Lian was superstitious, but her mind was sound.

Now she felt awkward and said: “Please, Grandma, guide me.”

Feng Nipo spoke calmly: “Yesterday afternoon, by the purple bamboo grove west of the Yingxiang City God Temple, you handed a red embroidered pouch depicting mandarin ducks playing in water to Master Wen Ruyu.

You told him—‘All my feelings are inside.’

Master Wen unfastened the pouch and saw a lock of hair inside—he understood your heart.

But he hesitated, stammered, saying his grandmother, Lady Guan of the Wen family, wished to match him with Lady Yingying of the Guan family’s main branch.”

Jin Lian’s face changed, tense: “How did Grandma know this? Did that scoundrel Wen Ruyu publicly reveal my ‘Biao You Mei’ affair?”

“Biao You Mei” was originally a poem from the Book of Songs, where a woman expresses her love to a man.

Jin Lian had pulled Master Wen into the corner to give him the pouch with hair inside—this was indeed “Biao You Mei.”

Feng Nipo said coolly: “Master Wen would never gossip about your private affair. Grandma possesses the ‘Great Pure Buddha Method of Peering Heaven and Observing Earth’—once activated, I know all things under heaven and earth.”

She paused, then added: “Last night, returning to Hongxiu Courtyard, you didn’t sleep until the third watch. Lying in bed, you wept until the fourth watch before falling asleep. This morning, you drank only half a bowl of millet porridge and ate a little less than half a flower bun.

Three days ago, you told Chun’er that summer had come, and tomorrow you’d replace the gauze curtain at the back window—it had been used a year, grown dirty, and you wanted the newest ‘Great Qin Gentlemen’s Orchid’ from the ‘Four Seasons Shop’ in Dongcheng.

Chun’er forgot, so you pulled her ear and scolded her for half an incense stick.

And the night before last, in the ‘Peony Pavilion’ in the front courtyard of Hongxiu Courtyard, you...”

Feng Nipo spoke as if reciting a pre-written document—calm, continuous, without pause or hesitation.

Jin Lian was first shocked, then her expression gradually transformed into awe and reverence.

More reverent than when she’d greeted Feng Nipo at the door—her fear outweighed her reverence.

Xiao Yu was also unsettled.

The Purple Mansion’s unfolding had ended.

The result was absurd: use “Slay Ghosts and Gods” from the “Tiger Soul Seven Kill” technique, strike suddenly, pierce Feng Nipo’s chest—only one vital point: the spleen.

No analysis of cause or effect—only the “Kill Dad Method” was given.

“Ah, the Purple Mansion’s specialty is only ‘Kill Dad’—don’t expect it to do anything else.”

Xiao Yu wasn’t disappointed by the Purple Mansion’s limitations—only a little regretful.

Feng Nipo suddenly turned to Xiao Yu and asked: “Do you have doubts about my Peering Heaven and Observing Earth?”

Xiao Yu quickly composed herself and replied respectfully: “I am truly astonished—unable to comprehend, I harbor slight doubts.”

Feng Nipo smiled faintly: “Last night, Ziying brought you three bowls of rice, two fried dough sticks, and a large bowl of mixed stew—containing cold-mixed bean curd skin, garlic sprouts stir-fried with pork, chicken broth stewed with old cabbage, two and a half fried dough sticks, and two large bones for broth.”

Xiao Yu’s expression turned strange as she nodded: “Dry Mother’s divine power is supreme—it’s exactly so!”

Feng Nipo’s smile also grew peculiar: “After dinner, you pulled the daughter of Jade-Faced Wenqu down into the pool, used a special internal force technique, and whispered private words to her.”

Xiao Yu’s face changed slightly—she nearly couldn’t resist launching “Slay Ghosts and Gods” to pierce Feng Nipo’s spleen—the Purple Mansion’s expertise in “Kill Dad” was always trustworthy.

“Dry Mother, take me as your disciple! I want to become a spirit medium too... cough, I mean, a nun!”

She didn’t draw her sword, but rushed forward, seized Feng Nipo’s hand, and cried out excitedly.

Feng Nipo was caught off guard, stunned for a moment, then smiled in satisfaction.

—This little Fengxian is a bit odd, but her erratic behavior proves she’s truly been subdued by my divine art!

Feng Nipo felt pleased inside, her smile widening: “Child, what nonsense are you speaking? With your character, bearing, and sword talent, you’ll surely become a ‘Little Five Supreme Sword Maiden’ one day.

With such a bright future ahead, why would you compete with an old nun for scraps?”

“Little Fengxian, don’t be rude to Grandma!” Jin Lian hurried over and pulled Xiao Yu away.

“Grandma, you’ve barely begun your Peering Heaven and Observing Earth—don’t stop, keep going!”

Jin Lian gazed at Feng Nipo with desperate longing: “I want to know where my destined one lies!”

Feng Nipo smiled: “Marriage is destined by heaven. As long as you follow your true heart and make your choices, you will surely find your destined partner.”

“But what if the one I choose isn’t good? Grandma, please guide me!” Jin Lian knelt on the ground, clutching Feng Nipo’s legs and pleading.

Feng Nipo pondered: “Peering Heaven and Observing Earth can reveal heavenly fate, but cannot control or alter your destiny.”

“Grandma, have mercy~~” Jin Lian wailed.

Xiao Yu wanted to say: Sister Jin Lian, hurry downstairs and bring some gold ingots to offer Grandma!

But Feng Nipo wasn’t so pragmatic.

After hesitating, she sighed and said mournfully: “Very well, very well—our meeting today is fate. Grandma will risk offending the Dao Ancestor and the Queen Mother to secure you a great future.”

She leaned close to Jin Lian’s ear and whispered: “I can’t say more—I can only tell you, you will soon encounter an opportunity capable of changing your fate.

Seize it, and you’ll rise like a phoenix; miss it, and you won’t lose anything—but you’ll never dream of ‘heaven-sent greatness.’”

Jin Lian’s eyes sparkled, her face flushed with excitement: “Where is this opportunity? When will it come?”

“From the east, tied to the superior realm—within seven days, the truth will be revealed!” Feng Nipo spoke mysteriously.

“Grandma, what should I do?” Jin Lian asked again.

Feng Nipo thought a moment: “As the saying goes, fate is ordained by heaven—but the saying also says, success lies in human effort.

Heaven has only laid out a rough outline of your destiny.

Your own efforts will largely determine its precise shape.”

Xiao Yu was surprised: This spirit medium could actually speak “human words”—and very profound ones at that.

"I want to try, and I will try—but how do I even begin?" Jin Lian exclaimed in agitation.

Feng Ni Po nodded toward Xiao Yu and said, "Why don’t you just work hard and practice swordplay with Xiao Fengxian?"

"Strive to cultivate the Nine Petal Sword, and within seven days, manifest the 'Seductive Noble Qi' of the 'Little Peony Sword'—it will surely yield miraculous results!"

"Seductive Noble Qi." Jin Lian’s face turned as red as a monkey’s rump.

Xiao Yu felt four parts awkwardness and six parts wariness: whether this old nun could foretell the future was still uncertain, but her insight into the past seemed genuinely profound.

She didn’t just know the broad strokes—Feng Ni Po could recount even the smallest details.

Like the "Seductive Noble Qi" of the "Little Peony Sword."

Xiao Yu had never even said those words herself; she had only explained to Jin Lian the "free and unbridled feminine spirit."

Clearly, to offer the assessment of "Seductive Noble Qi," Feng Ni Po must have fully grasped the entirety of the "free and unbridled feminine spirit."

This was extremely terrifying.

If she possessed such supernatural insight, why bother bowing to a "father"—she could just steal all the secret martial arts manuals from every great martial hero in Tianmen Town!