Chapter 33: Could It Affect All of Human Civilization?

Zhang Chulan had been out of the spotlight for ten years, but back then, his grandfather Zhang Xilin’s teachings, combined with years of osmosis, meant he still knew about the Big Dipper.

Just one star could instantly eliminate two opponents, moving so fast he couldn’t even react.

Zhang Chulan even felt that if he were facing it directly, he still wouldn’t be able to react to such terrifying speed.

The techniques he developed using Yang Wu Lei were like child’s play compared to this Big Dipper Breathing Art.

“No big deal!!”

Seeing Zhang Chulan’s grim expression, Feng Baobao patted his shoulder and said, “This kid’s dangerous, but I can secretly bury him at night!!”

Zhang Chulan forced a weak smile, but he didn’t share Feng Baobao’s confidence.

“Looks like we need to have a talk with this guy!!” Xu Si lit another cigarette, drew deeply, then watched Luo Fu’s retreating back from the training ground, his tone heavy: “This guy will definitely be the biggest obstacle to Zhang Chulan winning the championship. Zhang Chulan has no chance against him.”

People from the North China region regarded Luo Fu as their number-one enemy. All other competitors felt the same.

But what made Luo Fu most troubling, compared to others, was his terrifying weight of fate authority. That’s the kind of power that, if Itachi merely dip into the Inner Vision to divine him, will instantly kill Itachi with backlash.

In the artificer lineage, such a weight of fate authority simply shouldn’t exist. Even during the ancient struggles for the dragon throne and the cauldron, when warlords rose everywhere, those potential dragons—even emperors—didn’t possess such a weight of fate authority!!

Wang Ye’s lips twitched. As an artificer, especially one who studied the Eight Marvelous Techniques—the pinnacle of the Qimen artificer path—his curiosity was just as strong.

But after seeing the fate of that artificer disciple from the Shu Zi Men, even Wang Ye dared not enter the Inner Vision to divine Luo Fu.

“Damn it!!” He rubbed his nose, suppressing his inner curiosity, and muttered: “What the hell is this guy? Even ancient emperors never had such a weight of fate authority!! Could it be that what he’ll do in the future will affect all of human civilization?”

In Wang Ye’s view, only someone who could truly alter the course of human civilization’s history would trigger instant death by backlash when divined in the Inner Vision.

But that shouldn’t be possible!!

After all, whether in the East, where they’re called Yiren, or in the West, where they’re called magic or alchemy, in this modern age of rampant technology, they’re all just hidden, shadowy corners.

Could a single Yiren truly affect the entire course of human civilization in the future?

The more he thought, the darker Wang Ye’s expression became. He could barely suppress his burning curiosity.

He took a deep breath, slapped his own face hard, and muttered to himself: “Calm down!! Calm down!! This kind of being is absolutely beyond your interference. If Itachi don’t want to die, don’t get this kind of curiosity!!”

Footsteps approached from afar.

Wang Ye, his face still red from the slap, turned to look behind him.

Zhu Ge Qing!!

His own reason for voluntarily entering the Luo Tian Da Jiao.

“Wudang Sect, Daoist Wang Ye?” Zhu Ge Qing spoke as if he’d already known Wang Ye’s identity: “If I’m not mistaken, Itachi’re also an artificer, aren’t Itachi?”

Wang Ye’s demeanor turned lazy. He didn’t know if Zhu Ge Qing had overheard his earlier self-remonstration, but after a moment’s pause, he nodded indifferently: “Yeah, I know a bit of artificer techniques. What? Itachi’re not trying to get me to enter the Inner Vision and divine that freak, are Itachi?”

After the Shu Zi Men disciple’s soul was shattered from divining Luo Fu, “freak” had quietly replaced “Luo Fu” as the artificers’ preferred term.

Zhu Ge Qing’s expression changed. “Daoist Wang, forgive me for speaking out of turn. This Luo Fu from the San Yi Men… is far too suspicious. Anyone who enters the Inner Vision to divine him dies from backlash. I’m sure Itachi’re just as curious about what secret he hides.”

“So what?” Wang Ye stretched lazily. “But I don’t want to die.”

“Daoist, don’t worry!” Zhu Ge Qing smiled confidently. “My Wu Hou Sect has a special Qimen technique. The backlash from entering the Inner Vision can be shared among multiple people.”

Wang Ye’s eyes lit up. He looked at Zhu Ge Qing. “Itachi’re not thinking of gathering several artificers to divine that freak together, are Itachi? Don’t forget—this is the Luo Tian Da Jiao. What if Itachi get backlash and can’t compete in the next rounds?”

Zhu Ge Qing smiled lightly. “That’s why I’m thinking: after the Luo Tian Da Jiao ends, I’ll contact some Shu Zi Men disciples, gather many artificers, and try it once.”

After a moment’s thought, Wang Ye nodded, indifferent. “Fine. Itachi find the people first. If Itachi can find enough to share the backlash, I’ll help.”

“Thank Itachi, Daoist. Then it’s settled!” Zhu Ge Qing declared firmly.

During this chaotic battle, because of Luo Fu’s incident, the first death occurred.

As a result, attention to all other matches plummeted.

After the first day’s preliminary matches ended,

In Zhang Zhiwei’s room,

Lu Jin, Tian Jinzhong, and Zhang Zhiwei gathered together.

“Old Lu,” Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lu Jin with a complex expression. “Your disciple… is extraordinary.”

Lu Jin’s face no longer held much pride or satisfaction. Though Luo Fu had won, the terrifying weight of fate authority that so easily killed an artificer had even Lu Jin worried.

“Old bastard, just say what Itachi mean. Don’t beat around the bush!” Lu Jin glared at Zhang Zhiwei impatiently.

“Master, I don’t know what Luo Fu will do in the future, but… he really is a good boy,” Tian Jinzhong couldn’t hold back and spoke up for Luo Fu.

Tian Jinzhong had been crippled over seventy years ago—his limbs severed, his meridians unable to circulate true qi. Aside from his stillness cultivation, he was utterly useless.

Among the ten disciples of the previous Heavenly Master Zhang Jingjiang, only Zhang Zhiwei had taken disciples. Zhang Huaiyi married and had children. Poor Tian Jinzhong, until he met Luo Fu, had finally found a glimmer of hope—placing all his hopes on Luo Fu.

Unless Luo Fu truly committed some unforgivable evil, Tian Jinzhong could never stand by and let him be targeted.

In a sense, Tian Jinzhong saw Luo Fu as the continuation of his own hope.

(End of Chapter)