Chapter 260: This Divination is Simply Miraculous

Rong Juan's father was not unlucky; he earned a good deal of silver and remained quite well-off.

But since purchasing elixirs requires beast crystals, Rong Juan had no choice; he must go to the small space of the beast realm. Wealth is found in danger; only by entering the beast realm's small space can the gains be substantial.

Rong Juan understood his own strength and felt somewhat uncertain, hoping Qin Bi would cast a divination for him.

Compared to Qin Lang, Rong Juan felt Qin Bi's divination abilities were even more formidable. Even a single auspicious word would suffice; with someone skilled in divination nearby, asking for a reading was merely a casual matter.

Although Qin Bi wanted elixirs and Rong Juan did not have any, she had said that if she said he had them, then he had them. So, let it be as if he possessed elixirs. Having encountered Qin Bi, he must ask her to cast a divination for him regardless.

As Qin Bi took a step, she had already pondered the matter. She stopped and said to Rong Juan, "Your father is ill and needs beast crystals to buy elixirs, correct?"

"Correct." Rong Juan nodded.

"He intends to go to the small space of the beast realm to collect items." Jiang Xu and Rong Juan were close friends; seeing Qin Bi prepare to divine for Rong Juan, he spoke up. "He will collect items to earn beast crystals, then buy elixirs for his father."

Qin Bi glanced at Rong Juan. What good fortune! She felt envious, her mood complex.

After a brief pause, Qin Bi said, "Do you trust me?"

Rong Juan was a flexible person and immediately grew more serious. "Speak."

At that moment, Qin Yan walked over but did not disturb them.

Qin Bi told Rong Juan, "Go to your family ancestral hall, find the ancestor of your branch, preferably one who was kind to your household. Discuss your current difficulties with your family ancestors."

Rong Juan: "????"

Jiang Xu: "???!!"

Qin Yan's brow twitched; he opened his mouth but said nothing. He decided against speaking further. Qin Bi's half-immortal methods were mysterious and obscure, seeming quite different from the divinations of other immortal sects, mages, and metaphysicians. He would not waste words.

Rong Juan moved his mouth several times, utterly at a loss for words. "Just cast a random divination for me. Disturbing the ancestors seems inappropriate, doesn't it? My father would beat me to death."

Qin Bi was unconcerned; after all, it did not matter to her. "As you wish. If you do not wish to follow my advice, then so be it."

Rong Juan did not say whether he would comply. He and Jiang Xu went to the fields they had reclaimed, summoned plants to till the soil, and could till the land once before patiently waiting in line for the cloud clusters.

Jiang Xu had asked Qin Tan; the people of Qin Yan Marquis Fu had irrigated this area, allowing the cloud clusters to bring them a little rain as well.

Both Jiang Xu and Rong Juan were delighted. A little rain would suffice. The rain brought by the cloud clusters during a bountiful harvest was far superior to the rain they summoned themselves. Even a little rain on their fields would be enough for seedlings to sprout.

They dared not hope for spirit melon seedlings; ordinary watermelon seedlings sprouting would be fine.

This was the barren wasteland where spiritual energy was scarce; what more could one ask for? One must not be ungrateful.

"The divination you cast for Rong Juan was to seek the ancestors?" Qin Yan finally asked, speechless.

Qin Bi nodded. "Yes, I cast it for him."

Qin Yan: "...How did you divine that?"

Such a question! Qin Bi replied, "I just divined it that way."

Conversation was impossible; Qin Yan did not understand and walked away.

Everyone was busy in every field. Qin Bi called Lin Yao, who was pressing down melon vines in the two-mu field with the guards. There were only thirty guards, and few were from farming families, so they could not handle the work of pressing the vines alone.

Lin Yao needed to keep watch and press the vines himself.

"Princess Consort," Lin Yao approached.

Qin Bi walked beside the spirit melon fields of herself and Rong Yuan, careful not to trample the vines. With close attention, one could even see melons growing on the vines; a single vine bore several spirit melons. Lin Yao grew excited every time he saw them.

These were spirit melons favored even by cultivators, sweet in taste and containing spiritual energy.

"Do you think these melons are ripe?" Qin Bi could not tell. Cutting one open to check would be too wasteful. Spirit melons were extremely rare; it was best to have the first strategist, who knew both the heavens and the earth, examine them.

Lin Yao guessed they were about to harvest the melons. He stepped into the melon field, trying not to trample the vines, and bent down to pat several watermelons beside him. "They are nearly ripe; we can harvest."

Qin Bi calculated in her mind and said, "If we do not harvest this afternoon, we will pick the melons tomorrow."

Thinking of the spirit melon harvest, Qin Bi's smile was bright.

The small cloud clusters were in high demand; how popular they were went without saying. Whoever seized a small cloud cluster would not, unlike Qin Bi, thoroughly water the ground below. After perhaps one rainfall, they would be snatched away by others.

Seeing that he would not reach his field for some time, Rong Juan told Jiang Xu, "Keep my place in line; I will go back for a moment."

Jiang Xu nodded in agreement. "It is mid-morning now; you can come back after eating."

Rong Juan also informed Qin Tan before leaving the barren wasteland.

Rong Juan carried a heavy heart. Upon returning home, he checked on his father. A low-level cultivator who had ventured into the beast realm's small space for training in his early years had been injured in his spiritual palace while fighting over spoils by a high-level cultivator. His health had deteriorated further over the years.

"You intend to go to the small space of the beast realm?" Rong Cui coughed a few times, his face pale.

"Yes!" Rong Juan tucked the blanket around his father. Those with injured spiritual palaces had broken bodies; even in midsummer, they felt cold. "I have good fortune, Father. Do not worry. If I encounter a cultivator of high cultivation base, I will run."

Rong Cui looked at his son with a complex expression. This family still needed him to support it. If Rong Juan was willing to go, then let him go.

Rong Juan sat for a while, then went out, hesitated for a moment, and headed to the ancestral hall.

The Rong clan members ignored him. Rong Juan found his own ancestors and murmured, "I am Rong Juan, son of Rong Cui. Ancestors, I wish to buy an elixir, but it is too expensive; I cannot afford it. I can only go to the small space of the beast realm to earn crystals. Please protect me greatly on this journey."

After murmuring, Rong Juan took a clean cloth to wipe the table, chatting as he cleaned.

"Eh?" Rong Juan spotted a pouch beside the ancestors.

Rong Juan opened it. "Beast crystals????"

Rong Juan counted them; neither more nor less, there were exactly twenty beast crystals, enough to buy one elixir. Rong Juan was stunned. This divination was simply miraculous. Holding the pouch, he sat dazed for a long while before quickly kowtowing to the ancestors in gratitude.

Immediately after, Rong Juan rushed out of the ancestral hall and ran home to tell his father.

Rong Cui struggled to sit up from the bed. "What did you say? The ancestors gave you beast crystals? How is that possible? How is that possible? Hurry and show me the crystals."

"They truly gave them to me." Rong Juan handed over the pouch.

Rong Cui took it with trembling hands, his eyes immediately turning red. The thin man, ignoring Rong Juan's protests, stumbled all the way to the ancestral hall. Rong Juan and several concubine-born sons followed him there.

The middle-aged man found his grandfather and father, weeping like a child. He threw himself onto the table, pouring out his grievances. He had once been a genius cultivator, brilliant and extraordinary, but a single injury damaged his spiritual palace. If his beloved grandfather and father were still alive, they would never have allowed him to suffer such great hardship.

Just as Rong Juan was about to go up and comfort him, a beam of light swept over Rong Cui, and several porcelain bottles appeared on the table.

Rong Juan was stunned. He opened the small porcelain bottles; they were all filled with elixirs to repair the spiritual palace.