Chapter 330: This Fortune Was Given by the Rong Heir

"You..." Qin Han frowned. "It's fine if the Mystic Master says it, but if you say it, no one will believe you."

Only cultivators from the Immortal Sects carry weight when speaking of seizing luck and fortune.

Besides, apart from the rumor about the An Yuan Marquis Manor seizing fortune, no one had ever seen it happen before. Such mysterious matters; what Qin He said was not enough to convince anyone. People might even say Qin He was overly suspicious and overthinking things.

Did Qin Han believe her? She simply preferred Qin He. Qin Han disliked Qin Bi from the bottom of her heart.

So, Qin Han was willing to listen to Qin He's explanation.

This had nothing to do with truth or falsehood; Qin Han simply favored Qin He more.

"What makes me angry is exactly this." Qin He slapped the table and stood up; she was truly serious. "I have thought it over and over. The variable in Qin Bi's life only appeared after her marriage. It must be that she stole my luck and fortune."

She was a transmigrated female protagonist. This transmigration was her protagonist halo. How could Qin Bi steal it? The more Qin He thought about it, the angrier she became, her heart so blocked that it felt ready to explode at any moment.

Thinking of the two powerful heirs who were cursed with dead wives and no children, Qin Bi married without incident and even had children. This was the treatment reserved for a transmigrated protagonist. All of this should have been hers; all of it was hers.

Qin He clenched the handkerchief pressed against the table, her eyes venomous, her teeth grinding together.

"Why don't you go to your sect and ask the cultivators to speak up for you?" Qin Han thought of a solution, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it. If her legitimate mother and father found out about her actions, Qin Han dared not imagine the consequences.

Qin He thought this made sense. If Qin Bi had stolen her luck, the Immortal Sects should know about it.

Qin He prepared generous gifts and went to the Immortal Sects, bringing Fu Bao along. She explained her suspicions, and the cultivators used a magic treasure to investigate.

The cultivator said, "No one has stolen your luck or fortune."

Qin He cried out in shock, "How is that possible?"

The cultivator glanced at Qin He, and Qin He fell silent.

"Luck and fortune are not easily stolen; it requires long-term planning." The cultivator ordered someone to summon the Mystic Master and a Diviner. The cultivator said, "You two, examine Qin He's fate."

The Mystic Master and the Diviner spoke little, took out a magic treasure, and examined Qin He's fate.

Qin He was nervous. If her fate showed any abnormalities, she would go to Qin Bi for an explanation. Relying on her connection with the Rong Prince Manor, Qin He did not believe the Rong Heir could protect Qin Bi; previously, the Rong Heir had disliked Qin Bi.

"How is Qin He's fate?" the cultivator asked.

The Mystic Master and the Diviner put away their magic treasure, exchanged a glance, and the Diviner said, "After Qin He turned ten, she intercepted a portion of the Heavenly Dao's luck. Her fate would have ended back then; only by intercepting that luck did she survive until today."

Qin He was startled. That was when she had transmigrated.

Oh no. Why did she come to the Immortal Sects to have her fate read? What if they discovered she was a transmigrator? Qin He was terrified, her face pale as paper, her heart pounding. She still had her system; would the sect covet her system?

Any one of the people before her could kill her and seize her magic treasure with a single move.

Qin He had witnessed people killing others to steal treasures in the small space of the Demon Beast Realm. Before treasures, everything else was fleeting. Even though this was Qin He's own sect, she felt trembling fear.

"Oh?" the cultivator expressed surprise.

Qin He's heart skipped a beat, her face white as paper, as if her soul might vanish in the next instant.

"Do not worry." The cultivator did not know Qin He's thoughts. Seeing her pale face, he said, "You were able to intercept the Heavenly Dao's luck, so your fate should not be bad. The calamity you faced after turning ten has already passed."

Having finished speaking, the cultivator looked at the Mystic Master and the Diviner.

The Mystic Master nodded. "Qin He intercepted this portion of the Heavenly Dao's luck, which is why her life has been smooth sailing these years. Compared to her original fate, her current one is far superior. Your current fate means your present life is the best it could be."

Seeing the expressions of the cultivators, Qin He realized the crisis was over and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though she hadn't clearly heard what the Mystic Master said.

Later, the Mystic Master added, "No one has stolen your luck or fortune."

On the contrary, Qin He's fate involved seizing a portion of the luck of this region's Heavenly Dao. The Mystic Master did not want to say this aloud; he had been invited and did not wish to cause anyone loss of face. The Diviner raised an eyebrow; he quite enjoyed putting people in their place, but since the Mystic Master wouldn't do it, he would let it go.

Otherwise, it would make him look petty.

The cultivator was not foolish and understood. He said to Qin He, "Now you can rest assured. No one has stolen your luck or fortune."

The Mystic Master decided to be a good person to the end. Having come out to solve her worries, he might as well speak plainly to Qin He: "You are different from others, Qin He. If your luck were stolen, your fate would be severed."

The Diviner explained with a mischievous gesture, "Meaning you would be dead."

Therefore, Qin He need not suspect that her luck was stolen without her knowing. Once the luck she had seized from the Heavenly Dao was gone, she would be dead immediately. There was no such thing as not knowing.

Other people's luck is innate. Qin He's luck was seized from the Heavenly Dao; one could say she was favored by the Heavenly Dao, a blessing. If she did not cherish it, she would likely squander it away.

The cultivator advised Qin He, "Go back and treat others with kindness."

Qin He agreed, "I understand."

The cultivator waved his hand. Qin He pulled Fu Bao and fled the Immortal Sects as if escaping. She dared not visit Fu Bao's sect again. She carried a system, which was a top-tier magic treasure; it would be too easy for the Immortal Sects to seize it.

The Mystic Master and the Diviner left. After walking some distance, the Mystic Master said, "This Qin He's future fate is obscure and unclear."

The Diviner flicked his robe sleeve. "To claim someone stole her luck and fortune out of nowhere means she is not a good person. No matter how good one's luck and fortune are, they cannot withstand such squandering. I fear that the luck she seized will meet someone with truly great fortune, and she will not know to step aside."

If she does not step aside, someone with great fortune possesses deep blessings, and Qin He will gain no advantage.

Qin He brought Fu Bao back to the Xue Prince Manor via the teleportation array. Her back was soaked with sweat from fear. Fu Bao ran off to play, and it took Qin He a long while to recover from her fright.

The Xue Heir returned, saw Qin He's state, and hurriedly asked, "Was your luck and fortune really stolen?"

Qin He did not want to admit it, but she dared not use the Immortal Sects as an excuse. Reluctantly, she said, "No."

The Xue Heir breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and said, "Your complexion is poor. I thought your luck and fortune were truly stolen. You just overthink things. The situation at the An Yuan Marquis Manor is an exception; there aren't that many people stealing luck."

Qin He was unconvinced. "But Qin Bi only started having good luck after her marriage."

The Xue Heir did not deny it. But she did have good luck after her marriage. What use was Qin He's indignation? To put it plainly, with a powerful heir protecting her, it would be hard for her not to have good luck. This fortune was given by the Rong Heir.

The Xue Heir spread his hands. "If a powerful heir protects you, you cannot have a bad fate. But the Rong Heir and the He Heir are cursed with dead wives and no children."

The Xue Heir glanced at Qin He, feeling a pang of jealousy. You do not have that fate; envy is useless. The Xue Heir felt uncomfortable, stood up, and went out again. Seeing Qin He like this, he felt she regretted marrying him.

She wanted to become the wife of the heir to the Yan Guogong Manor.