The living room door was open, and the villas in the development were spaced quite far apart.
Luo Cheng’an pointed outside. In the distance, Xi Yu could see another villa with exactly the same appearance.
Surrounded by water and mountains, it was truly an excellent feng shui location.
Luo Yuan and Shen Qing’s expressions were somewhat strange because Xi Yu had no idea where this house had come from, yet he had been able to assert that it was related to Luo Shan.
A chill slowly crept up Shen Qing’s spine.
“W-We need to change houses!”
Regardless of whether it was true or not, she couldn’t live here anymore.
Luo Yuan hesitated, just about to agree, when Xi Yu spoke.
“It’s no longer a matter of the house. These things have been fed your family’s birth information. After living here for so long, even if you move, they’ll follow you.”
Luo Yuan blurted out, “Then what do we do?”
Only after saying it did Luo Yuan realize something was wrong.
Without realizing it, he seemed to have already believed all of this.
He hurriedly covered his mouth.
“Just break them. It’s not difficult. But I suggest waiting for a while.”
Xi Yu thought about it and continued, “Because the Life-Exchange Lock breaking will alert the culprit. They’ll definitely come and check as quickly as possible whether the other things are still intact. If you want to know the truth, you can see who comes to your door.”
“Besides, you’ve already lived here for so long. Waiting another couple of days won’t hurt. If you’re especially scared, just stick a talisman to your forehead.”
After saying that, Xi Yu picked up his banner from the doorway and slung the snakeskin bag over his shoulder.
“I still have to go set up my stall, so I won’t keep you company. Just remember one thing: no matter who comes, don’t break off relations with them.”
He had said everything he could.
He had occupied this body, so this was his way of paying the rent for it.
Luo Yuan, Shen Qing, and even Luo Cheng’an would never know that the true young master of the Luo family had died at birth.
He hadn’t even had the chance to see this world.
Xi Yu carried the snakeskin bag and lifted his foot, but he couldn’t move.
“Bro! I’m scared! Can I go set up your stall with you? Waaaaah!”
Luo Cheng’an hugged Xi Yu’s leg tightly.
Luo Yuan and Shen Qing were also somewhat awkward, looking uneasy and unable to sit still.
But neither of them could leave.
If things really were as Xi Yu had said and the culprit came to their door, they still needed to see whether it was actually a blood relative who was trying to harm them.
Luo Cheng’an, however, couldn’t care less.
With tears and snot running down his face, he cried, “Take me with you! I want to go too! Bro, you have so much stuff. How about I drive you there?!”
Xi Yu kicked him away.
“Get lost. We’re very exclusive under the overpass.”
Ignoring Luo Cheng’an’s desperate pleas, Xi Yu took a taxi back to the overpass.
His tricycle was still at his stall.
At that moment, an old man was sneaking around, trying to push his tricycle away!
Xi Yu slammed his banner into the ground.
“You old bastard! Trying to steal my bike again?!”
Xi Yu ran over to his tricycle in a few strides, unfolded his little tabletop, took out his equipment from the snakeskin bag, and quickly set up his stall.
The bright red banner fluttered in the wind.
“Fortune-Telling, Five Yuan Per Reading.”
Most of the bustling stalls nearby sold food.
Xi Yu was the only fortune-teller.
The old man whom Xi Yu had just angrily scolded gave a heh, rubbed his hands together, and sat down on the little stool Xi Yu had set out for customers.
Confused, he asked, “Weren’t you going home to be a young master? What happened? Did that family mistake you for someone else?”
The moment the old man said this, the nearby stall owners all gathered around to watch the excitement.
A beautiful woman in a cheongsam that had been washed until its color had faded handed Xi Yu a slice of watermelon.
“I just cut this. Have some melon and tell us some gossip.”
…………………….
Xi Yu didn’t stand on ceremony.
He took a bite of the peeled watermelon. It was cold and sweet.
Resting his chin in his hand, he said, “I only went back yesterday, and that family’s son barged into my room late at night. I immediately told him no, no, no, this is going to cost extra. And then he…”
“And then what happened?” Everyone focused intently on him.
Xi Yu chuckled and pointed at his payment QR code.
“The rest is paid content. Send me 50 yuan and I’ll tell you my revenge plan.”
The noisy area beneath the overpass fell silent for a second.
Then, accompanied by a chorus of disappointed sighs, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you people? It’s only 50! It’s really exciting! Auntie Lan, don’t you love hearing this stuff the most? Just 50! Fifty yuan! It won’t hurt you, and you won’t get cheated!”
Auntie Lan glanced back and rolled her eyes.
“Fifty is enough for me to sell watermelon for an entire day. You’re wearing clothes worth hundreds of thousands, and you have the nerve to ask me for 50?”
Xi Yu was shocked.
He looked down at the clothes the Luo family had prepared for him.
That expensive?!
“What?!” Xi Yu exclaimed angrily. “Are these clothes made of gold? Where’s the gold? Why can’t I see it?!”
Auntie Lan snorted.
She was just about to speak when someone else answered for her.
“These are runway pieces, limited to fewer than ten worldwide, so they’re a little expensive. They look good on you.”
Xi Yu raised his head.
The brows that had been half-curved moments ago turned cold and indifferent.
Amid the noisy and chaotic surroundings, Lu Zhixing wore white clothes. His tall, slender figure was straight and elegant.
With a black mask covering his face, only a pair of dark, warm eyes could be seen.
Even so, walking along the narrow path, he still seemed completely out of place.
Someone this refined and handsome really made it impossible for Xi Yu to associate him with a demon.
But demons were best at disguising themselves.
So perhaps it wasn’t strange.
The old man beside them winked suggestively.
“This your friend?”
“I don’t know him.”
Lu Zhixing walked over and sat down on the little stool.
Separated by the small table, he looked at Xi Yu and spoke gently.
“Hello, Mr. Xi. Sorry to disturb you today. I’d like to ask you to tell my fortune.”
The old man looked at Xi Yu, then at Lu Zhixing.
With an expression that said I understand, I understand, he returned to his shoe-repair stall.
The demonic aura around Lu Zhixing was making Xi Yu extremely irritated.
Lu Zhixing should know that Xi Yu could see his identity.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come today.
A high-ranking demon openly mingling among humans, yet not afraid of being discovered and not even bothering to conceal the aura around him.
Arrogant.
Did he really think no one could hurt him?
Xi Yu took another bite of watermelon and said indistinctly, “I don’t read for you.”
“Why?”
“I only read for people with whom I have a destined connection. You and I have no connection.”
Alipay received 1,000,000 yuan—
The casual notification sound rang out.
The entire area beneath the overpass fell silent.
For one second.
Then another.
Then another.
Lu Zhixing put away his phone and asked very politely, “May I ask if we have a destined connection now?”
Provocation!
It was absolutely provocation!
Xi Yu was amused into anger, yet he couldn’t figure out what Lu Zhixing was plotting.
His current cultivation was completely insignificant compared with Lu Zhixing’s.
He wasn’t worth Lu Zhixing specifically coming here to provoke.
Unless Lu Zhixing somehow knew his identity.
But Xi Yu was certain that was impossible.
Even people who had once been close to him might not recognize him.
His current face was the same as before, but he had never shown his true appearance in the past.
There were fewer than five people in all of Heaven and Earth who knew what his true face looked like.
And now his cultivation was completely gone.
Unless it was that unruly disciple of his.
Even then, the disciple would have needed to see him before Xi Yu erased his memories.
Only then would he probably recognize him at a glance.
Thinking of this, Xi Yu snorted.
Although that disciple of his had been outrageously bold, he had been utterly sincere and kindhearted.
He was nothing like the demons.
“I don’t accept money given out of pity. Please leave.”
Xi Yu initiated a refund.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t very familiar with the process.
After all, he had never returned money once it entered his pocket.
As for demons, he hated them with all his heart.
Since he couldn’t kill this one, he certainly wasn’t going to treat him kindly.
Xi Yu’s brows were already showing signs of impatience.
He finished the watermelon in a few bites, wiped his hands with a tissue, yet Lu Zhixing still hadn’t left.
“Xi Yu, you don’t have to be so guarded against me,” Lu Zhixing said.
Then, without warning, he reached out and used his fingertip to wipe the watermelon juice from the corner of Xi Yu’s mouth.
The unexpected touch startled Xi Yu.
He instinctively seized Lu Zhixing’s hand and shouted sharply, “Insolent! You—”
Xi Yu’s words abruptly stopped.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
He stared in disbelief as the dense, fog-like demonic aura surrounding Lu Zhixing began to recede inch by inch from the wrist Xi Yu was holding.
Replaced by—
divine light!
How was that possible…
Xi Yu released his hand.
The demonic aura surged back.
He placed his hand on Lu Zhixing’s again.
Divine light appeared.
Demonic aura.
Divine light.
Demonic aura.
Divine light.
Xi Yu’s hand moved from Lu Zhixing’s face down to his legs.
Every single time was the same.
The moment Xi Yu touched Lu Zhixing, divine light appeared on his body, and the demonic aura completely dispersed.
Lu Zhixing stared intently at Xi Yu without saying a word, allowing his hand to roam over him in a way that looked extremely flirtatious to outsiders.
Only when Xi Yu’s hand began moving toward somewhere rather inappropriate did Lu Zhixing finally grab his hand and stop him.
“Not there.”
Xi Yu was completely absorbed in his examination and was clearly displeased at being stopped.
He looked down and finally realized what he had been doing.
“Sorry, sorry.”
He said he was sorry, but there was absolutely no change in his expression.
He simply stared straight at Lu Zhixing.
By contrast, the tips of Lu Zhixing’s ears had turned bright red.
“It’s fine.”
Xi Yu’s expression became solemn.
This was too strange.
How could one person possess two completely different kinds of aura?
The demonic aura was dense.
The divine light was pure.
And both had reached an extreme level.
For a moment, Xi Yu couldn’t determine what exactly Lu Zhixing was.
He seemed like a god, yet not a god.
He seemed like a demon, yet not a demon.
Xi Yu stared at him for a long while, then raised his hand and pressed his palm against Lu Zhixing’s.
He felt the aura of a god.
It was too familiar.
After spending so many years in the mortal world, he had never encountered divine light.
Even divine cores were exceedingly rare.
Modern humans no longer really cultivated immortality.
He had only heard that there was a certain tribe somewhere in China where people practiced cultivation.
He just hadn’t found the exact location yet.
Lu Zhixing lowered his head and stared blankly at their joined hands.
His eyelashes trembled.
He felt as though his heart—and even the blood flowing through his body—were boiling.
This is Master.
Warm. Alive.
No longer an illusion.
He truly exists.
“Mr. Xi, do we have a destined connection now? Could you tell my fortune?”
When Lu Zhixing raised his eyes, all the emotion in them had already been suppressed.
He asked gently, “Could you?”
Xi Yu paused before asking, “What do you want me to tell you?”
Lu Zhixing spoke.
“My romantic fortune.”