Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 119 - 91: Divination Path, Causal Threads, Forked Grass (Part 2)

Chapter 119: Chapter 91: Divination Path, Causal Threads, Forked Grass (Part 2)

At this moment, these ordinary committee members were busy saving people.

In this dead-end alley, among more than a dozen unlucky customers who had walked in, only one was already covered with a white cloth, carried away on a stretcher, having died from a throat-slitting.

The person on the second stretcher was promptly saved, taken away with an emergency medicine bottle hanging by them. Although severely wounded by a throat slitting, life was held onto in time and could likely be saved.

The others, on more than a dozen stretchers, were not seriously harmed, just in a coma.

Being able to save most people, the ordinary committee members felt they were useful after all.

...

Swipe!

A car drove down the road.

The driver was a chubby young man, wearing loose sportswear, with fear still lingering on his face.

"Damn it, is that divination master reliable or not? Didn’t he say cultivating in Spring Sun Mansion would avoid all danger?

"How come I was almost caught by Wu Qingyun?"

The shadow in the backseat, also dressed in loose sportswear, revealed a woman’s slender, curvy figure. She removed her mask, tidied her disheveled long hair, and revealed a white, delicate face.

It was Chen Anjing, Bai Mo’s former senior from No. 47 Middle School!

Having just been through a fierce fight, she was slightly out of breath, her face slightly flushed, but her expression was calm and indifferent, seemingly unfazed.

"Master Turtle was very accurate, no problem.

"This cultivation session was thrilling but safe."

As it turns out, all her crime scenes had been divined by Master Turtle, avoiding risks!

For that reason, the crime scene at Spring Sun Mansion was far from the headquarters of the Immortal Technique Committee and even further from Bai Mo’s home!

She looked at her slender, white hands, recalling the recent battle.

"Wu Qingyun...

"Her swordsmanship isn’t as good as mine.

"But her vitality, much stronger than mine.

"But vitality... why..."

Everyone follows the Sword Immortal Path, where the path’s vitality should be chaotic. Why is Wu Qingyun’s vitality so smooth?

The chubby young man in the front seat was still sullen.

"Even if you weren’t caught, your cultivation isn’t done.

"You just started and then got interrupted.

"You’ve only slit a few throats. Has the [Throat Slitting] been fully validated?"

Chen Anjing’s tone was calm.

"They did come very fast.

"Only managed to... slit one and a half.

"But the cultivation is complete."

...

The sky over Fox Mountain, as always, was densely overcast.

In Fox Mountain’s warehouse, a light medicinal fragrance wafted through rows of cabinets.

The warehouse manager, Bai Liandan’Er, holding a feather duster in one paw and a watering can in the other, with its tail coiled around a broom, was waddling around the warehouse corridors, keeping an eye on things.

Suddenly, it saw the silhouette of its master entering through the warehouse door!

"Ying ying ying!"

It immediately dropped the watering can, feather duster, and broom, dashed forward with a "whoosh," leaping onto the master’s shoulder, rubbing its furry head against the master’s head.

"Ying ying ying!"

Bai Mo stroked the little critter, held it in his arms, and smiled, gently rubbing its chubby neck.

"Do you remember where our divination path-related literature is?

"Show Master the way."

Indeed, Bai Mo was suspicious!

There were many malls where the enemy could commit crimes, so why specifically choose one diagonally opposite to his home in West State City, the farthest one, Spring Sun Mansion? That old building, built decades ago, wasn’t the best choice given its lack of popularity.

Could it be a coincidence?

But connecting it to the existence of the Divination Path, Bai Mo suspected it might not be a coincidence.

Could it be that someone calculated if it was too close to Bai Mo, he would intervene and take out the enemy?

"Let’s catch up on some studies today, and delve into what the Divination Path is all about."

Bai Liandan’Er nodded, jumped out of the master’s embrace, and ran to its small cabinet, pulling out a stone slab. The slab didn’t record textual sequences, but marks Bai Liandan’Er had scratched in with its claws, indicating the locations of different literatures.

At this moment, it stared at the slab for a while, wagged its tail, and led the way for the master.

One man and one fox walked through several corridors, through the vast warehouse, to the place where the literature was stored.

It turned out to be a side hall, where various literatures were neatly stacked.

The stone slabs and copper plates were categorized by material and arranged accordingly.

The literatures of various paths were separated by classification.

And sorted by sequence.

Bai Mo stroked Bai Liandan’Er’s head.

"So capable!"

Bai Liandan’Er grinned, rubbing against its master’s hand.

"Ying ying ying."

It looked at its stone slab and soon found a pile of stone slab literature related to the Divination Path, pointing it out.

"Oh, let’s see what this so-called Divination Path is all about!"

Bai Mo stepped forward, not manually moving anything, but unfolded his Divine Sense directly.

...

The literature unearthed from Fox Mountain was not pure Divination Path literature. Rather, it explained divination from an Alchemy Dao perspective, understanding divination, and even resisting it.

After some reading, Bai Mo gradually understood...

Divination was in fact an immortal technique targeting "people." It could clarify the causal lines on a "person" to foresee fortune and misfortune.

For example, if someone sought to divine a criminal, they aimed to clarify that criminal’s causal lines, knowing what dangers might arise, when, and along which causal line. Foreseeing the arrival of danger, naturally allows one to avoid it in advance.

"Causal lines?

"Is it some sort of abstract concept?

"Quite mysterious.

"Can I be directly divined?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brows, continuing to review the literature.

Not long after, finding related literature, he felt reassured.

As it turned out, divination could only see the object being divined, seeing the causal lines on the object, but not seeing the other end of the lines, nor their origin.

"Then it doesn’t matter, I can’t be divined."

Suddenly, Bai Mo noticed someone tugging at him.

"Ying ying ying."

It was Bai Liandan’Er, bringing a stool for the master to sit down.

Bai Mo sat down, patted its head, and continued reading.

As he read, he felt that this so-called divination, slick as it was, wasn’t all that powerful.

Seeing causal lines... requires a price.

The heavier the causal line, the greater the price.

The higher-sequenced the line, the greater the price.

For instance, in today’s divination regarding the criminal, it merely involved Bai Mo, yet the Divination Master had to pay a steep price. Perhaps bleeding from the eyes and wearing sunglasses for half a month.

"Can this divination... be avoided?"

Not knowing before was one thing. Now understanding this made it seem peculiar, like a violation of privacy.

Bai Mo sat on a small stool, continuing to use his Divine Sense to examine the documents.

Bai Liandan’Er then "whooshed" away, soon returning with a glass of water, crouching nearby, waiting for its master to drink.

"Uh... it can’t be avoided.

"But there is a certain herb that can increase the weight of causal lines, increasing the diviner’s price!

"Forked Grass?"

This was a very ordinary herb used in Sequence Nine alchemy. After advancing to Sequence Eight, Bai Mo hardly used it. By Sequence Seven, it could only collect dust in the warehouse, having no use.

Now, according to the literature, wearing this grass could actually increase causal line weight, doubling the diviner’s price!

Bai Mo looked at Bai Liandan’Er beside him, "How much Forked Grass do we have in the warehouse? Take me to check it out?"

...

In the farthest corner of the cupboard without a door.

Inside, a large sack pulled out by Bai Liandan’Er revealed it was filled with dried grass, green with slight forks—a batch of Forked Grass.

"Wearing it increases causal line weight?

"Should I weave a hat from half a pound of Forked Grass and wear it when I return to the mortal world?"

Bai Mo grabbed a handful to examine.

"Or should I make a cloak from ten pounds of Forked Grass instead?"

Thinking further.

"Or... can I refine this entire large bag into elixir pills and carry them with me?

"This entire bag, over a hundred pounds of Forked Grass, could make the causal lines massively heavy, wouldn’t it?

"If someone divines involving me, wouldn’t that make the price impossible to bear?"