Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 131 - 97: The Eerie Black Oil, Forked Grass, and Master Turtle Leaning on the Wall (Part 2)

Chapter 131: Chapter 97: The Eerie Black Oil, Forked Grass, and Master Turtle Leaning on the Wall (Part 2)

If I hadn’t embarked on the path of Immortal Cultivation, Bai Mo might have just accepted his bad luck.

But having knowledge of Divination and Causality Lines, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining the connections.

"Why am I so unlucky?

"Did I get tainted by something dirty?"

Bai Mo waved his hand, signaling his disciples to step back a bit.

He stood up, closed his eyes, and from the acupoint between his eyebrows, his Divine Sense surged out like an invisible wind, enveloping his whole body to perform the most meticulous investigation.

From the corner of his mouth, a faint green flame emerged, thinly spreading, covering every corner of his body, complementing his Divine Sense to conduct the investigation jointly.

The mountain wind howled in, and the endless grassy fields swayed with the breeze.

From a distance, the disciples watched their master, eyes wide, mouths agape, their furry faces tinged with fear.

They rarely saw their master so serious.

Suddenly, their master opened his right hand, lifting his palm. The green flames on his body started gathering into his palm, coalescing into a single mass!

The disciples gazed at the flame; their eyes had been enhanced, but they could only see it as a mass of emerald green Pill Fire.

Bai Mo opened his eyes, his pupils slightly constricted, seeing right at the center of the Pill Fire, a tiny... black oil drop!

Still that black oil, it had somehow tainted his body, hiding as a tiny drop.

The Pill Fire suddenly brightened, and the black oil drop was burned into black smoke by Bai Mo, dissipating without a trace.

Yet, Bai Mo’s heart was far from calm...

What is the origin of this black oil after all?

How could it be so eerily terrifying?

He decided he would add another layer of seal to that bucket of black medicinal brew upon returning!

As for the newly bought sneakers...

Bai Mo looked at his disciples, then at the Forked Grass fields, and pondered for a while.

"Harvest all the Forked Grass, let’s refine it!

"Several thousand pounds of Forked Grass is just right to refine into two Forked Grass Carbon Plates, to be placed in the soles of my shoes."

...

In the softly lit luxurious suite, a heavy leather carpet covered the floor.

Chen Anjing sat on the sofa, looking at the old man lying on the bed beside her, thinking to herself, "He really looks like a turtle without a shell."

This old man was none other than Master Turtle.

He lay on the bed, curled up, his frail body clad in loose silk pajamas, his cheeks pale, bald and his eyes tightly shut.

At the moment, he was contemplating Chen Anjing’s recent proposal, offering two thousand points in exchange for his help to divine another cultivation opportunity.

Could this deal be made...?

Last time, when he helped Chen Anjing with divination, he almost lost his life.

Yet... After strolling the Ghost Gate, Fortune befell him out of misfortune, promoting him from Sequence Nine [White Eye] to Sequence Eight [White Hand], significantly increasing his divinatory prowess.

Recalling his Sequence Eight abilities, he seriously contemplated and confirmed his ability to avoid the causality of that person from West State City!

"It should be fine.

"Oh well.

"Xiaohong, Xiaocui, help me up."

Two beautiful girls immediately stepped forward, one on each side, assisting Master Turtle to sit at the bedside.

"Xiaochen, come over, closer to me."

When Chen Anjing approached and sat by the bedside, he slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.

It could be seen that these eyes, which could see Causality Lines, had no black pupils, only stark white, bloodshot, making them very creepy!

Neither Chen Anjing nor Xiaohong and Xiaocui beside him were startled; they had seen his eyes before and had gotten used to it.

He raised both hands before Chen Anjing, reaching out emptily. Once elderly, his hands filled with wrinkles and age spots, had strangely turned white, tender, and plump like a newly peeled egg white, without fingerprints or palm lines, and even... no nails.

Xiaohong and Xiaocui exchanged puzzled looks, watching him grope the air vacantly before Chen Anjing; they didn’t understand what he was trying to feel. Was it air?

... Of course, it wasn’t air he was feeling.

He was touching Causality Lines, only he could see, only he could touch... Causality Lines!

In fact, to avoid last time’s tragedy, he no longer used his eyes, but instead, carefully touched the Causality Lines with his tender fingertips.

Every time he touched a Causality Line, he’d cautiously perceive the thickness.

If it was a thin Causality Line, he’d sense it and perform a deduction.

If his fingertips touched a thick Causality Line, he’d instantly pull away as though electrocuted, daring not to touch it again! After withdrawing his fingers, he’d then recall the previous feeling, reconsidering whether that line could be touched.

"Hmm! This... Oh, though thick, it’s just a Sequence Eight Causality Line; scared me for a second."

"Hmm! This... is an Immortal Technique Committee’s major Causality Line; although thick, it’s not yet at Sequence Seven level."

Thus, he groped through one Causality Line after another, gradually reading the causal information from them, piecing together deductions and calculations bit by bit.

To the side, Xiaohong and Xiaocui couldn’t see the Causality Lines; they could only see Master Turtle groping the air vacantly while mumbling, looking rather foolish.

They could only see Master Turtle turning paler, sweating on his forehead, and trembling slightly as if physically exhausted.

...

Master Turtle’s fingers deviated slightly, retracting once again as though electrocuted...

"This..."

He savored the recent touch, mumbling to himself.

"No, no, that’s not a Causality Line. Seems like I hit a wall."

Instinctively reaching out, indeed, he found a wall. Exhausted, he instinctively leaned against it with one hand while continuing to divine for Chen Anjing with the other.

While feeling the Causality Lines one by one, he’d gradually deduced the result.

"You grew up in West State City; most of your Causality Lines are also related to West State City.

"I’ve deduced a cultivation opportunity from your Causality Lines, which is in West State City.

"Moreover, there’s some great news.

"I didn’t detect the Causality of that Sequence Seven person in your lines.

"Perhaps he’s not interested in you, or maybe he has left West State City.

"Anyway, he won’t pose a threat to you.

"This opportunity... is on June 7th, from 9 to 11:30 in the morning.

"The location is on the seventh floor, easternmost side of the first teaching building at West Zhou City No. 47 Middle School."

Chen Anjing furrowed her brows.

West Zhou City No. 47 Middle School?

That’s where she attended high school, she’s very familiar with it.

June 7th, from 9 to 11:30 AM?

Why does this time sound so familiar?

Wait?

"Isn’t June 7th the day of the college entrance exam?

"9 AM... is the first test, Chinese?"

After obtaining the result, she took out her phone, transferred the points to Master Turtle, and left.

Today is already June 5th; the day after tomorrow is her cultivation opportunity.

In the room remained Xiaohong, Xiaocui, and Master Turtle.

Master Turtle instinctively tried to reach out for that wall he thought he had been supporting...

"Whoa!"

He grabbed at empty air, nearly stumbling over.

What happened?

His eyesight was too poor to see the wall. As he groped around, reaching further, he finally managed to touch the wall.

"Huh, strange. How did I manage to find the wall earlier?"

Xiaohong and Xiaocui exchanged looks, both finding it odd.

Earlier holding a wall?

Had Master Turtle really been supporting himself against a wall earlier?

Indeed, one of his hands was vaguely resting in the air, held there for a long time.

They didn’t dare speak, simply stepping forward to help Master Turtle lie back down.

...

At the dining table, Bai Mo was eating skewers while checking his phone.

He saw a message from Teacher Chen.

[Two days until the college entrance exam, don’t forget!]

[You’re in Examination Room 702 of the first teaching building.]

[I’ll hold onto your admission ticket, and will give it to you at the school gate on the exam day.]

Bai Mo wiped the oil from his hands and replied.

[Okay, thank you, teacher]

He then noticed a message from Zhang Shan.

[Expert Bai Mo, what exam room are you in? I’m in Room 701, the easternmost classroom in the first building]

What a coincidence, just next door.

Bai Mo was about to reply when his Divine Sense detected a slight movement within the Forked Grass Carbon Plate in his sneakers.

He crossed his legs to take a look and saw a nearly invisible scratch on the surface of the Forked Grass Carbon Plate.

"Someone else is divining about me?

"This time, with the compressed carbon plate made from several thousand pounds of Forked Grass, should give them a hard time?"