Han Yu didn’t expect Ling Wuce to react so strongly; after all, it’s just a pill. No matter how powerful the pills were before, he’d never seen him so eager.

No wonder Ling Wuce lost his composure. When Han Yu displayed the pill in his hand, from a Divination Path perspective, Ling Wuce’s opportunity had arrived...

A day later, Ping began the three-day pill refining process again, initially planning to sell the pill cheap to Chicken Feather Gall, only to find Ling Wuce took a liking to it.

"Fate, this pill, it’s just perfect for me."

Poor Chicken Feather Gall was nudged aside by the approaching Ling Wuce.

"The strength of a pill isn’t necessarily determined by its effect; sometimes compatibility matters more."

The Artifact Spirit pondered as it looked at the pill, realizing that giving it to a Divination Cultivator might be far better than any other cultivator.

"This pill for Chicken Feather Gall is probably just useless, but for someone of the Divination Path, it’s likely a Divine Pill."

Han Yu had a puzzled expression. The abilities granted by this pill were odd, but were they really worth so much?

"Want to bet? If you take this pill to the Celestial Secret Tower, they’d treat you like a king, and you could name your conditions."

The Artifact Spirit was brimming with confidence.

Han Yu was surprised and hurriedly took another look at the pill.

Prophet Pill: After consumption, it grants the Divination Eye ability, allowing one to foresee a short-term disaster for others each day. Side effect: Speak Not—don’t directly reveal others’ fate, interference transfers disaster to oneself. Speak—must provide subtle hints when ability activates to avoid losing ten years of lifespan.

You call this thing a Divine Pill?

This "want it all" attitude is as crazy as they come; you speak, and take the disaster for others, don’t speak, and your lifespan is deducted instead.

Moreover, it seems like they all have the Divination Eye among Divination Cultivators?

"Haha, do you think the ability from Ping is on the same level as the one they practice blindly?"

The Artifact Spirit mocked, saying the names might be the same, but the abilities are worlds apart.

Han Yu thought such an unpredictable pill would be perfect for Chicken Feather Gall because he was timid enough to control himself from looking indiscriminately.

However, Ling Wuce couldn’t take his eyes off the pill.

To this, the Artifact Spirit chuckled, "You don’t understand the use of this pill. For those of the Divination Path, the trajectory of destiny is the truth they pursue all their life, and now you hold their truth in your hand."

Whether this pill is strong or not, its ability alone is irresistible to any Divination Cultivator.

Destiny is part of the Heavenly Dao; mastering the Divination Eye is undoubtedly significant for those studying Divination Pathology.

Nothing brings one closer to the Heavenly Dao than witnessing destiny firsthand, hence why this pill is such an irresistible temptation for someone like Ling Wuce.

"If you toss this pill to the Celestial Secret Tower, they’d definitely be willing to pay an immense price to get it."

The Artifact Spirit’s eyes shone brightly, seemingly ready to rip the other party off.

Han Yu was stunned; saying that, this insane... Divine Pill certainly holds quite a value.

Ling Wuce was still staring intently, though he always kept his distance from Han Yu’s pills; no matter how powerful, the side effects were too tricky.

As a person of Divination Path, rationality always held the highest ground in his personality.

Until this morning, when he saw Han Yu recommending his pill to Chicken Feather Gall, things like rationality or humanity didn’t seem all that important.

Pills were never lack of takers, just missed finding the right person.

Ling Wuce was just demonstrating this point. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"What are you still considering? Let’s head over to the Celestial Secret Tower."

The Artifact Spirit urged.

"Here, take it!"

Han Yu hesitated for a moment, glanced at Ling Wuce several times, and after a moment of deliberation, still gave him the pill.

The Artifact Spirit wasn’t pleased with this; just what good is giving it to Ling Wuce, compared to the Celestial Secret Tower?

"Are you stupid? Can’t you go be treated like a king at the Celestial Secret Tower?"

"Not everything needs to be so profit-driven."

Han Yu whispered to the Artifact Spirit.

"You damn well better not believe I’ll bite you, calling me profit-driven? How much of my Qi Fortune have you taken? I’ve eaten your years, and you took ten times more from me."

The Artifact Spirit immediately got riled up, furiously protesting.

Profit-driven it might be, but only towards others; Han Yu has taken advantage of it plenty.

Han Yu got a headache and hurriedly tried to soothe the situation.

"Giving it to Old Ling might be no less than the Celestial Secret Tower. The Inspectorate can give decades of Qi Fortune, while Celestial Secret Tower at most offers locations of Qi Fortune Cultivators."

Arguably, the Inspectorate can offer what Celestial Secret Tower can’t even come close to.

On the other side, Ling Wuce cradled the pill like a treasure.

It naturally held great significance for him.

Divination Eye—this is what the Divination Eye is supposed to be, compared to which even Divination Path’s crude attempts pale in comparison.

"Make sure you understand, those side effects aren’t something to take lightly."

Out of concern, Han Yu still cautioned.

Speak Not—prohibits you from directly disclosing others’ disasters.

Speak—mandates you must subtly hint to others.

The balance between these is actually quite tricky; too obvious a hint might breach the first rule.

Too subtle a hint might breach the second rule.

If you violate the first, you take the blame for others.

Violate the second, and your lifespan gets slashed.

If one lacks tact and recklessly peeks daily, it’d soon invite the monks from Galan Temple to perform last rites.

Obsessive people are the most terrifying.

Ling Wuce was quite obsessed with the Divination Path. The reason Han Yu initially didn’t want to see him was precisely because this guy would draw people out for discussions at every turn.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the Pill and swallowed it in one go.

A mysterious and indescribable power rose in his lower abdomen, and soon this power converged towards his eyes along various meridians.

When he opened his eyes again, two runes flashed past his deep-set pupils.

"Um!"

His first glance was recklessly directed at Han Yu.

After all, it was well-known that Han Yu was a notorious troublemaker; what could be more intriguing than looking at him?

Yet, it would have been better if he hadn’t looked. At first glance, Ling Wuce’s face turned directly green.

"What’s wrong?"

Han Yu was very curious. Ling Wuce didn’t hide the fact that he was looking at him recklessly, and he was quite eager to know what Ling Wuce could see.

"Can’t say."

Ling Wuce’s expression was as if he had swallowed a fly, uncomfortable to the extreme, and he shook his head vigorously.

"Then give me a hint."

Han Yu waited, smiling brightly for an answer.

In the end, Ling Wuce showed a look of defeat, lowered his head in dejection, and said with a bitter smile, "It’s so difficult to hint, might as well feed those ten years of life span to a dog."

He regretted it immensely now. If he had known, he might have just randomly grabbed any dog to look instead!

He’d recklessly cast a glance at Han Yu but didn’t see Han Yu’s disaster; instead, he saw the catastrophe engulfing the whole Sea Stone City.

In the fleeting scenes, the entire Sea Stone City was submerged under towering waves; he didn’t even catch a glimpse of Han Yu.

This not only scared him but also thrust him into a kind of unsolvable predicament.

Han Yu was the concerned individual, but it was the whole Sea Stone City that was in disaster.

How could he hint about this!

In the scene, Han Yu didn’t even show his face. Would hinting to him be useful?

Though Sea Stone City was in disaster, it wasn’t directly involved.

What a damned ominous affair, with ten years of life span just inexplicably deducted like that.

Han Yu was also baffled by his expression. Could it be that weird? Just from looking at him a few times, he became speechless?

"Ten years of life span, that’s no joke. If you don’t struggle a bit, my Pill will indeed make you live ten years less."

Han Yu hurriedly reminded.

The old folks from the Nine Sects were even willing to take up mercenary work for twenty years of life span, and Ling Wuce just casually lost ten years. It wasn’t something to joke about.

Struggle a bit?

How to struggle?

Ling Wuce didn’t even know who to hint to.

"The problem is, I don’t even know who to hint to."

He said with a bitter smile.

This absurd?

Han Yu was taken aback. He looked at me, but the hint wasn’t directed at me? How could it be that bizarre?

Then what on earth did he see?

Ling Wuce wouldn’t dare to say it even if he were beaten to death. The second bit already deducted ten years of life span; Heaven knows if the first calamity shift could cost his life.

Surely, he couldn’t truly lose ten years of life span in vain!

"You two fools, the Pill’s rules never change. Whatever he saw, since it was you, you naturally only need to be responsible for you."

The Artifact Spirit was initially sulking, but eventually couldn’t stand aside.

Han Yu realized, immediately speaking to Ling Wuce.

"Since you were looking at me, then there must be a hint for me."

Han Yu was fairly confident about this; the Pill’s descriptions have always been as solid as laws, never ambiguous.

Ling Wuce hesitated for a moment, uncertain how to phrase it.

After hesitating for quite a while, this old oracle, when he finally spoke, was almost comically abstruse.

"Hmm... Don’t beat kids on rainy days?"

What kind of hint was that?

Anyway, Han Yu was completely at a loss.

Yet, after Ling Wuce said it, his expression became rather vibrant.

This works?

So that’s considered a successful hint?

No other reason, after he uttered that sentence, he felt an exceedingly light feeling, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.

"Chicken Feather Gall, from now on, Sea Stone City is entirely under your command. You can do anything without needing to ask me."

At this moment, he quickly spoke seriously to the nearby Chicken Feather Gall.

Unexpectedly caught in the side effect, especially when it involved a disaster concerning the whole Sea Stone City.

The scene surely wasn’t a natural disaster, and if it was related to Han Yu, it could only be a disaster triggered by battles involving divided souls.

He himself couldn’t continue to command Sea Stone City, else, if he blurted an order for the city’s full evacuation and the calamity transferred, it would truly become unbearable.

Entrusting it to Chicken Feather Gall was the most suitable; this guy was cowardly enough, whenever he noticed any wind of disturbance again, he would surely initiate another city-wide migration...