Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 152.023. Reinforcements
Chu Binlin explained, "I suspect that it was a third party who clashed with the Others, and Cloud-Turning Hand happened to be there, so he got involved."

"I just didn't expect that his lack of skill would cost him his life." The matchmaker agreed with this line of thinking and followed Chu Binlin's ideas, suggesting possible solutions.

"Hmm, I suspect that the third party involved is probably the person we're looking for. That's why the Cloud-Turning Hand made the first move. Going to the brothel now should yield some clues."

"Hmm." Duke Wen nodded, turned around and said, "You can investigate first. Remember not to have any more conflicts with the Others. We are here to deal with our own internal affairs, not to escalate racial tensions."

"We're short-handed right now, so don't be arrogant or act alone. Whatever happens, don't try to be a hero. Coming back as soon as possible is the most important thing. Don't worry, the second batch of people will arrive soon."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

After the old man finished speaking, he went to rest in the inner hall.

Chu Binlin and the others respectfully watched the old man return to his room.

"Have Wen Gong and the others given up on the Cloud-Turning Hand technique?" Qing Yise was, after all, a girl who had just graduated. Although she didn't like people who flirted with women, they were still her companions.

“Junior, this is normal. Among the Fate Masters, no one will pay attention to someone who is a burden,” Chu Binlin said. “Even the highly respected Duke Wen, if he ever realizes that he is no longer useful, will not hesitate to ask us to give up on him.”

Qing Yise frowned slightly; she simply didn't like Chu Binlin's tone of voice.

"Of course, if it were you, junior, I certainly wouldn't stand idly by," he said with a smile.

The man spoke with a sharp tongue, but Qing Yise tossed her hair into a bun, ignored him, and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

"Oh, beautiful lady, nice to meet you."

At this moment, a commotion arose outside the hall, and the speaker was a cheerful young man.

A group of people appeared out of thin air and stood in the hollow courtyard.

The man at the head of the group, dressed in a well-tailored suit and wearing scholarly glasses, said in a serious tone, "I'm back."

The man's ability is "unlimited," commonly known as teleportation, and nicknamed "the express train"—Cheng Lin.

"Hey beautiful, want to grab a drink tonight?" The same young man who had just spoken approached her familiarly and introduced himself, "Zhang Rang with the Thunderbolt Legs, where are you from, beautiful lady? Who taught you? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you thinking about finding someone? Do you like movies or bubble tea? Do you drink alcohol?"

Three black lines appeared on Qing Yise's face; she felt that there were fewer and fewer normal people around her.

"Hey, Thunder Leg, tone down your lecherous behavior a bit," a loud voice said.

Qing Yise walked around the cheerful guy, looked in the direction of the sound, and his face instantly turned ashen.

She was a tall girl with pigtails, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her bulging back and shoulder muscles looked like two small mountains. She wore a white sailor uniform with a brocade blue skirt, her arms were like pillars, her lips were thick, and she had a sparse stubble on her face.

Judging by his physique, he should be the only one in the entire field who can stand up to Thirteen Orphans.

"Hahaha, you scared her!" Zhang Rang, the muscular leader, laughed unrestrainedly, while introducing his teammates, "Feng Qingqing, the peerless loli, is male by birth but female by personality. That's roughly how I understand it. I hope you two can become good sisters."

Zhang Rang laughed with a wicked sense of humor.

Qing Yise wanted to quickly move on from this topic, so she looked away and asked, "Who are the others?"

"The Flying Constable Ah Song, and the Earth Guard Du Biao." Chu Binlin was clearly quite knowledgeable about his clansmen.

Of the two men, the stronger one, Du Biao, glanced at him and nodded in greeting.

Constable Ah Song rubbed his eyes, ignored everyone, and yawned.

Qing Yise turned around and glanced at Shisanyao and Chu Binlin, her eyelids drooping. She finally understood that the only normal people in this group were herself and Cheng—

"Everyone, let's settle the travel expenses." Cheng Lin adjusted his non-prescription glasses. "Based on the airfare, it's about 1500 per person. We'll do it via SMS transfer, no cash accepted. Elders who are reimbursed can give me an invoice."

Fine, let's pretend she didn't say anything.

Qing Yise's face fell completely. She recalled the scene after the teleportation ended, when Cheng Lin was counting on an abacus, calculating the travel expenses for everyone.

A real miser.

There isn't a single normal person in this group.

Now, apart from the missing Cloud-Turning Hand, there are ten Fate Masters present. The one in charge is Duke Wen, and the senior matchmaker is also present. The rest are all talented individuals in their early twenties or around thirty years old.

Qing Yise didn't understand why such a luxurious lineup was being used to hunt down a new generation of Fate Masters.

Or rather, if it wasn't for the sake of a traitor, but rather to pursue the stolen treasure "Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea," how much did they value this oath of destiny by mobilizing most of their elite forces?

Her grandfather once told her that the rules of the Fate Master stipulated that words of destiny older than a hundred years could not be used.

From an unknown generation, an ancestral precept has been passed down, strictly forbidding any person who controls destiny from using incantations older than a hundred years. They are even forbidden from possessing incantations older than a hundred years; if discovered, the consequences range from losing all their skills to bringing disaster upon their entire family.

As a master of destiny, one must never cultivate destiny phrases older than a hundred years. It is said that destiny phrases older than a hundred years have developed their own consciousness, and if used, they will most likely devour their master. They have become powerful enough to interfere with the host's behavior and will, and even devour them, ultimately surviving in human society in the host's body.

This clearly contradicts the content of "All Rivers Flow into the Sea". In "All Rivers Flow into the Sea", one collects a hundred years' worth of prophetic sayings, but cannot use them. Moreover, collecting hundreds of them at once seems impossible.

Therefore, let alone a destiny phrase with an energy of over a hundred years, once a destiny phrase with an energy of around eighty years appears, the entire clan may be warned to have a notary completely annihilate it when the destiny phrase is about to reach a hundred years.

This practice is called Nirvana among those who control destiny.

With so many people arriving all at once, the butler was a bit flustered and quickly called the waiters to help them get to their rooms.

Duke Wen lay on the rattan chair, resting with his eyes closed, ignoring the noise outside. He didn't like getting too close to young people, and his presence here was purely for the sake of his mission.

Those who control destiny are usually unrestrained, a group of free-spirited individuals, many of whom are even "crippled." This is because those who control destiny perceive the will of Heaven, invoke the words of destiny, and alter the judgment of life and death, which is inherently against the will of Heaven. They are destined to suffer "three deficiencies and five evils," and will not have a good end. After some ancestors discovered that self-inflicted defects could avoid "divine retribution," everyone more or less began to develop some eccentricities in order to prove their "imperfection" to the unseen will of Heaven.

Therefore, those who manage destiny often have a somewhat unconventional lifestyle, not bound by worldly norms. When they are all together, how to foster team cohesion becomes a challenge.

Qing Yise was a little worried. She was not a combat type in the team, and she only got this valuable training opportunity because of her Japanese language expertise. She was not used to this kind of situation.

But there is no doubt that a force capable of threatening the safety of the entire city is gathered in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)