Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 230, Section 021: When Sharpness Fades with Gentleness

Why use the power of the ancestral home?

Jin Ziyue stared at her.

"I haven't cultivated for two years. With my current soul power, I'm afraid I'm not up to the task. To be truly certain, I still need to rely on the formation passed down in my family."

Sanshui explained.

"Besides, are you stupid? To find Qin's soul, we definitely need to use a spirit-summoning array or a spirit-guiding array, which means we have to go back to the old site of the Sanshui family, right?"

Since it was her area of ​​expertise, she managed to regain a slight advantage in the matchup. She couldn't help but feel a little smug and said, "I haven't tried spirit control for two years, but I'll make an exception for you. After all, Qin is my sister, and I wouldn't be so stingy as to not help you."

"Isn't there a way without using the spirit summoning array?" Jin Ziyue asked, then seemed to realize something and fell silent.

However, Sanshui walked ahead and started talking to himself:

"Yes, but I'm not skilled enough. It was engraved by a highly respected ancestor of the family. If I were that skilled, I would definitely engrave it in my own backyard. Who would run back to the deep mountains and forests?"

"One generation plants the trees so another can enjoy the shade. This thing is like a technological black box; anyone with a little spiritual power can operate it. Why bother to spend your energy carving it yourself?"

San Shui said this as she walked side by side with Jin Ziyue.

"As for evil spirits, there's no need to worry. You're here, aren't you?" She said with a teasing look, nudging Jin Ziyue with her elbow. "You'll protect me, right?"

Her big, watery eyes suddenly came closer.

Jin Ziyue did not reply to her immediately.

"What kind of attitude is that!" Sanshui Linxin kicked his foot. "Would it kill you to say something nice to comfort him?!"

"Wait, does that mean you're admitting Qin is my sister?"

The girl was still smugly pleased with her own words.

Jin Ziyue, however, fell silent.

This left Sanshui Linxin, who had been so quick to use her words, feeling utterly defeated and deflated.

……

Soon, when the mother-in-law opened the door, Jin Ziyue and Sanshui returned together. The old lady saw this and kept smiling happily.

San Shui went back to take a bath, while Jin Ziyue took the opportunity to go out and came downstairs.

Fu Xun was already waiting for him at the alley entrance, chewing on a lollipop.

"Where did you go today?" Jin Ziyue asked, after all, letting Sanshui Linxin escape from surveillance had given him a bit of a headache.

"I was originally monitoring that girl, but since you hadn't replied to my messages, I came out to look for you."

Jin Ziyue thought for a moment. His phone was destroyed in the accident when he was being chased by the Fate Controlling Beings. To prevent information leakage, it had been completely crushed and burned along with the car.

"I saw you met with Lao Yan, so I won't show up," Fu Xun said. He actually wanted to join in the fun, but this kind of reunion was inexplicably pretentious and not suitable for the free-spirited Mr. Fu.

“Douzi misses you too,” Jin Ziyue added.

"Ah. Forget about that guy." Fu Xun recalled that simple, silly smile, as pure as the rising sun.

He seemed to remember something and said, "On my side, I met someone extraordinary—your classmate."

Jin Ziyue nodded: "I understand."

Fu Xun tapped on the wall behind him, reminding Jin Ziyue that there was a cello backpack on the ground, and said, "She asked me to give this to you."

Jin Ziyue stared at the black cello backpack, the image of the woman with burgundy hair flashing through his mind.

Lancer.

If it weren't for her, Jin Ziyue's chances of escaping from the nine Fate Masters would have been slim.

“The Fate Masters will be making a move soon; they’ve decided to target us,” Jin Ziyue said.

Fu Xun glanced at the injury on his face and said, "I know. Who did this?"

Jin Ziyue didn't know many people. After recalling for a moment, he said, "The Heavenly Catcher from the Southeast Branch, Wei Zheng from the East Branch, the maid from the Zhang family of Qu Yan, the playboy from the Chu family, and other miscellaneous people I don't recognize."

"Is it Zhang Xi from the Zhang family? That airhead is here too?" Fu Xun sneered. "Those old men really have no one left."

“The threat of the Fate Masters is now greater than that of the Others, so you need to be careful too.” Jin Ziyue glanced at him.

"I know," Fu Xun said impatiently. "You're not a child anymore."

“We need to speed things up. The energy of [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea] is severely depleted. If we continue searching like this, I don’t know how long it will take to truly piece together the truth,” Fu Xun said worriedly.

The actions of the Fate Masters indicate that the enemy's numbers are steadily increasing, and the pressure they will face will grow ever greater. Although they are a reclusive group, Fate Masters have not been entirely untraceable throughout history.

They lurk in the unknown corners of history, silently correcting its course.

Every time they mobilize their entire force, there is a profound meaning behind it.

What's more, this time the stolen item was the supreme treasure of destiny, "Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea." Legend has it that the ancestor of destiny-controlling passed down this decree, but because he went against the will of Heaven, he soon passed away. Since then, this decree, along with those of the past sages of destiny-controlling, has been enshrined in the clan's ancestral hall for future generations to use in breaking the doomsday prophecy.

Historically, it has been used three times. The first time was during the era of warring states and countless battles. The second time was during the early days of firearms, when industry and steam power were booming and alchemy and midnight magic were the three powers. The third time was more than a hundred years ago when the global alliance unified the world and races disappeared.

These three events became turning points in the struggle between humanity and the White Walkers.

The fourth [Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea] was stolen by this guy and used for his romantic affairs. I wonder if the old fogies of the tribe will be so angry when they find out that they will die on the spot. It would be a laughing stock if word got out.

The phrase "All rivers flow into the sea" seems to possess a mysterious power, always connecting the fate of a people with that of the world.

Fu Xun sized up Jin Ziyue.

The man's eyes were expressionless; he was simply calculating towards his goal with the precision of a machine, as if one could hear the gears rattling around him.

Fu Xun wondered if the clockwork suddenly stopped working one day, would the man just collapse straight down?

"By the way," Fu Xun asked, "you've been observing Sanshui all day, is there anything wrong with that girl?"

Jin Ziyue's brows furrowed.

He said, "Before I went to see Lao Yan today, another person who called himself 'Sanshui Linxin' contacted me."

"Another Sanshui Linxin?" Fu Xun was taken aback.

Jin Ziyue relayed the words of the evil spirit Sanshui without missing a single one.

This kind of trick...

Fu Xun pursed his lips, offering no comment.

It wasn't that Evil Spirit Sanshui was particularly eloquent, but rather that the girl upstairs was simply too skilled. This made Fu Xun somewhat unsure of what to do with her.

"What do you think?" Fu Xun asked.

Jin Ziyue stared at the streetlights, his eyes reflecting the light falling to the ground, his throat bobbing:
"The one upstairs is fake."

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)