Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 246, Section 037: Clash of Swords

Within a few breaths, Jin Ziyue's expression gradually calmed down.

He silently removed the [Shunli Chengzhang] and replaced it with [Aishen Tanqi]. His entire demeanor changed abruptly, as if he had blended into the environment. If the scene hadn't been so tense, he might have been mistaken for a passerby and overlooked.

Everyone present was an expert, and they immediately became wary when they saw Jin Ziyue switch to a new inscription they were unfamiliar with.

Rumor has it that this guy has many strange and unusual pronouncements, all of which are unknown pronouncements not recorded in previous historical records.

Omens can mutate and evolve. It is not shameful to encounter an unfamiliar omen, since the types and number of omens are linked to the size of the human population, and it is impossible for anyone to memorize all of them.

And Jin Ziyue...

It seems that he can produce unfamiliar pronouncements at any time.

Chu Pingqiu had beads of sweat on his forehead; he was under the most pressure of everyone present.

three seconds.

It only took the other party three seconds to go from removing the command phrase to putting it back on.

Only he knew that at his maximum speed, it would take at least thirty seconds to guide the life-giving words from his flesh and blood to his palm, store them in a container, replace them with the life-giving words, and wait for the life-giving words to circulate throughout his body with his blood to fully exert their effects.

For those who control destiny, changing the words of destiny is their essential skill and the best test of a person's basic abilities.

What does three seconds mean? In a life-or-death struggle, the opponent can switch between life and death phrases at will, and even disarm you at close range; while someone who is not skilled can only use one life phrase to fight to the death.

Moreover, those who control destiny are people who defy fate. They will never have their own destiny inscription in their lifetime. All the inscriptions they receive are like reeds on a wall, freely picked and chosen by others.

The personal motto represents the most fitting and deeply meaningful motto.

However, the one who controls destiny does not have a destiny of their own.

They use the word of destiny, they exchange the word of destiny, they enslave the word of destiny.

The way of controlling fate, in the final analysis, is to betray the way of fate.

Naturally, fate will not show any mercy. The destiny inscription of any wielder is as fragile as weeds, without any intimate barrier; while when an ordinary person is highly compatible with their destiny inscription, the destiny inscription is completely bound to them for life, and unless the host dies, they will remain loyal for life.

Chu Pingqiu was very wary of his methods.

But he couldn't show any weakness, so he raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems you don't care about your brother's life or death?"

He confirmed several times that he had bribed several thugs to kidnap the three men; he had only received the news a few minutes earlier.

"What a heartless person." Chu Pingqiu raised his phone and made a call right in front of him. "Then say goodbye to your brother."

"beep--"

"Wait!" Chen Ruolan opened her eyes wide, as if she were about to step forward.

Suddenly, Jin Ziyue stopped her arm.

Chen Ruolan glanced at him with displeasure, but found that Jin Ziyue's expression was calm and his eyes were as cold as a deep pool.

Realizing her loss of composure, Chen Ruolan patiently lowered her head.

Chu Pingqiu dialed the phone triumphantly: "Then I'll help your brother convey his last words."

"Hello, it's me." He heard that the call had already been connected that day.

"Hello." The person on the other end was speaking Mandarin. Wow, they're quite skilled.

"Are those three still around? Get rid of one of them."

"Yes, I'm here," the other person replied. "What should I do?"

"Of course we should kill him!" Chu Pingqiu shouted loudly, as if afraid that Jin Ziyue on the other side wouldn't hear him.

Chen Ruolan couldn't hear their conversation, but she could see Chu Pingqiu looking fierce but actually weak, nervously watching Jin Ziyue.

Jin Ziyue glanced at her and said, "Old Yan is safe."

"Ah, kill him? That's not a good idea, is it? The police are on their way," said the young man on the phone, who sounded to be only a teenager.

"What's going on? Even the cops are here!" Chu Pingqiu said angrily. "Forget it, just take them all out."

"Douzi, who are you talking to on the phone?" came the question from the man on the other end of the line.

"Ah, Brother Xun, I don't know either. I just answered the phone when I saw it."

Chu Pingqiu had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

"Idiot! That's the kidnapper's boss's call! Why are you answering it! What if he finds out we've run away?!" The man on the other end of the line was extremely agitated and said in a low, strained voice.

But we can hear it clearly from here.

Chu Pingqiu's face turned pale and then flushed.

"Oh no, what do we do now!" The child finally realized what was happening, and in his frantic attempt to grab the phone, he heard the sound of it being knocked and banged.

"These useless people can't even catch a person properly!" Chu Pingqiu roared angrily.

"Hey, big brother, we didn't run away. We're tied up really tight. The kidnapper is sleeping soundly. We're pretty self-disciplined, so we're taking over shifts."

The man on the other end of the line hurriedly took the phone and said with a fawning smile.

Chu Pingqiu squinted, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"Don't worry, brother, we've tied it up securely. Don't call for backup, we have enough people here! You..."

He hung up the phone silently.

The scene became somewhat quiet for a moment.

Chen Ruolan breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, glanced at Jin Ziyue, and asked, "Have you arranged for anyone to help you?"

“No,” Jin Ziyue said. “Fu Xun has also returned to provide support.”

“Then what about them…” Chen Ruolan was a little worried.

“But they can’t touch a hair on Douzi’s or Lao Yan’s head,” Jin Ziyue said calmly, as if he had already known this outcome.

Chen Ruolan muttered a dissatisfied remark, but ultimately said nothing. Instead, she turned her gaze back to the six people present, raised an eyebrow at Jin Ziyue, and said, "Shall we deal with this first?"

Chu Pingqiu noticed the other party's unfriendly gaze, chuckled twice, and said, "What, still want to fight? Don't you know how many of us there are?"

"Crack, crack." Chen Ruolan cracked her knuckles, twisted her neck, bit her lower lip, and said coldly, "I hate being threatened the most. Your numbers are no match for us! Be prepared to be beaten to a pulp!"

With that, her aura exploded, and carrying a mysterious weapon that resembled a cello, she rushed forward.

"Come on!" Chu Pingqiu showed no fear, the piano strings in his hands flying, shooting out and pulling stones out, churning up the soil and throwing them out.

Zhang Xixi, seeing an opportunity, remained expressionless and said, "I'll handle her."

Chu Pingqiu said discontentedly, "Of course we'll all go together! Who wants to fight one-on-one?"

"Yay!" Zhang Rang secretly ripped off the tape sealing his mouth at some point, let out a joyful shout, and charged out first.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng also picked up his greatsword again and followed closely behind.

Jin Ziyue drew his 'Pupil Ball' and silently followed behind Chen Ruolan, the blade casting a cascade of moonlight across the ground.

"Your opponent is me." Wei Zheng swung his sword horizontally, stirring up dust and sand.

Jin Ziyue didn't say much, but with a flick of his wrist, he charged forward with his sword.

Their gazes, one cold and one warm, seemed to spark an interaction even before they clashed.

(End of this chapter)