Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 326 Heavenly General, Divination by Borrowing Fate
Beijing.

Yingtian Hall.

The hanging coffins are scattered, the chains are crisscrossed, and the spirit lamps flicker, like an inverted starry sky.

Song Yingtian stood with his hands behind his back beside the "Suppressing Emperor Pagoda," letting the blood mist swirl in front of him, and leisurely closed his eyes to rest.

Above the blood pool, fourteen iron locks, arranged in nine horizontal and five vertical directions, crisscrossed, suspending dozens of figures dressed in fine silks and satins.

There are both men and women, young and old, and all of them have fair skin, outstanding appearance, and noble air about them.

Now he is imprisoned and has been subjected to various methods, so he is not only unable to move, but also unable to make a sound.

All that remained was hatred, anger, and fear in his eyes.

For a moment, the hall was eerily quiet.

Just then, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.

A black-clad eunuch, with his shoulders hunched and back bowed, led the way with small steps, followed by a tall, thin middle-aged scholar.

The newcomer was dressed in black, with a brocade robe over his body. He stood straight as a pen, his temples were gray, and his gaze was indifferent, devoid of any human emotion.

He exuded an indescribable, eerie magic that sent chills down one's spine.

Wu Yong, Director of the Imperial Observatory!

He was also known as the "Strategist" and "Heavenly General" among the 108 Fiends of Fajiu Mountain.

"Grand Commandant, Supervisor Wu has arrived."

The eunuch stepped forward, knelt down in front of Song Yingtian with a thud, and whispered his report.

"Everyone, stand down."

Song Yingtian slightly raised his hand, then opened his eyes and looked at the person who had come in, a hint of concern in his eyes:
"Brother Yong, how are your injuries?"

"Thanks to the Fountain of Immortality bestowed by my elder brother, my injuries have been fully healed, and some of my lost lifespan has been restored."

Wu Yong smiled faintly, looked at the dozens of people hanging above the blood pool, and said in a low voice:

"The lineage of the Prince of Lu is that of the late emperor's younger brother, with forty-three direct descendants. In terms of noble bloodline, they are among the top in the royal family."

By offering this as a sacrifice, one can supposedly divine the whereabouts of Wu Song, Jing Yue, and the others.

At this point, Wu Yong's eyes flickered, and his chest ached slightly.

A few nights ago, he was summoned here by Song Yingtian to divine the whereabouts of Wu Song and others.

He didn't take it seriously at the time and chose Wu Song as the first character. As soon as he started the divination, he felt as if he had been hit hard and vomited blood on the spot. The divination result was also chaotic and unclear, which was unprecedented.

Later, he consulted the oracle about Abbess Jingyue, and as a result, he fainted on the spot, his hair and beard turned white, and he seemed to have aged decades in an instant.

If Song Yingtian hadn't intervened in time and then sent him a pot of the Fountain of Immortality to help heal his injuries, he would probably be long gone.

In the past two days, after recovering from his injuries, he reviewed the situation and guessed that the two people were currently enjoying great fortune and had some means to obscure the secrets of heaven, causing his divination skills to fail and resulting in a backlash.

Either they obtained a divine destiny within the ruins, or someone intervened and reversed the natural order for them.

The former inspires envy, the latter inspires fear.

Fortunately, his divination technique has a secret method that can forcibly glimpse the secrets of heaven, but the price is huge. It not only diminishes one's fortune and life but also reduces one's luck. It cannot be used by anyone who is not extremely wealthy and powerful.

However, a few years ago, he obtained an evil technique called "Undying Seal Curse" from an ancient tomb ruin, which can transfer most of the damage he suffers to others.

In recent years, he has secluded himself and created a new art of divination by borrowing life, based on the "Undying Seal Curse" and that secret divination method.

With minimal cost, they forcibly glimpse the secrets of heaven and are invincible.

The more precious the life being borrowed, the more accurate the divination will be.

What in the world is more precious than the life of an emperor?

And after the emperor, of course, are the royal family!

The closer one's bloodline is to the emperor, the more precious one's life is, and the more suitable one is for this art of divination by borrowing one's fate.

For example, the Luzhou Wang lineage right before our eyes.

It's strange, but in recent years, not only have there been civil unrest and rebellions in various places, but even the capital has seen repeated uprisings. These princes, for some reason, are abandoning their peaceful lives and constantly plotting rebellions.

They either secretly met with court officials, caused chaos in the harem, or secretly possessed imperial robes and crowns; one after another, they were always trying to cause trouble.

Even though their entire families were exterminated each time, it did not change their "determination" to rebel.

For example, the lineage of the Prince of Lu was accused yesterday of practicing witchcraft and cursing the Empress Dowager. As a result, their property was confiscated and they were imprisoned by the Imperial Clan Court.

then……

They were then transported to the Yingtian Palace. The entire family of forty-three direct descendants all possessed blood close to that of the emperor, making them excellent life-saving materials.

The family will suddenly fall ill tomorrow and die suddenly.

He really made a special meal of dumplings just for a dish of vinegar.

"First, we divined Wu Song's location. Our 'sworn brother' has profound luck, repeatedly turning danger into safety and misfortune into good fortune. He has a very strong destiny..."

Song Yingtian retreated to the side of the Zhenhuang Pagoda, making room for him, a strange look flashing in his eyes:
"Perhaps he is destined by fate..."

Wu Yong stopped in his tracks, his face filled with horror:

"The chosen one...?"

Song Yingtian did not respond, but only stared at the Prince of Lu hanging from the iron chain, and said indifferently:

"let's start."

Wu Yong turned his head, took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, formed hand seals, his internal energy surged, and he chanted incantations:

"Imperial fortune serves as firewood, disasters are averted at the spirit altar, the nine netherworlds connect to the star apertures, and life is borrowed through countless calamities..."

As he chanted the incantation, he leaped up and landed on the chains of the blood pool, each foot stomping on the head of a prince of Lu.

He bit his fingertip, dipped it in blood, and drew a blood talisman on the forehead of the sixth son of the Prince of Lu, then slapped his head on top of him:

"Edict!"

In an instant, the eyes of the sixth son of the Prince of Lu bulged out of their sockets, and his face, which was about thirty years old, aged at a visible speed.

At the same time, Wu Yong's eyes flashed with divine light, reflecting Wu Song's figure, which solidified from the illusory:
"Let me see where you are..."

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, traversing mountains and rivers, locking onto a majestic figure riding the wind—

With disheveled hair, a white bone Buddhist rosary hanging from his chest, and a yellow gourd at his waist, he sat astride a tiger amidst the wind and clouds.

Who else could it be but Wu Song?

"This is at……"

As Wu Yong's thoughts raced and he was about to get a clear look at his surroundings, a terrifying tiger's roar rang in his ears.

It was as if a thunderbolt had struck, shaking him so badly that his three souls were filled with terror and his seven spirits with fear!
"puff!"

His vision went black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The three princes and grandsons of Lu who he was touching seemed to age decades in an instant.

From a vibrant young man to an old man, his skin loosened, his face full of wrinkles, and finally, without even a groan, he was completely silenced.

"Wu Song is indeed destined for greatness. Despite sacrificing the bloodlines of three members of the royal family, we cannot even divine his whereabouts!"

Wu Yong was both shocked and furious. He took out a jade bottle, drank a mouthful of the Fountain of Immortality, and his pale face returned to normal.
"Those who are destined by Heaven are favored by Heaven and Earth. Unless one can surpass Heaven and Earth of this world, it cannot be predicted by divination..."

"Even if the Venerable Jingyue of Shuiyue Nunnery annihilated 100,000 elite soldiers and destroyed two military towns with a single palm strike..."

Song Yingtian's face remained calm and expressionless, showing neither joy nor anger. He spoke each word clearly and deliberately, his voice as firm as metal and stone:

"Even I, an old man, need to rely on this Lesser Heavenly Cycle Star Array to conceal the secrets of heaven in order to unleash it, at a great cost..."

"Shuiyue Nunnery, Jingyue!"

Wu Yong nodded and chanted incantations again to divine the whereabouts of Abbess Jingyue.

But just as the image of Abbess Jingyue appeared in his eyes, a furry black claw, as if piercing through the void, came crashing down on his head—

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)