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Chapter 482 Song Yingtian Seeks Interpretation of Divination
Yingtian Hall.

"When did you find out?"

Song Yingtian's expression faltered slightly. He slowly lowered his head, looked at the bloodied and mangled Wu Yong, and after a moment of silence, slowly said:
"I am confident that I have not given myself away."

"You didn't... give anything away, but I understand... human nature..."

Wu Yong strained to look up at the more than one hundred bronze coffins hanging overhead, and gave a bitter smile:
"These 108 bronze coffins correspond to the 108 Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends. As the Heavenly Mystery Star, one of them must be for me."

Moreover, ever since you severed the Great Yu Dragon Vein, my cultivation has increased day by day. I don't need to cultivate; it has been soaring all the way up, like being forced to mature.

What to do after ripening with artificial methods?
"Of course, it's time to harvest!"

Song Yingtian fell silent, then gave a cold laugh before saying quietly:
"So...you put aside your past grievances and conspired together to murder me?"

"To survive."

Wu Yong coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, and his breath rapidly weakened.
"Unfortunately... I fell for your trick and underestimated your cunning. What you told me was actually false information... which led Wu Song and the others into your trap."

You... have never trusted anyone. Your so-called brothers are nothing more than tools you use.

Wu Yong, the star of the Heavenly Star, was a schoolteacher in his early years. He met Song Yingtian, who was a minor official in the county government at the time, when they were both still in humble circumstances.

Later, the two traveled the world together and got involved in a serious crime, so they went to Fajiu Mountain together. In the end, Fajiu Mountain replaced Chao Gai and became the leader of Fajiu Mountain.

Later, he gathered heroes from all over the world and led the sworn brotherhood of the "108 Fiends of Fajiu Mountain" and arranged their seats.

After that, he followed Song Yingtian in leading the eastern and western expeditions, the southern and northern campaigns, and was granted official titles and ranks. His career progressed and declined, and he eventually rose to the highest position and dominated the court.

From a mere bandit to a powerful official who controlled the court, Wu Yong's rise to a legendary figure is truly remarkable, and his contribution is undeniable.

It can be said that he was Song Yingtian's strategist, shadow, and most trusted planner and executor.

Many of the 108 villains who swore brotherhood at Mount Fajiu were assassinated, captured, and turned into corpses under his leadership.

However, Song Yingtian still used it as supplies!

"Tools? But I have also allowed you to enjoy wealth and luxury. Your descendants will live in fine clothes and sumptuous food, comparable to princes and nobles."

Song Yingtian took a deep breath, looked at Wu Song and the other man who were blocked by numerous demonic corpses, and said in a deep voice:
"Back then, you were just a schoolteacher, living on simple meals and struggling to make ends meet. Even though you were full of knowledge, without me, you might have died in that little mountain valley long ago."

I grant your clan decades of worldly wealth and honor, which is more than enough to reward your achievements.

"It's better than the Wu brothers, who spend their lives in hiding, living in constant fear, without even a lineage to continue. Don't you think so, Wu brothers?"

He chuckled sinisterly, lifted his foot, and stomped down, his toe lightly touching Wu Yong's forehead.

This Grand Astronomical Observatory Director of the Great Yu Dynasty, the strategist among the 108 Fiends of Fajiu Mountain, the mastermind behind the Grand Commandant of the Great Yu Dynasty, and the chess player shrouded in the mists of history, didn't even have time to utter a sound before his soul was scattered.

After killing Wu Yong, Song Yingtian's aura surged dramatically, with wisps of black smoke rising and swirling around him like a black curtain obscuring the sun, making him look ferocious and malevolent.

He walked slowly forward, looked at the silent Gongsun Shengdao, and sighed deeply:
“Brother Gongsun, it has been decades since you left without saying goodbye. I miss you very much.”

Today's events were not my wish; brothers turning against each other and resorting to arms is so cruel..."

Do you have no shame?
They deliberately spread false information that they were going into seclusion to lure people to Yingtian Hall and then ambush and kill them!

The other bandits from Fajiu Mountain and the Yin spirits from various factions who accompanied them were all killed by the demon corpse.

Are you saying now that this wasn't your original intention?
That old dog is truly shameless!

"Bah, you old dog Song, spit it out! We dared to come and kill you, we've already disregarded life and death. Kill us if you want, the moment you even flinch, you're as good as a grandson!" Wu Song spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered repeatedly.

"Brother Wu Song, your temper is still as volatile as ever. Very well, I'll get straight to the point."

Song Yingtian remained silent for a moment, his expression unchanged. With a flick of his sleeve, a sheet of white paper covered in writing floated out in front of Wu Song and the other man.
"I have obtained a divination by chance, and I have searched for diviners all over the world, but none of them can interpret it. The Plum Blossom Divination of the Gongsun brothers is unparalleled in the world. Please teach me."

“Wu Yong is also skilled in divination, why don’t you go and ask him?”

Wu Song rolled his eyes and pointed at Wu Yong, who had turned into a corpse:

"This guy was famous for his fortune telling and interpretation back in the day."

"Back then, Wu Yong and his brother only had a fragment of a fortune-telling manual, which was nothing more than a trick of a charlatan. Later, when they took over the Imperial Observatory, even though they completed the inheritance, their aptitude was ultimately limited."

Song Yingtian recalled Wu Yong's miserable experience when he divined the fates of Wu Song, Jing Yue, and Liu Sheng, and his face darkened. He was unwilling to talk about it anymore.

He looked at Gongsun Sheng, his gaze intense:
"But the Gongsun brothers are different. Your lineage has been passed down for thousands of years. You yourself are exceptionally talented and your calculations are always accurate. I have been searching for you for decades and have finally waited for you!"

Please help me interpret this divination. In return, I will let you leave the capital. How about that?

"You would be so kind?"

Wu Song's pupils contracted, his face full of disdain. He instinctively looked at the divination text on the paper, wanting to see what it was that could make Old Dog Song willing to give in.

On the white paper, clearly written in archaic script—

[The original hexagram is: Fire over Earth (Jin), with the upper trigram being Li (fire) and the lower trigram being Kun (earth).]

Moving line: Line 62 (yin changing to yang), lower trigram Kun changing to Li.

The changing hexagram is: Mountain Fire (贲) (upper and lower trigrams), the body trigram remains Li, and the changing application trigram is Gen.

The three lines of small characters are all recognizable, but when put together, they leave the reader completely bewildered and dizzy.

What the hell is this?
No wonder nobody can understand it!

"The 108 Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends Demonic Arts have appeared several times in history. Once you practice them, they become like a persistent carbuncle, and even in death, you cannot get rid of them..."

Gongsun Sheng glanced at the divination text on the paper, his pupils trembled, and then he spoke calmly:

“The 108 separate demonic arts are each like a demonic seed. Practicing them is like nurturing them. Once the skills are mastered and the seeds are ripe, they attract, devour, and merge with each other, eventually condensing into a human-demon seed. You let us leave the capital, yet we can sense each other through our demonic seeds. What is the point of that?”

"Clap clap~"

Song Yingtian clapped his hands and chuckled, then nodded:

"As expected of the Gongsun brothers, descendants of the secluded sect Tianji Valley, with its long-standing lineage, it's not surprising that they were able to find out the origins of my demonic art."

However, if you can interpret this divination for me, at least the two of you will not have to die today.

As the saying goes, it's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious death. Even ants try to survive; delaying death by a few days is always better, isn't it?

Wu Song exhaled sharply, his breath sharp as a knife, and rolled up the white paper in front of him, shredding it into powder with two quick "whoosh" sounds.
"Whether he dies sooner or later, he's going to die anyway, so why bother helping him interpret it! Brother Gongsun, don't help him interpret it. This divination must be very important. Let him remain without an answer, tormenting himself with anxiety every day, living in constant unease, haha—"

"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)