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Biyao took out two silver ingots from her sleeve, each weighing ten taels, and placed them on the table.

"Word divination: Me and Her."

Jin Ping'er glanced at Bi Yao with some surprise.

Zhou Yixian's eyes lit up as he looked at the two gleaming silver ingots, and his smile became even more genuine: "Alright! Xiao Huan, cast the divination."

Xiao Huan responded, sat up straight, and the drowsiness on her face vanished, replaced by focus and calmness.

She first looked at Biyao, who picked up her brush and wrote the character "Yao" neatly on the prepared yellow paper. Next to it, she wrote the character "Ping". After thinking for a moment, she took another piece of paper, picked up her brush, paused, wrote the character "Chuan", and pushed it to Zhou Yixian.

"This, test it too."

Zhou Yixian glanced at the three characters, especially the last one, "川" (Chuan), and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes. But he didn't ask any more questions and simply pushed all three pieces of paper in front of Xiao Huan.

Xiao Huan first looked at the character "瑶".

She traced the words lightly with her fingertips, closed her eyes, muttered to herself, and unconsciously made calculations with her fingers. After a moment, she opened her eyes, looked at Biyao, and frowned slightly.

"Yao means beautiful jade. However, jade in the mountains makes the trees lush, and pearls in the abyss keep the cliffs from drying up. What you seek on this journey, sister, may be deep in the waters, but... waters are treacherous, with hidden currents. Jade, though beautiful, is fragile, and the waters, though vast, are easy to get lost in. This character indicates that the road ahead is bumpy and shrouded in mist, and there may be... heartbreaking events. Sister, your obsession is too deep, and it may become a demon in your heart. Only if you can let go can you find freedom." Xiao Huan's voice was very soft, with the unique clarity of a young girl, but her words made Bi Yao's expression slightly tense.

Xiao Huan looked at the character "瓶" again, this time calculating for a shorter period of time.

"A bottle is a vessel for drawing water; it can hold or overflow. Sister, you are clever and adept at handling situations. We may be able to borrow your help on this trip, but please remember, a full bottle will overflow, and too much is as bad as too little. Also..."

She paused, glanced at Jin Ping'er, and lowered her voice, "The bottle has cracks, making it easy for external things to take advantage of it. Sister, you should be careful of the people around you, and you should also... guard your heart."

Jin Ping'er's smile froze for a moment, then blossomed again. She reached out and pinched Zhou Xiaohuan's cheek: "Little girl, what nonsense are you talking about? My heart is as hard as iron. How could I possibly fall for anyone?"

Zhou Xiaohuan didn't dodge, but just looked at her with clear eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts. Jin Ping'er felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so she withdrew her hand and chuckled twice.

Finally, Xiao Huan's gaze fell on the character "川" (Chuan). She stared at it for a long time, raising and lowering her fingertips several times, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Zhou Yixian watched from the side and also came over, staring at the character "川" (Chuan), calculating with his fingers, his expression gradually becoming somewhat strange.

Biyao's heart leaped into her throat, and her fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

After a long while, Xiao Huan finally raised her head, looked at Bi Yao, and slowly shook her head, her face filled with confusion and a hint of apology.

"Sister Biyao, I can't figure out this character."

Biyao was taken aback: "Can't it be detected?"

"Hmm." Xiao Huan nodded and said with certainty, "Chuan means flowing water, which should signify change, long journey, or accessibility. However, the energy of this character is... very chaotic and mixed, as if it is covered and stirred up by something, or as if... there is more than one path and more than one possibility. I can't see it clearly and I can't calculate it accurately."

Zhou Yixian stroked his beard and pondered, "How strange! This character is clearly simple, yet it is completely chaotic. This person's fate... seems to be very different from that of ordinary people. The secrets of heaven are obscure and difficult to fathom. Even I cannot predict it accurately."

Biyao stared silently at the character "川" for a long time. Jiang Xiaochuan, his name contained the character "川". She was using this character to ask about his fortune, his future, and whether they would ever meet again.

But both Xiao Huan and Zhou Yixian said they couldn't get a result.

Is it forbidden to spy? Or is his fate already deviating from the norm?

She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging sense of loss and unease in her heart, and took out ten taels of silver, placing them next to the twenty taels she had previously received.

"In that case, these ten taels can be used to buy candied hawthorns for Little Huan." Her voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Zhou Xiaohuan glanced at the silver ingot, then at Biyao, seemingly wanting to decline. But Biyao had already pushed the silver ingot in front of her, her attitude clear. Zhou Xiaohuan pursed her lips and finally whispered, "Thank you, Sister Biyao."

Jin Ping'er watched from the side, sighing inwardly. Yao'er... she still couldn't let go.

Biyao suddenly spoke up: "Xiaohuan, how have you been all these years?"

Zhou Xiaohuan nodded: "Okay, Grandpa and I traveled around and saw a lot of fun things and interesting people."

Biyao was silent for a moment, then asked, "Have you... seen... your candied hawthorn brother?"

Zhou Xiaohuan's eyes flickered, she lowered them and shook her head: "No, we haven't seen each other since we parted ways in the East China Sea."

Biyao said "Oh" and stopped talking, while Jin Ping'er looked at Zhou Xiaohuan thoughtfully.

As she was thinking, a gentle male voice suddenly came from beside her:

"Sir, could you also divine a character for me?"

The three turned around and saw a young man standing by the table.

He wore a light blue shirt, his face was somewhat pale, his features were delicate, and his temperament was gentle, but deep in his eyes there was a subtle gloom.

Zhou Yixian's eyes lit up, and he immediately put on a smile: "Please sit down, young master! What would you like to have divined? Your marriage? Your future? Or...?"

"To predict whether this journey will be auspicious or inauspicious." The man smiled slightly and wrote three words on the paper: Qin Wuyan.

Zhou Xiaohuan looked at the three words, did some quick calculations with her fingers, frowned, then relaxed, looked up at Qin Wuyan, and slowly said:

"Young Master Qin's journey is fraught with misfortune."

Qin Wuyan's smile remained unchanged: "Oh? How will you be violent?"

"Within the Dead Swamp, there is only death and no life." Zhou Xiaohuan said each word carefully, "But life is hidden within death, and death is hidden within life. Whether one lives or dies depends entirely on your decision, young master."

Qin Wuyan remained silent for a moment, then took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the table: "Thank you for your guidance, young lady."

He stood up, nodded slightly to Biyao and Jin Ping'er as a greeting, turned and left, his steps unhurried, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Jin Ping'er watched his retreating figure, narrowing her eyes: "Qin Wuyan... that 'Poison Prince' from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?"

Biyao hummed in agreement, saying nothing more. She looked at Zhou Xiaohuan and suddenly asked, "Xiaohuan, you just told me to let go of my obsession. What will happen if I don't?"

Zhou Xiaohuan looked at her for a long time before softly saying, "Obsession can turn you into a demon, hurting both yourself and others. Sister, some people and some things cannot be forced."

Biyao smiled, but it was a faint, bitter smile.

"I know," she said, her voice as soft as a sigh, "but I can't let go."

She turned and walked into the village. Jin Ping'er glanced at Zhou Xiaohuan, then at Bi Yao's retreating figure, sighed, and followed her.

Zhou Xiaohuan sat at the table, staring in the direction Biyao had left, motionless for a long time. Zhou Yixian leaned closer and whispered, "Girl, that character '川' just now..."

"Grandpa," Zhou Xiaohuan interrupted him, her voice low, "some things are better left unsaid."

Zhou Yixian choked, stroked his beard, and muttered, "Fine, I won't say it... But these two girls are no pushovers. One is infatuated, the other is venomous, and then there's that even more venomous one from before... Tsk tsk, this Dead Swamp is going to be quite a spectacle."

Zhou Xiaohuan didn't reply. She looked down at the character "川" on the paper for a long time before gently folding it up and putting it into her sleeve.

A gust of wind blew, ruffling the corner of the paper on the table. In the distance, Biyao and Shuilu's figures gradually disappeared into the crowd.