Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

As Zhang Jiao's daughter, Zhang Ning naturally possessed the means to find her father, Zhang Jiao.

Under Zhang Mu's watchful gaze, the girl took a dragon-shaped jade disc, about the size of a palm, from her sleeve and placed it in her palm.

then.

Zhang Mu saw a drop of blood seep from Zhang Ning's fingertip, fall onto the jade disc, and seep into it.

In an instant.

The dragon-shaped jade disc emitted a faint red light, and within it seemed as if the soul of a red dragon was wandering.

At the beginning.

Zhang Mu initially thought that the dragon soul's wandering behavior was completely unpredictable.

But after observing for a while...

He then discovered it.

No matter how the dragon's body and tail swayed within the jade disc, its head always remained facing the same direction.

The dragon's head faces south?

That's the location of Suzaku Avenue!

Is Zhang Jiao currently on Zhuque Avenue?

"Brother Mu, this is a gift that Master Zuo Ci, who is as famous as Father in the Taoist sect, gave me when Ning'er was ten years old."

"It is called Xunlongbi."

"By simply dripping your own blood into it, it can sense the location of the nearest blood relative."

Searching for the Dragon Jade?

Having only heard of the Dragon-Seeking Ruler, Zhang Mu looked at the jade disc in Zhang Ningsu's palm with surprise, finding it quite novel.

of course.

It's just something new and exciting.

He had no intention of asking for it to play with or keeping it for himself.

As for Zhang Ning's casual mention that the item was a gift from Zuo Ci, Zhang Mu was not surprised at all.

In his past life, when he played strategy games, he would always try to create a blank "Three Immortals of the Late Han Dynasty" bond, either for pioneering or for fighting.

If we talk about this world...

He didn't recognize Zhang Jiao, Zuo Ci, or Yu Ji, who were also known as "immortals" among the common people, and he would never believe it even if you beat him to death.

While secretly thinking that he must meet Zuo Ci and Yu Ji when he has the chance in the future, Zhang Mu looked at Zhang Ning, who was following the guidance of the Dragon-Seeking Jade and walking towards Zhuque Street. He quickly followed.

After spending some time...

Upon arriving at Zhuque Avenue, Zhang Mu and Zhang Ning quickly located Zhang Jiao's whereabouts.

A corner of the bustling Zhuque Avenue.

A small fortune-telling stall was set up there.

After the fortune-telling stall.

A Taoist priest, with an air of otherworldly grace and detachment from worldly affairs, sat there.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a dark blue mixed-element Taoist robe, and his long, snow-white hair was not tied with a crown or turban, but simply tied with a yellow cloth around his forehead.

Although he worked on a bustling and noisy street.

But if you add to that the Taoist's baby-like fair skin, gentle and peaceful eyes, and ethereal, otherworldly aura...

Yanran is the image of a celestial being who is detached from worldly affairs.

If it weren't someone they knew well who saw them...

Anyone who saw the Taoist priest like this would be confused!

Besides.

What caught Zhang Mu's attention the most was...

It was the four-line Taoist verse written in ink on the divination banner beside the Taoist priest, which was inlaid with gold and spiritual patterns.

"Holding the divination sticks of Yin and Yang in hand, observing the myriad mechanisms of the mortal world with open eyes."

"Poverty and fortune are predetermined, and the Way can dispel the confusion of the common people in a chaotic world."

Zhang Mu read it aloud softly, marveling at the grandeur of the verse.

but.

When Zhang Mu realized that the old Taoist priest with the ox-nose was Zhang Jiao, he suddenly felt that it wasn't such a big deal.

after all.

This Taoist priest single-handedly ruined the fate of the Han Dynasty.

He certainly has the right to compose such an arrogant verse.

In just a short while.

Zhang Mu saw several noblewomen from the capital stop at Zhang Jiao's fortune-telling stall.

They would pick up an old purple bamboo divination tube from the divination stall and shake it to form a divination stick.

Or he might show his hand to Zhang Jiao...

but.

In any case, what Zhang Mu saw was the scene of noblewomen leaving generous sums of money for divination and then leaving satisfied.

"Ning'er!"

"If your old father were content to seek immortality and ask questions, with his divination skills, he could live a life of ease without worrying about food and drink."

Zhang Mu sighed sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ning looked up at Zhang Mu, smiled, and said, "Brother Mu, stop making things up about your father."

"Him."

"They probably already know we're here!"

Zhang Ning pointed to the divination banner that Zhang Mu had been looking at earlier, indicating that Zhang Mu should take a look.

Zhang Mu looked again.

Suddenly, I noticed that two more lines had been added after the original four lines of the Daoist verse.

"One can predict the fate of stars and constellations for millennia, yet one cannot fathom the intentions of a heartless fool!"

Looking at the newly baked verses, I added two lines of Taoist verse while he was distracted...

Zhang Mu was so angry he laughed.

"Hey!"

"That old Taoist priest is so narrow-minded that he won't even tolerate people talking about him behind his back."

The laughter hadn't subsided.

In a flash, Zhang Mu arrived at Zhang Jiao's fortune-telling stall and sat down.

"I say, Master..."

"Could you help me calculate whether losing this heart is a blessing or a curse for Mu?"

Zhang Mu glanced up at the divination banner fluttering in the wind, then smiled and looked directly at Zhang Jiao, saying, "Hmph!"

"Mu doesn't believe it."

"You old Taoist priest, as this verse says, you really can't calculate it!"

Facing Zhang Jiao, Zhang Mu showed less of the respect he had shown Tong Yuan.

As for their relationship...

It seems more like a close friendship between people of different ages, where they speak without any reservations.

Watching Zhang Mu suddenly appear, take over the spot, and disrupt his divination business...

Zhang Jiao did not immediately refute Zhang Mu's sarcastic remarks.

He first put away his otherworldly aura, then raised his hand and slapped Zhang Mu's hand, which was playing with the old purple wooden divination tube.

Zhang Jiao said irritably, "Zhang family brat, you're still the same stinky person you always were."

"They have absolutely no respect for the elderly or care for the young."

"He speaks 'the bull's nose' all the time, and 'the old Taoist priest' all the time."

"Look at all the high-ranking officials and dignitaries on this street. Which one of them doesn't treat my fortune-telling stall with respect?"

"Hey, take it easy."

"This divination tube has been with me for many years, even longer than you are. You can't afford to pay for it if it gets damaged."

Zhang Jiao swiftly snatched back the divination tube, puffed out his beard, and glared at Zhang Mu, berating him.

"Father!"

"Just help me calculate it!"

When Zhang Ning arrived at the fortune-telling stall, he saw his father, Zhang Jiao, and Mu Ge'er bickering as soon as they met, and he felt both annoyed and amused.

They clearly valued each other highly.

Yet they acted like a pair of bickering lovers.

But when she thought about Zhang Mu's health condition, Zhang Ning couldn't help but speak up to help him.

"Calculate?"

Zhang Jiao naturally noticed his daughter's arrival.

Noticing that her daughter's eyes were completely fixed on Zhang Mu...

He glanced at Zhang Mu with his eyes.

Although he intended to match his daughter with the young man Zhang Mu and make it a good match, seeing his daughter pursuing him so eagerly, Zhang Jiao felt a pang of heartache.

"Why bother calculating against this child!"

"Good people go unpunished, but evil ones live on for a thousand years."

"Ning'er, you watch."

Even if your father dies, this brat will still be alive and kicking.

Zhang Jiao's answer was perfunctory.

But unnoticed by Zhang Ning, Zhang Jiao gave Zhang Mu a deep look at his chest.

Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune.

Looking at Zhang Mu's fate...

Zhang Jiao saw no sign whatsoever that the boy's fortune was waning.

His gaze was lowered.

Zhang Jiao looked at a divination stick on the fortune-telling stall.

Those were the divination sticks that had been thrown out of the divination tube when he snatched it from Zhang Mu's hand, due to Zhang Mu's unintentional touch.

The two lines of the divination slip immediately caught Zhang Jiao's eye:

Old sorrows dissipate with the mist and the wind!

Auspicious air fills the house, bringing new life to everything!

This is undoubtedly a top-tier fortune.

Furthermore, considering the question posed by Zhang Mu...

Zhang Jiao can be identified.

Zhang Mu, who has lost his heart at this moment, will surely receive a great fortune when his heart returns in the future.

[I saw that the heart transplant plot was criticized, so I might as well give you a sneak peek.]

[When the protagonist's heart is replaced in the future, it will be tainted with the demonic essence of Lu Bu's blood, allowing the protagonist to activate the Demonic Unrivaled form without any side effects.]

[Yes, this is the demon general form belonging to the protagonist.]