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

As for what kind of fortune Zhang Mu will receive in the future?

Zhang Jiao is unclear.

He couldn't have guessed it either.

Although in the hearts of the poor people he saved with his talismanic water, this Taoist priest was revered as a living deity...

but.

He never reached that legendary realm of immortals and gods.

He remains within the realm of human beings.

Human strength has its limits; how can one possibly calculate everything?

If Zhang Jiao could truly calculate everything...

Whether Han Ji will fall or not.

At that time.

It all depends on his single thought.

Even this dragon of destiny, hidden in the void above Luodu City and representing the fate of the Han Dynasty, could be killed by Zhang Jiao with a single finger.

In front of the fortune-telling stall.

When Zhang Ning saw her father flatly refuse her request, the young girl became anxious.

She immediately tried to bypass the fortune-telling stall and go to Zhang Jiao, then hugged her father's arm and acted like a spoiled child...

She was Zhang Jiao's only daughter, whom he raised single-handedly.

Zhang Ning was very clear about this.

Her father, Zhang Jiao, had always been powerless against her coquettishness.

As long as the request isn't excessive, her loving father will usually grant it.

pity.

This time, before Zhang Ning could even take any action, Zhang Jiao had already foreseen what his daughter was going to do.

An invisible and colorless mysterious aura emerged with Zhang Jiao's soft hum, directly entangling Zhang Ning and binding her to the spot.

"Father, you..."

Zhang Ning struggled in vain, never expecting Zhang Jiao to do this.

"Girl, you're not even married yet, and you're already so biased towards outsiders."

What if she gets married?

"Wouldn't that mean handing over the entire Yellow Turban Holy Cult to this brat? Don't forget your status as a Holy Maiden."

Zhang Jiao's words made Zhang Ning blush with embarrassment on the spot.

Knowing that continuing the conversation would displease her father, Zhang Jiao, she could only give Zhang Mu a helpless look.

Noticing where her daughter's gaze fell...

Zhang Jiao's gaze fell on Zhang Mu, and seeing his leisurely demeanor as he sat in front of the fortune-telling stall, he was immediately filled with rage.

"Speak your mind, or shut up!"

"Don't bother the old Taoist priest's business in the secular world, or you'll affect his ability to guide those destined to cross over into this world."

Destined?

According to Mu, Yuan is the correct answer.

Zhang Mu thought to himself.

He smiled and said, "I wonder if the Master would mind guiding me?"

As he spoke, Zhang Mu swiped his palm across the table of the fortune-telling stall.

In an instant.

A crimson glint flashed between his fingers.

As soon as Zhang Mu withdrew his hand...

The thirteen completely crystallized blood crystals, each the size of a little fingertip, that he had previously dug out from Tan Shihuai's corpse, were lined up in front of Zhang Jiao.

Upon seeing the blood crystal, Zhang Jiao appeared completely unsurprised.

Instead, he waved his sleeves towards the corner where the fortune-telling stall was located.

Immediately.

A hazy light shield then formed and covered the area, preventing outsiders from spying on the blood crystal.

Inside the light shield, Zhang Mu found himself in complete silence.

He looked towards the bustling Zhuque Avenue...

The pedestrians on the street seemed oblivious to their presence, not a single one glancing at the fortune-telling stall.

After doing all this.

Zhang Jiao casually flicked the blood crystal on the divination table, sensing the faint aura left by its owner...

He said, "It seems that the strange activity on the grassland that I discovered a few days ago was because you killed that Tan Shihuai."

"Yeah, it's good to kill that guy."

"So that he won't lurk in the shadows and keep a watchful eye on the Central Plains."

Zhang Jiao showed no surprise whatsoever.

When mentioning Tan Shihuai, his tone was extremely calm.

It was as if Tan Shihuai, the Xianbei king at the half-step Overlord realm whom Lu Bu had to fight desperately to kill after he became possessed, was just an insignificant roadside figure to this Heavenly General.

"The sandalwood tree doesn't belong to Mu Tu!"

Zhang Mu wasn't shameless enough to steal Lü Bu's credit, so he denied it, saying, "If you really have to count..."

"Yes, Mu only crushed the heart of that sandalwood tree."

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's words, Zhang Jiao burst out laughing.

"So karma's finally caught up with you, you've lost all conscience now?"

Zhang Mu's face darkened upon hearing Zhang Jiao's gloating.

They are both heartless.

How can he be confused with Tan Shihuai?

If these can all be lumped together.

If he were to reverse the life story of JackeyLove from LPL Top Esports, wouldn't it be incredibly inspiring and completely outclass Xu Xiu?

From being relegated to a spinning top after two defeats against Vietnamese wildcard teams, to winning the S8 World Championship with a final flash forward, laying the foundation for the final outcome.

Anyone who sees it must be full of praise...

"Ten years of repeated defeats in foreign wars may seem humiliating, but it is just the path that Brother Shui has taken to get here."

Suppressing his delusions, Zhang Mu did not choose to confront Zhang Jiao's "mockery."

Instead, he sat upright at the divination table, quietly watching the Heavenly General.

Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Mu, who had become serious, and he also stopped smiling.

"so!"

"Gongzhi, you've come to see this old Taoist priest hoping I can use these blood crystals to refine a Qi Luck True Pill for you?"

"It must be because of your younger brother, Zhang Liao!"

Having regained some of his otherworldly air, Zhang Jiao spoke, revealing Zhang Mu's purpose.

"good!"

Zhang Mu readily admitted it.

He looked directly into Zhang Jiao's eyes: "Isn't Mu Zhi's arrival today exactly what you wanted to see, and what you also foresaw when we parted ways at Guanliang last time?"

During their questioning, the unusual atmosphere in Zhang Mu and Zhang Jiao's conversation caught the attention of Zhang Ning, who was being restrained.

They were chatting and laughing just a moment ago.

Why did I suddenly become nervous?

She wanted to speak up to break the awkward atmosphere.

but.

Faster.

It was the mysterious aura binding her that silenced her first.

"Knowing that the old Taoist priest had already calculated this, Gongzhi, why did you still come?"

Zhang Jiao gently shook his head at his daughter, signaling her to calm down.

"Hehe, aren't you afraid that the old Taoist priest will take this opportunity to ask for an exorbitant price?"

"In exchange for agreeing to help you refine the Qi Luck True Pill, you're asking me to do things you don't want to do?"

Zhang Jiao stared at Zhang Mu with a half-smile, adopting a composed and unperturbed demeanor.

Faced with Zhang Jiao's words.

Zhang Mu remained silent for a moment.

This was different from his previous bet with General Zhang Bao.

Although Zhang Bao has the title of General of the Earth, his actual strength is still within the scope of what he can see through.

No matter how big the bet.

He can solve it all.

And just how powerful is the current leader of the Zhang sect...?

to be frank.

Zhang Mu couldn't see through it.

Once he opens his mouth, Zhang Mu doesn't think the difficulty of his request will be much less than that of killing Tan Shihuai.

After a long while.

Zhang Mu, who was staring at Zhang Jiao, suddenly smiled freely.

then.

He threw the question back at Zhang Jiao verbatim.

"Can you?"

Finally, Zhang Mu uttered three words.

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's unexpected question, Zhang Jiao burst into laughter.

"Won't!!!"

"Hmph, although you brat call me 'Old Taoist Priest,' I would never be the kind of despicable person who takes advantage of others in distress."

"Not only does the old Taoist priest not know how, he also..."

Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Jiao pushed a square jade box in front of Zhang Mu.

"I'll give you one for free."

"Take it!"

"How can a Qi Luck Pill made with the blood of a foreign king and the fortune of another foreign race compare to this Qi Luck Pill made by the old Taoist with the fortune of Han Ji combined with the underground dragon vein?"

Zhang Mu opened the jade box and saw a pill inside that was emitting five colors.

And inside that five-colored pill.

A lifelike phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon soared through the scene.

Even though Zhang Mu was not knowledgeable in alchemy.

Even with the naked eye, he could tell that this pill was of exceptional quality.

Zhang Mu did not stand on ceremony.

After putting it away, his expression, which had been locked in a fierce standoff with Zhang Jiao, suddenly relaxed, and his imposing manner immediately diminished.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Mu adopted a respectful expression: "You're too kind, Daoist Master."

"Look at the mess you've made."

"Since you yourself claim you are not a despicable person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes, how could Mu be a gentleman who eats and takes without paying?"

"Why don't you make a request?"

"for example."

"I request that after you die, you instruct me to take care of your daughter, and that the son we have take your surname, so that your Zhang family may have a descendant."

"As for things like collecting the corpses..."

Zhang Mu waved his hand.

"Hi!"

"It's too unlucky. Mu Ke can't do it. Let Chu Feiyan do it instead."

Zhang Mu's attitude changed so quickly that Zhang Ning's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

After the initial shock...

The girl felt a sense of peace.

This.

That's the normal way his son and his father should get along!

It's rare for two people to not verbally spar or argue.

Zhang Jiao was completely unconcerned by Zhang Mu's offensive remarks about his tendency to threaten death.

It's just a matter of life and death.

He had long since given up on it.

Compared to what he plans to do in the future...

It was a success, thank goodness.

If things fail, how can their remains be preserved?

Therefore.

Zhang Jiao stroked his beard and asked with interest, "So..."

"I'll take your word for it."

"So, you suffered a setback at the hands of the ghostly soldiers and generals sent from the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum?"

"hehe!"

"To suffer a loss and still survive..."

"The old Taoist priest was right about you."