saint of humanity

Two months later, in the secret room of the Grand Commandery, Lu Ye and Fu Wei sat opposite each other.

The latter said bitterly: "Brother, if you don't tell me what to calculate specifically, how can I calculate it?"

The six-month period agreed upon with Fu Wei had arrived. Seeing that his blood and energy seemed to be in good condition recently, Lu Ye called him over and asked him to tell him his fortune.

Lu Ye has never had a clue about the transformation of the talent tree. Now he can only put his hope on Fu Wei to see if he can show him a clear path with his methods.

But the problem lies here. Lu Ye could not tell Fu Wei about the talent tree. Fu Wei would be very confused. Divination usually has a clear direction. For example, last time, he helped Lu Ye calculate where the harvest would be.

Lu Ye looked at him steadily, with an expression that said, "That's your business."

Fu Wei felt a headache: "Then Brother, I will ask you a few questions, please try your best to answer them."

"Yes!" Lu Ye nodded.

"Does this matter concern your practice?"

Lu Ye nodded.

"It has nothing to do with fighting?" Fu Wei asked again.

Lu Ye thought about it and realized that the talent tree itself could not be used in battle, but many of the Dao patterns could be used, such as the talent tree clone.

“Something is connected.”

Fu Wei became even more confused. It was related to both cultivation and fighting. In a trance, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the Panshan Knife on Lu Ye's waist and immediately showed a thoughtful look.

Brother, are you counting Dao soldiers? For a cultivator, this is the only thing that is related to both. A cultivator relies on Dao soldiers to achieve the Dao, especially since Lu Ye is currently at the level of Fusion Dao, and he is about to face this problem.

Taoist soldiers will also play a vital role when fighting with others.

With a direction, he seemed much more relaxed, and nodded, "Brother, wait a moment, I'll give it a try!"

As he said this, he flipped his palm and suddenly six tortoise shells appeared.

The last time he did divination, he used three pieces. This time, it seems that he is much more serious than last time.

As Lu Ye watched, he saw Fu Wei throw the six tortoise shells in front of him. The tortoise shells did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, lingering around Fu Wei in different trajectories and directions.

Just like last time, he looked solemn and muttered to himself.

The six rotating tortoise shells spun faster and faster, gradually forming an impenetrable barrier on his side. Many complicated patterns flowed on it, looking unpredictable.

Everything was normal at first, but at a certain moment, Lu Ye suddenly found that Fu Wei's aura became erratic, and his face suddenly turned pale.

It was at this moment that Fu Wei suddenly opened his eyes.

But his eyes lost all their blackness, leaving only a white color, and trembled violently.

He seemed to have seen something incredible, and his face showed an extremely frightened expression. He suddenly cried out in a strange voice: "Oh my God!"

His body fell backwards suddenly, and the back of his head hit the ground with a thud.

With a crisp sound, the six tortoise shells wrapped around his side were all shattered into pieces. A huge scar suddenly ran across Fu Wei's chest, deep enough to see the bone, and blood was flowing.

Lu Ye quickly stood up, picked him up and hid him behind him, raised his hand to draw out the Panshan Knife, and looked around vigilantly.

But no matter how he investigated, he did not find any signs of intrusion. The restrictions and formations of the entire mansion were all intact. Moreover, Yuan Xi, who was sitting in the city, did not react at all from beginning to end.

"Senior Brother..." Fu Wei's extremely weak voice came from behind.

Lu Ye turned his head and saw that his eyes had returned to normal, but they were gray and seemed to have lost their luster. He was extremely weak, covered in cold sweat and his clothes were wet.

"It wasn't a surprise attack..." He forced himself to sit up straight, "I saw something."

"What did you see?" Lu Ye frowned.

He couldn't understand it. He just asked Fu Wei to help calculate the direction of the transformation of the talent tree. How did it suddenly turn out like this?

And since it wasn’t a sneak attack, then what happened to Fu Wei’s injuries?

During the questioning, Lu Ye made a brief investigation and his expression suddenly changed.

There was a power lingering on Fu Wei's wound that was extremely familiar to him!

The power of death!
Looking at the entire inner world, only Shang can exert the power of Shang, but Shang is a Taoist soldier of Ba Qiu, how could he hurt Fu Wei? And in a place like this.

"I..." Fu Wei opened his mouth and recalled the scene he had just seen in his mind. It was hard to accept for a moment, but this was what he saw. For the Bu clan, seeing is reality.

"Brother, you will have a battle with Tyrant Qiu... a battle of life and death!" He said in a heavy tone.

What he couldn't accept was not the confrontation between Lu Ye and Ba Qiu, but the deeper involvement.

Lu Ye was the destiny he had chosen, and he also received guidance from the old patriarch, but Ba Qiu was the old patriarch's destiny. They shared life and death, honor and disgrace. If there was a battle between the two destinies, wouldn't it mean a confrontation between his destiny and the old patriarch's?
No matter what the outcome of such a confrontation is, he is not willing to accept it.

"What the hell!" Lu Ye said angrily.

Not to mention that there is a huge gap in strength between him and Ba Qiu, and there is no possibility of confrontation. Just talk about their relationship, there is no grudge between them at all, so why should they fight a life-and-death battle?

Moreover, Liao and Shang have a very good relationship. If this relationship continues, even if they become friends in the future, they will definitely not become enemies.

"Didn't I ask you to help calculate the direction of my future practice? How come you saw these things?"

"I don't know either?" Fu Wei shook his head.

Lu Ye frowned.

He had seen Fu Wei's abilities before. Whether it was the divination in the wonders or the matter of Huan Qing, it all showed that this boy was very good at divination.

But what is he calculating now? Even if he grows to the level of Tyrant Qiu in the future and there are some disagreements between him and Tyrant Qiu, at this level, there is no irreconcilable hatred and they will not fight to the death.

Then he suddenly remembered that Mingyuelun once asked him to help him get revenge. After being rejected, Mingyuelun made it clear that some things would eventually happen even if he didn't want them to.

Ming Yue Lun had already sensed her own destruction at that time, and the target of her revenge was undoubtedly Ba Qiu.

First there was Mingyuelun, and now there is Fuwei. Is it possible that there will really be a battle between him and Baqiu?
But even so, it would be at most an exchange of ideas, not a life-and-death battle.

"What else did you see?" Lu Ye thought he should ask clearly.

Fu Wei shook his head and said, "Many things are not clear, they are hazy. Oh, by the way, there seems to be a tree behind Brother, with roots hanging down and entwined in the void!"

Lu Ye's eyes narrowed immediately: "What kind of tree?"

"It's golden, huge, and seems to be burning. I don't know what it is, and I've never seen it before. Its roots seem to be wrapped around Tyrant's Taoist soldiers, and it's madly devouring something..."

The big tree that looks like it is burning is undoubtedly the talent tree.

Fu Wei actually saw the talent tree!

But since Lu Ye got the talent tree, it has been hidden in his body and has never materialized. How did Fu Wei see it? Could it be that the talent tree can be materialized after it transforms again?

The roots hung down, entwined the void, and devoured Tyrant Qiu's Taoist soldiers.

Shang is a treasure! Can the talent tree devour it?

Lu Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, and a bold idea vaguely emerged in his mind.

"Brother, my head hurts..." Fu Wei showed a look of pain, "My chest hurts too, I feel like my strength is sealed by some kind of power."

"What's wrong with your injury?" Lu Ye still hasn't figured it out.

Even though Fu Wei saw some extraordinary things, the injury was somewhat inexplicable.

"This is a sword from the future!" Fu Wei explained while holding his head, "Senior Ba Qiu's fate cannot be predicted. This is the backlash of divination."

A sword from the future!
Lu Ye was horrified. No wonder he didn't find any signs of invasion, and he felt that this was the power of death.

In fact, this is the power of death, but it was triggered by Fuwei's glimpse into a corner of the future.

Could what this guy saw really happen?

"Last question, who won the battle between me and Ba Qiu?" Lu Ye asked.

Fu Wei shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't see the result..."

Lu Ye nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He asked that question out of pure curiosity and didn't take it seriously. Even if he and Ba Qiu really would have a life-and-death battle in the future, the answer Fu Wei told him at this moment would not affect his mentality in the slightest.

"Sit still!" Lu Ye ordered, sitting cross-legged opposite Fu Wei, raising his hand and pressing it on his chest, activating the power of the talent tree to help him burn away the power of death.

After all, it was because of me that Fu Wei suffered this time. He would be seriously injured after this divination, and it would take at least half a year to recover. If he was still affected by the power of death in this weak state, the recovery period would inevitably be even longer.

Lu Ye had no way to help him quickly recover his lost energy, but at least he could help him dissolve the power of death.

Fu Wei was whining and looked very uncomfortable.

The power of Sorrow is not easy to dissolve, because Sorrow has already reached the level of a supreme treasure, and the power lingering in the wound belongs to the power of a supreme treasure.

In the past, it would take Lu Ye ten days or half a month to help him resolve the problem.

However, this time the progress was obviously faster, because Lu Ye discovered that the power of sorrow left by the sword from the future was much weaker than what he had endured before.

So it only took three days for the power of sorrow in Fuwei's body to be completely eliminated.

He was shocked!

If there is anyone in the inner world who knows Ba Qiu best, it must be the old Bu clan member who followed him back then.

The old Bu clan had told Fuwei a lot about Ba Qiu, so Fuwei certainly knew how treacherous and difficult the power of Shang was.

This is a power that the other ten city lords of Hedao City are extremely afraid of. Once they are injured by Ba Qiu during a fight, their strength will inevitably be weakened. The more serious the injury, the greater the impact.

Even if a strong man at the same level as Tyrant Qiu wants to resolve the situation, he will have to pay a huge price.

As for ordinary Hedao...there is no means or ability to resolve it.

But Lu Ye, a fusion Dao, managed to do this in three days. How could Fu Wei not be shocked? (End of this chapter)