Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Within the territory of Daqian.

The annual Dragon Festival has arrived once again.

The Dragon Festival is the grandest and most important festival in the fishing village. After years of development and dissemination, the Dragon Festival has become famous throughout Daqian, attracting countless tourists every year.

Due to the fame and popularity of the Dragon Festival, the fishing village has grown rapidly in just a few years, and its size is now comparable to that of a town.

During the annual Dragon Festival, many vendors come to the fishing village to set up long stalls either on the only road leading to the village or inside the village.

At these stalls, all sorts of dragon souvenirs are the main items for sale. In addition, there are also a wide variety of snacks, accessories, and toys available, offering a diverse range of choices.

Of course, among these long rows of stalls, there are not only vendors selling goods, but also fortune tellers and Taoist priests who can tell fortunes by analyzing characters and bones.

Yan Guang, who had previously escaped a calamity in the Great Wilderness Sand Anhe City thanks to his keen intuition, was now one of them.

After leaving the Great Desert and entering the Great Qian Dynasty, Yan Guang began to leisurely play in the human world, without any goals. He went wherever he wanted, entirely according to his own will, completely in a state of enjoyment.

After all, Yan Guang no longer needed to worry about making a living. The silver notes he received after selling all the treasures he had taken from the Northern Rong Ancient Kingdom were enough for him to live a carefree life for more than ten years.

He set up his fortune-telling stall near the fishing village purely out of a whim, not to earn money. Therefore, the white banner erected in front of his stall read—

"Fortune telling is done at your own discretion. Each fortune is worth ten taels. Once paid, no refunds or exchanges will be given." These are the sixteen large characters.

The rest were alright, but the outrageous price for the divination made his peers look at Yan Guang as if he were a fool.

Every tourist who passed by his stall would linger on Bai Fan and Yan Guang for a moment with strange and curious eyes.

This is Yan Guang's second day setting up his stall, and so far, he has not received a single customer.

Yan Guang was not in a hurry. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and sat there calmly and composedly.

The vendors who set up their stalls on either side of Yan Guang, out of curiosity, tried several times to talk to this strange old man, but were intimidated by the aura that Yan Guang inadvertently exuded, and swallowed their words each time they were about to speak.

Yan Guang was, after all, a first-rate martial arts master. Even with his eyes closed, he was perfectly aware of every move made by the vendors on both sides.

But he ignored them and took the initiative to talk to the two of them.

Around noon, two neatly dressed men carrying long swords followed the flow of people into the long street leading to the fishing village, which was filled with vendors.

"Senior brother, look at that fortune teller, is he a fool? Who around here is like him?"

The younger of the two pointed to Yan Guang's stall and whispered to his senior brother beside him.

These two were Hua Sheng and Cheng Song, who had come down from Baiyun Temple on Ziyun Mountain and were going out for training.

Upon hearing Cheng Song's words, Hua Sheng turned his gaze toward Yan Guang's stall.

He first glanced at the white banner beside Yan Guang, then fixed his gaze on Yan Guang.

"This person is a master."

Cheng Song was taken aback, then realized what Hua Sheng meant by "expert," and looked surprised. "Could this be the so-called 'great hermit in plain sight'?" Then his eyes lit up. "It seems this senior must have real skills. Why don't we go over and have our fortunes told?"

Although Baiyun Temple also has a tradition of divination, since Xuanxi passed away, no one in the temple has been proficient in this art.

Hua Sheng did not refuse Cheng Song's suggestion, and the two walked together to Yan Guang's stall and stopped.

Yan Guang slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.

"Would you two gentlemen like to have your fortunes told?"

In just one day, Yan Guang discerned the strength of the two individuals: one was at the mid-stage of first-rate, and the other was at the peak of second-rate.

To possess such cultivation at such a young age, one must undoubtedly be a disciple of a major sect.

Cheng Song glanced at Hua Sheng, then spoke to Yan Guang with great respect: "I would like to trouble this senior to do my calculations."

"What does this young master wish to consult?" Yan Guang asked Cheng Song.

Cheng Song thought for a moment and said, "Let's calculate our future achievements."

Yan Guang nodded and pushed the paper and pen on the table over, "Please have this young master write down his birth date and time."

Cheng Song picked up a pen and paper, wrote it down, and handed it to Yan Guang.

After comparing the birth chart with Cheng Song's face, Yan Guang slowly said, "Young master, you are born into wealth and will have many benefactors to help you throughout your life. Although you may encounter setbacks and obstacles in the future, you will be able to overcome them all safely. As for the achievements you asked about, I can only say that when the time comes, you will surely get what you want."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Cheng Song nodded happily.

Regardless of whether Yan Guang's calculations were accurate or not, at least what he said was something Yan Guang wanted to hear.

Cheng Song readily took out ten taels of silver and placed them on the table.

"This is the divination fee, please accept it, senior."

Just as Cheng Song and Hua Sheng were about to leave, Yan Guang called them back.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."

Cheng Song turned his head in surprise. "Is there anything else, senior?"

Yan Guang said, "Young master, as this is my first divination of the day, I have a word to remind you both."

"Senior, please speak."

Seeing that Yan Guang's expression was somewhat solemn, Cheng Song felt inexplicably nervous.

Yan Guangsu said solemnly, “Judging from your appearance, young master, you will soon encounter a great calamity. However, there are also auspicious signs emerging within the calamity, indicating that you will turn misfortune into good fortune. In any case, the severity of this calamity is unprecedented in my life, so I hope you will be extra careful.”

"Thank you for letting me know, senior. I will be more careful."

After thanking Yan Guang, Cheng Song and Hua Sheng hurriedly took their leave.

Yan Guang crossed his arms again and closed his eyes to rest.

The vendors standing nearby witnessed firsthand how Yan Guangshi earned a fortune—more than they could make in ten days of setting up their stalls—with just a few words. They were filled with admiration and even felt an urge to become his apprentices on the spot.

About an hour after Cheng Song and Hua Sheng left, Yan Guang's stall welcomed another customer.

Yan Guang opened his eyes again and looked at the seven or eight-year-old boy standing in front of his stall. He was a very cute and handsome boy with red lips and white teeth.

"Excuse me, could you please tell me when my father will return?"

The boy blinked his big eyes and looked at Yan Guang.

Yan Guang looked at the young man and shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry, young master, I can't tell what you're talking about. However, I can do a divination for you later. Through your divination, I can also learn a little about your father's future fortune."

The young man glanced at the white banner beside Yan Guang, pondered for a moment, then took out ten taels of silver from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said earnestly:

"Then please tell my fortune, sir."