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

Although the boy was simply dressed, Yan Guang could tell from his ease in taking out ten taels of silver and his nonchalant attitude towards the silver, as well as the noble qualities he exuded, that this boy must have been born into a wealthy and noble family.

Yan Guang took the birth date and time written by the boy and continued to examine it closely, comparing it to his face.

After a moment, Yan Guang spoke up: "Young Master, you have a full forehead and a square jaw, which are signs of a first-class noble person. Moreover, there is a faint purple aura around you, so it seems that your status is among the top in the entire Great Qian Dynasty."

Yan Guang whispered the second half of the sentence to the boy, so only the two of them could hear it.

Judging from the boy's current attire, it was clear that he did not want to reveal his identity. Moreover, if someone discovered him and kidnapped him, he would inevitably get into a lot of trouble.

The boy didn't know how to hide his emotions, and after hearing Yan Guang's words, he clearly showed a nervous expression.

Seeing this, Yan Guang immediately smiled and comforted him, "Young master, don't be afraid. I will keep this a secret for you and will never tell anyone else."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Yan Guang and asked, "Old sir, have you calculated anything related to my father?"

Yan Guang replied, "Young master, don't worry, your father is doing very well now and will not encounter any great danger in the future."

"Is everything you said true?"

The boy was initially delighted, but then asked in disbelief a question.

“Of course it’s true.” Yan Guang winked at the young man. “Has the young master forgotten what I just said?”

The boy immediately remembered that Yan Guang had almost revealed his identity, and he immediately believed most of what the other party said.

"Thank you very much, sir."

"Young master, you don't need to be so polite."

After Yan Guang laughed, his expression turned serious again. He looked at the young man and asked, "Young master, you didn't come alone, did you? This place is a mixed bag. You'd better go back to your companions as soon as possible."

The boy nodded. "Thank you for your concern, sir. I came with my master. He's very capable and lives nearby. With him around, I don't need to encounter any danger."

Just then, Yan Guang saw a handsome middle-aged man in a blue robe walking towards his stall.

"master!"

Upon seeing the man in blue, the boy immediately ran over to him.

The moment Yan Guang saw the man in the blue robe, the image of Jiang Yuchuan immediately flashed into his mind.

Aside from their different ages and appearances, the two share many similarities in terms of clothing and temperament.

"Could this person be Young Master Jiang's fellow disciple?"

Although Yan Guang had this question in his mind, he did not presumptuously ask the man in blue.

After seeing the boy leave safely with the man in blue, Yan Guang sat back down.

In fact, when Yan Guang was telling the fortune of the boy, he saw the same situation as Cheng Song before.

The same great calamity is about to arrive, the same auspicious signs will appear, and the same misfortune will turn into good fortune.

Yan Guang did not tell the boy because he realized that the master accompanying the boy was extraordinary, and considering the boy's sensitive identity, he weighed the pros and cons before keeping quiet.

In any case, things turned out alright in the end, so whether you say it or not doesn't really have much of an impact.

What surprised Yan Guang was that he encountered two people in a row with the same divination result, something he had never experienced before.

Then, Yan Guang turned his gaze toward the fishing village and muttered to himself:

"Could something terrible be about to happen in the village?"

On the other side, the boy hadn't gone far when he couldn't wait to share the results of his divination with his master.

“Master, the old fortune teller just now said that Father will not be in danger on this expedition.”

The man in the blue robe looked at the boy and asked with a smile, "With so many fortune-telling stalls, why did you choose that old man's in the end?"

The boy replied earnestly, "Because that old gentleman accepted the most silver. The fact that he dared to accept so much silver and even wrote 'No refunds' shows that he must be quite capable. And it turns out my guess was correct!"

The man in the blue robe smiled, said nothing more, and led the boy toward the fishing village.

Today is the main day of the Dragon God Festival.

When the man in the blue shirt arrived at the fishing village with the boy, they were just about to encounter a procession of villagers singing and dancing on their way to the Shenlong Temple.

"Master, do dragons really exist in this world?"

As the boy followed the group toward the Shenlong Temple, he quietly asked the man in the blue robe beside him.

Upon hearing the boy's question, the man in the blue robe was suddenly reminded of his past and found himself lost in memories.

Back when he was Yang'er's age, he had asked his teacher a similar question.

The man in the blue robe was Qi Changqing. The boy beside him, who called him master, was named Lu Yang, and his father was Lu Jingchen.

Seeing that his master had not answered his question for a long time, Lu Yang sighed softly and raised his head slightly, acting like a little adult.

His master had been showing this kind of expression in front of him for quite some time now, and he was already used to it.

He knew that his master was thinking of his childhood and missing Mr. Jiang, who had taught him all his skills.

The ceremony to worship the dragon ended quickly, followed by a feast and celebration.

This time of year is also when the fishing village is busiest with tourists.

But before the celebration could officially begin, a local fisherman came running back from the seaside, his face filled with terror and panic, and shouted at the top of his lungs to the crowd:

"Run! A massive tsunami is coming! A huge tsunami! If we don't run, we'll all die!"

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly, all eyes turning to the approaching fishermen.

The fishermen did not stop. They kept repeating what they had just said as they desperately pushed their way through the crowd and ran out of the village.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, a tourist standing on a high point suddenly pointed towards the Wuhui Sea and screamed in terror:

"It's a real tsunami! The man wasn't joking! Everyone, run!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped to the ground like lightning and rushed outside without looking back.

This time, many people believed the tsunami warning and followed the man as he ran outside.

Qi Changqing immediately picked up Lu Yang, leaped onto the roof, and looked towards the direction of the Wuhui Sea.

Lu Yang did not feel any fear or urgency at this moment. Instead, he looked at the sea with Qi Changqing with curiosity.

Who would have thought that this glance would reveal a sight he would never forget?

On the azure sea, a colossal wave, hundreds of feet high, surged forth and hurtled rapidly toward the fishing village.

One can imagine that once this colossal wave crashes in, the entire fishing village will be swallowed up instantly!

Even villages and towns further away were completely destroyed by the raging waves.

Qi Changqing dared not hesitate for a moment longer, and immediately used his lightness skill at full speed to rush to a farther and higher place.

At this point, the giant wave had already reached a point very close to the shore.

Most of the fishing village was now shrouded in the shadow of the giant waves.

Whether they were tourists or local villagers, everyone was running frantically out of the village without a care in the world.

"I'm going to die! I finally came to participate in the Dragon Festival, but who would have thought that I would encounter such a situation?"

As Cheng Song and Hua Sheng raced out of the village, Cheng Song complained loudly, "Didn't they say the dragon would protect the fishing village and was very effective? Why is there no sound at all? I know these legends are just gimmicks to fool people!"