Fortune telling? How do you explain your hand-drawn lightning magic and sword flight?

Around 8 a.m.

After parting ways with Li Jianguo, Chen Xuan strolled leisurely into the Tangwu City Jade Raw Stone Trading Market.

Compared to Chen Xuan's carefree and unrestrained lifestyle.

High-ranking officials in Tangwu City, Jiangbei City, and the 749 Bureau were all sweating profusely as they dialed one phone after another on their private phones.

Longxia Special Department Satellite Base.

"Director, we've found it! Look at this picture!"

A group of technicians wearing white lab coats and glasses received an urgent task from their superiors before dawn: to examine photos taken by several specific satellites orbiting Earth.

Processing satellite images is their daily work. They process thousands of similar satellite images every day, mainly observing changes in geography, weather, and surrounding situations within Longxia and reporting them daily.

This time it was different. The higher-ups actually called to confirm the satellite imagery dimensions and only requested that satellite photos of one coordinate be processed.

At first, everyone thought it was an invasion by foreign enemies, and the higher-ups were furious, so the mission was urgent.

Unexpectedly, a large-scale supernatural disaster struck.

As the staff used high-definition processing technology to make the photos clearer, a sharp-eyed person immediately raised a question.

He pointed to a black dot in the center of the sky filled with lightning and asked, "What's this? Did the photo get messed up?"

"No, Section Chief, according to the data from the satellite, this black spot has always been there."

"No, we need to keep looking beyond this frame and find out exactly what this is."

"Yes!"

At this moment, a bald middle-aged man arrived. He glanced at the processed photo and, upon seeing the black dot in the center of the image, immediately interrupted his subordinate, saying, "That's enough. This photo doesn't need further investigation. This task is now complete."

"But, Director, we still haven't figured out the source of this black spot?"

"Do more and talk less," the director said, glancing at the section chief.

"Yes, extract and save the photos immediately."

Soon, the director left with this photo.

"The leaders of Bureau 749 have been found. It is indeed a person. I'm afraid the massive natural disaster in Shenxian Mountain last night was not a coincidence."

"Okay, I'll send you the satellite images via email now."

After finishing all this, the director breathed a heavy sigh of relief, knowing that this matter would not affect his department for the time being.

Bureau 749 is hidden in a development zone in a city in Sichuan and Chongqing. It is just a seven-story building that looks unremarkable from the outside.

However, the license plates on the passing cars are all kinds of things: white plates, black plates, red plates, and no plates.

“Li Zhong, take a look at this satellite photo. It’s obvious that someone deliberately killed people, which led to the deaths of 108 people at the Shenxian Taoist Temple.”

The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit sitting in the seat of honor put down the book in traditional Chinese characters in his hand. "Old Li, you are too nervous. Even if this matter was indeed caused by someone, it has already exceeded the scope of our 749 Bureau. We can only report it or find someone to handle it."

Li Yuan nodded, "As for the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, I think we should go directly to the Celestial Master and ask him if it was his disciple who came down the mountain who did it."

Li Zhong shook his head. "No, that would be too abrupt. What if it really is true? What would the Heavenly Master do? Lie to you or just admit it?"

"The old celestial master is getting on in years, would he really admit to lying? The person who can unleash such a large-scale lightning spell must be either his grandson or son. What do we do if he really admits it? Arrest him and execute him?"

Li Zhong looked at his younger brother Li Yuandao and said, "You should know that all the people in our 749 team come from these Buddhist and Taoist sects. In the past, when we encountered extremely difficult emergencies, when have we not asked them for help?"

"Sigh... then you tell me, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Analyzing the pros and cons of their relationship, Li Yuan is indeed inferior to his elder brother, but he has a heart full of justice.

"I think you should call Master Yunlong of Wudang Mountain first and have him do some divination to see if this person is a direct descendant of the Celestial Master's Mansion. If not, then we can call the old Celestial Master. After all, as far as I know, thunder magic is a closely guarded secret of Longhu Mountain. Now that someone is using thunder magic to carry out massacres at the foot of the mountain, Longhu Mountain should deal with this matter both morally and logically."

After Li Zhong finished speaking, Li Yuan's eyes lit up as he looked at his elder brother with a complicated expression.

"Brother, I remember you were quite upright when we were kids. How come you've become more and more treacherous since you became the bureau chief?"

Li Zhong picked up a book and threw it at him, saying, "You brat, if I weren't so deep, our bureau would have been gone long ago."

Li Yuan slunk out of the office and found a quiet place to call a bigwig in the Taoist sect.

May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings and may the True Man Yunlong enjoy good health.

"Hey Li, what trouble have you run into this time?"

In Yunlong Cave of Wudang Mountain, Zhong Yunlong sat cross-legged on a stone bed, preparing to enter a meditative state, when he received a phone call from Li Yuan.

In the past, unless it was something that Bureau 749 couldn't solve, they wouldn't suddenly call me.

"Hey, what are you saying? If there's nothing else, I'd like to call the Taoist priest and ask him some questions."

"You little rascal, you're getting more and more slippery. Tell me what it is. I'm going into seclusion later, and I'll turn off my phone and cut off all contact with the outside world."

Zhong Yunlong told the truth.

"No, no, no, Master, it's like this..."

Li Yuan briefly recounted the whole story, including his elder brother Li Zhong's concerns.

Zhong Yunlong frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that the person Li Zhong mentioned who could use thunder magic should have some connection with him, but this connection was too small to be easily detected.

“Yes, I think your elder brother Li Zhong is right. It’s indeed not a good idea to ask the Old Master about this directly.”

Zhong Yunlong nodded, "Alright, then I will use my inner vision to deduce this person's background. Regardless of whether he is a disciple of Longhu Mountain, it is not convenient for Wudang Mountain to get involved in this matter."

"That's right, that's right, thank you for your hard work, Daoist Yunlong." Li Yuan flattered him, not expecting Daoist Yunlong to be so easy to talk to. He thought he would have to beg for something in return.

"We're all working for the country, don't be so polite. You don't need to hang up, it'll only take a few seconds."

After responding with a smile, Zhong Yunlong slowly closed his eyes.

The internal scenario deduction method is more accurate, but it can backfire if you are not careful when using it.

Of course, Zhong Yunlong believed that as long as he did not try to deduce how long the leaders of Longhu Mountain and Wandao Longmen would live, the possibility of others being able to retaliate against his inner vision deductions should not be high.

After all, his inner field of vision was exceptionally powerful and stable.

However, just as Zhong Yunlong entered the inner realm with a smile, intending to use Li Yuan's cause and effect to deduce Chen Xuan's origins...

But his originally rosy complexion suddenly changed, turning pale to a visibly pale color. The internal mental deduction lasted only three seconds before it could no longer be deepened.

"puff!"

Zhong Yunlong's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. "How is this possible? How could this happen?"

"Back when I had achieved mastery of the inner vision, I was curious and tried to predict which of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain would prosper more in the next twenty years. That's why I suffered a small backlash, but I was not injured!"

Zhong Yunlong narrowed his eyes slightly, "And this time, I only used my inner vision to deduce someone's identity, and I suffered such a strong backlash. I feel that if I grit my teeth and continue, I will go to see my master?"

"Master, what's wrong? What happened over there?"

The call didn't stop, so Li Yuan naturally heard what Zhong Yunlong was doing.

Good heavens, what's that sound? Is it the sound of vomiting blood?

"It's alright, it's alright. You heard it too, I suffered a backlash from my inner vision and I'm injured now. I'm afraid it won't be able to heal for a while."

"Huh? How could this be?" Li Yuan exclaimed in shock. "Could it be that the person who came down the mountain and destroyed the Immortal Path was actually the Celestial Master himself?"

Zhong Yunlong's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this. "Even the Old Celestial Master couldn't have caused me to suffer such a backlash. I was merely deducing his identity, not his future or past."

"Huh? What... what do we do?"

“I have no other choice. You should find someone more capable,” Zhong Yunlong said.

"And what about Master Zhishun?" Li Yuan asked.

“No, he’s not good at divination; he’s good at healing. If you go to him, you might kill him,” Zhong Yunlong said. “I suggest you go directly to Zhang Zhiwei. If he can’t handle it either, then… there’s nothing we can do.”

Li Yuan's expression changed drastically. "Thank you for your guidance. I'm so sorry to have caused you to get hurt innocently."

"That's all."

As soon as the call ended, Li Zhong immediately called the old master.

Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

During the peak tourist season, Zhang Zhiwei, the "Old Celestial Master," was forced to work multiple times.

"Wow, the legendary Celestial Master!"

"With white hair and a youthful face, he really looks like an immortal from a TV series!"

"Old Celestial Master, I'd like to take a picture with you so I can enshrine it in my home to ward off evil spirits!"

Zhang Zhiwei stood in front of the main gate of Longhu Mountain, making a peace sign with both hands, while facing a group of young tourists.

Because he was so engrossed in his work, he didn't even hear Li Yuan's phone call.

I only saw it after taking photos with fans and then taking out my phone.

"Why does the 749th Bureau keep calling this old man for no reason? I'm enjoying my retirement."

"Oh dear, why is my right eyelid twitching all of a sudden?"

The old master looked at his phone screen like a mirror, and as soon as he looked down, he saw a call from his personal disciple.

"Lingyu, how did things go?"

"Let's put that aside for now. Let me tell you about someone and see if he's a deity," the old master said with a laugh. "You think he's a deity from a TV drama? You can't expect to meet one so easily."

"Master, my Taoist skills are meager, and I really can't calculate it. Could you please take a look for me?" The blood at the corner of Zhang Lingyu's mouth hadn't even dried yet.

"Oh, you can't figure it out? Okay, then I'll show you."

The old celestial master sat on the bluestone, completely disregarding these words, and began to calculate with his hands, "Chen Xuan, is it?"

However, after pinching for the third time, the old master suddenly widened his eyes, "Holy crap! This..."

"I just don't believe it! What kind of background could an 18-year-old kid have that would cause such strong resistance?!"

Even in his old age, the Heavenly Master, who never admits defeat, has already agreed to his disciple's request to perform divination. If there is no result, wouldn't he be disgracing his reputation in his later years?

He gritted his teeth and persevered. Before he knew it, the old master had unleashed his full power. The aura of such a master swept around like a whirlwind, and no one could enter within ten feet.

"Pooh!"

Fortunately, Zhang Zhiwei possessed profound skills and stopped in time; otherwise, he would have been seriously injured and coughed up blood.

"Master, how is it?"

As the old master listened to the phone call, he looked at the mouthful of saliva he had spat out on the ground, which was now streaked with blood.

"You unfilial disciple, are you trying to harm your master?" Zhang Zhiwei cursed. "When we were kids, you used Zhang Zushi's birth date to make up stories and asked me to calculate it. This time you've gone even further. Tell me, which patriarch of the Taoist sect is this Chen Xuan?"

"What? Master, you threw up too?"

"What? You vomited?" Zhang Zhiwei was confused for a moment, but immediately understood what had happened. He glared at the boy and cursed, "You little brat, come back and I'll skin you alive!"