The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

"Young friend, this is a great price. Do you know how much lifespan I lose with each serious calculation? It's something that money can't make up for."

Song Chen looked completely unconcerned, and simply pulled a card out of his bag and tossed it over. Song Ke didn't even have time to stop him before the old man nimbly swiped the card into his sleeve without hesitation.

"Hey, you..."

Song Shen smiled and patted Song Ke on the back of the head, reassuringly saying, "Alright, I understand."

"I still have the money to support you."

Wen Daoren began to set up the divination. Song Ke watched as he calculated while muttering incantations. Finally, he poured half a bowl of water from a side bowl, and then he saw the direction the water was facing.

Wen Daoren looked at him calculatingly. After a moment, he pulled out two pieces of paper from somewhere on his body. Then, Song Ke saw him, as if by magic, first touch the cinnabar mark on his forehead with his index finger, then exhale and hold his breath, and then write a few words on the paper in one go.

Song Ke asked again in a low voice, still very suspicious, "Song Chen, is this really not a scam?"

Eight million?

"That's it?"

When Wen Daoren was telling fortunes, he looked quite serious and seemed to be doing it properly. But now he's all smiles and handing the slip of paper to Song Chen.

Song Ke leaned closer to take a look and saw three characters written on it: "Daocang Mountain?"

After the two left, Song Ke glanced back at the dilapidated courtyard a few times, frowning with a puzzled look: "Song Chen, is he really reliable?"

Song Ke said confidently, "Oh my, when did you become so long-winded? Even if you don't believe him, you should believe your sister, right?"

"Let's go." Song Shen suddenly patted Song Ke on the shoulder with a look of great ambition.

Song Ke followed behind to the car and asked, "Where are we going?"

Song Chen looked at Song Ke and sighed, "You're more fluent when you still have memories."

"Go buy equipment, get ready to go into the mountains."

“We’ve been out for quite a while now. If we don’t hurry up and find all the love roots, something else might happen.”

Song Ke looked at the pile of things Song Chen had bought and was speechless.

She was puzzled by the fact that they were all equipped with outdoor camping gear: "Are we really going there to cultivate ourselves?"

"Isn't it just about finding a cave, setting up a barrier, and going into seclusion?"

Song Yi smiled and tapped Song Ke's forehead: "You've been reading too many novels."

Song Teng said, "Why suffer when you can live comfortably?"

Song Ke pointed to the mattress, which was compressed but still had some volume: "It's going too far for you to buy this. Who would carry these things from so far away?"

"Oh, don't worry about it." She sighed, "You used to be such a laid-back girl, always lying around doing nothing. How come you're so annoying now?"

"Also, let me tell you a secret: the card I gave that old man didn't actually have eight million in it."

Song Ke was shocked: "You lied to him?"

Song Chen lectured with an air of experience: "You don't understand, do you? This is called being respectable, you know? Once word gets out that he earns eight million for a fortune telling, his net worth will skyrocket. As for how much he actually receives, who will bother to check?"

"Take the 500,000 last time, for example. I only gave him a small tip for his hard work, but his market value can't be lowered, you know?"

Song Ke nodded as if she understood, and didn't dwell on it any longer. After she finished packing her things with Song Chen, she went to lie down.

She still feels a bit unreal. She always thought she was just an ordinary person. Who knew that all these things would suddenly happen? And now, even her identity has been denied.

She turned over and wondered how Chu Tiancheng was doing now.

As she was thinking, she suddenly felt the root of love in her palm throb a few times, just like the frequency of her heartbeat, making her palm itch.

She held her hand in front of her eyes, but could not see the red line; it seemed to have become part of her flesh and blood.

After getting ready, Song Ke went downstairs and saw a Jeep with a very high chassis that Song Chen had somehow gotten his hands on.

"Song Shen, where did you get this car?" Song Ke asked in surprise, quite pleased with Song Shen's amazed and somewhat admiring gaze.

"I borrowed it from a friend."

Even after getting into the car, Song Ke was still asking, "Which friend of yours?"

"How come I didn't know any of your friends were so generous?"

Song Chen winked at her and said confidently, "What do you know? I'm very popular."

"Alright, let's set off quickly and try to get to Daocang Mountain as soon as possible."

"That old man wouldn't be lying to us, would he?"

"will not."

"You were fooled before."

"That was an accident."

Do you think there might be demons in those mountains?

"It's the 22nd century now, there are no demons."

"Where's the ghost?"

"We're from the same family, why do you have so many questions? If you had been so studious before, you wouldn't have failed to even break through the Foundation Establishment stage."

Song Ke asked, "Was my cultivation level very low before?"

Song Chen nodded: "Someone could beat you up even after just two years of training."

It was a fine day, clear and cloudless. The jeep sped away in the autumn wind, embarking on the national highway to Daocang Mountain.

When they arrived at the first rest stop, the two sisters grabbed a quick bite at a roadside stir-fry stall.

Looking southeast, Song Chen stretched lazily and smiled, saying, "The old man was really generous this time, finding us such a treasure trove."

Song Ke looked confused: "What are you talking about? We haven't even left the city, how do you know?"

The two traveled for almost ten days before finally arriving at their destination, but unexpectedly, they didn't feel any abundant spiritual energy. Instead, the sky grew increasingly gloomy.

Looking at the weather outside the window, Song Ke had a bad feeling and asked, "Song Chen, are you sure we haven't gone to the wrong place?"

"This is the right direction."

“But this doesn’t really look like a mountain range full of spiritual energy.” Song Chen also glanced out the window, as if he understood something.

"Observe carefully and let's see what's going on. Dark fog pressing down on the mountain is never a good omen."

Before nightfall, the two reached the foot of the mountain. It was deserted and desolate, with a sense of ruin everywhere, as if something had been destroyed.

As Song Ke got out of the car, she felt as if the stale air in the mountains had become tangible. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, frowning slightly in discomfort. "Sis, this place is so eerie. Did we really get scammed?"

Song Chen also looked at the eerie mountain, and after a while, he suddenly laughed: "It really does seem like we've been tricked."

"You're still laughing? What do we do now?"

Song Chen didn't take it to heart. Instead, she formed a detection rune with both hands and said after a moment, "But he didn't lie to us."

"Let's go and walk around and see if we can run into anyone and ask about the situation in these mountains."

Song Ke sighed: "Who else could be in this place?"

"Some people were scared to death."