She became a god

"Nine Nether Fruit? Didn't the Nine Nether Secret Realm disappear? Where did you get a Nine Nether Fruit? Your luck is just too incredible!"

In response, Ye Qingzhou cleared his throat and said slowly, "It's all about timing and fate."

Translation: There's nothing I can do about it; it's something God forced upon me!

Feng Ai had had enough of this pretentious little panda, with its big tail held so high and still spouting nonchalant platitudes.

That's absolutely insane!

I'm so sick that I can't stand not pretending to be a recluse in the mountains who's indifferent to fame and fortune for even a day!

Feng Hui took a big bite of the Nine Nether Fruit. It was juicy and full of vitality, definitely the real deal.

So, the harsh words that were about to come out softened a bit: "Can't you just stop pretending?"

Ye Qingzhou snorted, raised his head, and said proudly, "That's called prestige! In our line of fortune tellers, if we want to earn a lot, besides having excellent professional skills, we also need to put on a good show."

"When you accomplish something really impressive, if you're overjoyed, people will think that's your limit."

"But if you act nonchalantly, people will think you are unfathomable, and they will use their imagination to elevate you to a pedestal, worship you, and willingly pay excessive value for you."

Feng Rong concluded, "Why don't you change careers and become a con artist!"

Upon hearing this, the boy sighed softly, pressed his hand to his chest helplessly, and said listlessly, "This is difficult!"

"Because I have genuine talent and ability, my skills far surpass those of most fortune tellers. Coincidentally, my self-promotion skills are also up to par. This has destined me to be sought after by the living beings throughout my life. They will spend a fortune and bow down, just to ask me to dispel the fog of fate and leave behind a few words of warning."

Feng Hui sneered, "You fortune tellers have the good fortune to glimpse fate, so you think you're high and mighty and try to fool the masses. No wonder you don't live long."

Ye Qingzhou wasn't annoyed, and smiled sweetly, "This is fate."

The more talented a diviner is, the more useless they are outside of divination, and the shorter their lifespan tends to be.

To pry into the supreme destiny is itself a presumption, and many diviners even presume to change destiny, so they will naturally be punished by destiny.

The red panda tribe's tendency to sleep and the short lifespan of the Lu family of Yingdu are both punishments of fate.

Heaven does not tolerate living beings arbitrarily changing its arrangements; those who defy Heaven will always pay the price.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Ye Qingzhou would never resort to divination if he could use his brain.

No matter how much good fortune or merit one has, it will eventually run out.

After all the resources are used up, the only thing that can offset the divine punishment is the most precious and basic thing—life.

"Fate is unpredictable, and the future is uncertain. I'd rather you be a liar than risk your life for it."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Qingzhou was momentarily stunned before looking at Feng Ying.

The young man in scarlet robes had high eyebrows and deep-set eyes, and a face as white as jade. He usually smiled sarcastically, but now, with his eyes lowered and focused on himself, he seemed to exude a sense of tranquility.

Gee!

They couldn't bear to see themselves pretending to be gods and ghosts to deceive others, yet they didn't want to die.

That's incredibly greedy.

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "The result of divination cannot be changed, but the interpretation of the result is the diviner's prerogative."

"The foolish diviner recited the divination text mechanically from the book."

"An arrogant diviner always interprets the divination text with a flash of inspiration."

"The wicked diviner distorted the original meaning of the divination for his own benefit."

"The kind fortune teller deliberately obscured the harm caused by her misinterpretation of the divination."

……

Ye Qingzhou paused for a moment, "Actually, these fortune tellers are all geniuses, because they at least have the ability to see the true divination results. They just make mistakes in the process of interpretation, which is fundamentally different from fraudsters."

"A true con artist can't predict fate, but she can see through the psychology of her victims and understand their needs, which is enough to make her successful."

"And what about you?" Feng Hui looked at Ye Qingzhou. "You always act like a liar, yet you can give accurate divinations. Is it all just to get those extra spirit stones?"

Ye Qingzhou gently shook his head. "I have selfish motives and my interpretation of the divination is biased, yet I am afraid of divine punishment, so I can only pretend to be profound."

“I often console myself that if any fellow Daoist can decipher my hints, it means that her fate should not be like this. If that fellow Daoist is still obsessed with the superficial interpretation of the divination, then I have no regrets.”

Feng Wei frowned. "You're wrong. You shouldn't have interfered with fate in the first place. You say that following the book is foolish, but I think it's a wise fool."

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "Perhaps my interference is fate's arrangement. If one is born into this world and is constantly on edge, it would be too boring. Only by following one's heart can one avoid wasting one's youth."

Feng Lei smiled helplessly, "You're such a coward and a rascal."

Ye Qingzhou stretched and retorted softly, "Living beings are inherently complex and contradictory, and I am no exception."

"And you? Is there anything you'd like to know?"

A flicker of disgust crossed Feng Lei's eyes. "I don't want to know anything. What's the use of knowing? Can knowing the future change the future?"

“Haha (((o(*?▽?*)o)))” Ye Qingzhou laughed, “Fortunately, most of the fellow Daoists in the world are curious. If they all thought like you, our profession of fortune teller would disappear sooner or later.”

"If you weren't a fortune teller, what would you do?"

Feng Wei suddenly asked a question that Ye Qingzhou had never thought about before.

Since Ye Qingzhou was born, all living beings have assumed that she can perform divination and have never thought of anything else.

Ye Qingzhou did not answer, but Feng Ying said, "Will you be a chef? You are so passionate about food, you will definitely be an excellent chef."

However, Ye Qingzhou denied it, "Absolutely impossible. A chef would be enthusiastic about sharing the food he has prepared with every diner, but I am not. I like cooking for myself the most, and secondly for the creatures I love. I don't need diners."

"I don't need any living beings to judge my cooking; I only need to be satisfied with myself. In other words, the only diner I see is myself."

Even Feng Hui, who had been observing coldly, couldn't help but be stunned. "You really are...selfish!"

Ye Qingzhou said earnestly, "In fact, every living being is pursuing itself, but some living beings have the conditions to pursue themselves, while others do not."

"Since I have the means to pursue my own path, why should I betray myself?"

"The question of what to do if not a fortune teller is a false proposition. Since I am already a fortune teller, I should be a good fortune teller in my heart, instead of being timid and hesitant."

Never assume about something unknown; it only creates unnecessary trouble for yourself!

……

Feng Sui gave Ye Qingzhou a deep look. "You're always like this, so worldly and insightful, like you've lived for a long time, yet also like you've just been born."

Extremely shrewd, yet utterly pure.