Amongst Cultivators, I Stand Above All

504 A Chance of Survival
Mo Han smiled and did not say anything. If Mo Han had not casually divined Dong Xi’s fortune, how could he have predicted this chance of survival?

“Why don’t I teach you divination and you teach me movement techniques?” Mo Han asked.

“Do you want to die that badly!” Dong Xi shook her head firmly. “I don’t want to die yet.”

Mo Han was speechless.

Dong Xi continued, “You can’t use your spiritual power now either. You can’t use your movement technique even if you try. Moreover, this is Senior Brother Li Li’s movement technique. How can I dare to teach it to others casually?”

Mo Han was silent for a moment and said, “Forget it, I’d better take the carriage.”

“No, your carriage is too conspicuous.” Dong Xi said.

Mo Han frowned. Dong Xi took out the flying device given by Second Brother and handed it to Mo Han. Dong Xi said, “This is for you to use first. Remember to return it to me when you’re done.”

If this aircraft was given to Mo Han, the narrow-minded Second Senior Brother might hold a grudge for a thousand years.

On the morning of the punishment, Dong Xi took out a stack of paper and began to write in front of Mo Han.

Mo Han could not understand what Dong Xi was doing, so he asked curiously.

Dong Xi did not stop and said directly, “I wonder if anything will happen to you this time.”

Mo Han looked at Dong Xi with great interest. He also knew that Dong Xi knew a little, but he did not think that Dong Xi could predict his luck.

Just like how Mo Han could not see Dong Xi’s luck, Mo Han’s luck could not be seen so easily.

Mo Han was even more curious when he saw Dong Xi drawing a lot on paper.

Didn’t Li Li teach Dong Xi how to calculate? Why did it seem like Dong Xi had created all of this?

When Dong Xi stopped, Mo Han said, “How is it? Did you calculate it?”

Mo Han wanted to see Dong Xi’s defeated look, but Dong Xi said confidently, “I’ve figured it out. Fellow Daoist, although there will be some small problems with your trip, you’ll gain something. Don’t worry.”

Mo Han: “?”

How was this possible? Dong Xi had actually calculated it?

Dong Xi looked at Mo Han unhappily and said, “It’s true. It’s fine if you don’t believe me. Anyway, I’m just counting for fun.”

Although Dong Xi was noot very old, she was also a little strange, so perhaps she could really figure it out.

“Yes, I do,” said Mo Han.

Hearing Mo Han’s words, Dong Xi’s expression turned better. She said, “At least you’re sensible.”

Mo Han picked up the paper that Dong Xi had just written on, but no matter how he looked at it, he could not understand what Dong Xi had written.

Mo Han became more and more curious and could not help but say, “What are these?”

“It’s nothing.” Dong Xi said nervously.

If he were to ask Dong Xi to teach mathematics again, she would lose her patience.

Mo Han did not have a problem getting to the root of the matter. Many people in the cultivation world were willing to share their secret techniques.

Mo Han put down the paper and said, “Don’t read the fortunes of others in the future. Be careful that one day you will become like me.”

Dong Xi nodded obediently. After a moment of thought, she said, “But my algorithm doesn’t seem to have any backlash.”

Mo Han, “?”

How was this possible? Mo Han did not believe it at all.

“The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, so you should be careful.”

Dong Xi nodded, and the Communication Jade Slip lit up.

After opening it, he realized that it was a message from Master Yijian.

[Little Xi, get ready to set off.]

Dong Xi immediately set off with Mo Han.

When they were going down the mountain, Dong Xi felt something strange on her arm. It was obvious that some clingy guy had followed them.

Dong Xi sighed helplessly and finally compromised.
Forget it, if he was willing to follow, he would. It would be of great use at the critical moment.

When Dong Xi and Daoist Master Yijian arrived at the plaza, he was already waiting for them.

Daoist Yijian was a sword cultivator, so he naturally rode a flying sword.

However, only two people could stand on the treasured sword at most, so it was inevitable that he wold bring Dong Xi along.

Just as Daoist Yijian was thinking about how to say it, Dong Xi brought Mo Han closer.

Daoist Yijian looked at Mo Han. When he saw Mo Han’s hair, Daoist Yijian was stunned and said, “This is… Daoist Mo Han?”

“Yes!” Dong Xi confirmed.

After saying that, she patted Mo Han’s shoulder and said, “Fellow Daoist, cough for my master.”

Mo Han was speechless.

Mo Han had lived for almost 300 years, but he had never been so speechless.

Since when did he need to cough to prove his identity?

Mo Han rolled his eyes at Dong Xi and took out a token.

Daoist Yijian took a look and immediately laughed. Daoist Yijian said, “It’s indeed Daoist Master Mo Han. I thought my little disciple was joking. I’ve never seen Daoist Master Mo Han before. Now that I’ve seen you, I never thought that you looked like this…”