Traces of Su...

Upon returning to the Xiangsi Sect, Su Ji felt that something was amiss.

He used to bump into disciples in twos and threes, but today the place seemed rather deserted.

He walked for a long while without seeing a single soul.

"Strange."

Su Ji stroked his chin and muttered.

"Why does it seem like there are so few people around?"

"Did they all go out to do sect missions?"

Su Jiu, walking in front, paused upon hearing this but didn't look back.

"The Sect Grand Competition is approaching. Some disciples might have gone out to seek fortuitous encounters, or they are in secluded cultivation."

"Is that so?"

Su Ji shrugged and didn't ask further.

It had nothing to do with him anyway.

Right now, he just wanted to quickly find a place to properly repair his Dao Foundation, which was on the verge of falling apart.

One after the other, the two walked along a familiar path toward the inner sect disciples' quarters.

"If the Sect Master asks you about what happened, just say what we agreed upon earlier."

Su Jiu's voice came from the front.

"Got it, got it."

"You've been nagging about it the whole way. My ears are getting calluses."

Su Jiu's footsteps paused again.

She slowly turned around, her clear and beautiful eyes simply staring at Su Ji.

Su Ji instantly put away his frivolous demeanor, stood up straight, and squeezed out an incredibly sincere smile on his face.

"Junior Sister is thoughtful and thorough. Senior Brother is full of admiration."

Only then did Su Jiu withdraw her gaze, snort coldly, and turn around to continue leading the way.

Soon, the two arrived in front of Su Jiu's elegant private courtyard.

Su Jiu pushed open the courtyard door and glanced back at Su Ji.

"I'm going to report back to the Sect Master."

"You..."

She paused, seemingly wanting to instruct him on something, but the words were swallowed back when they reached her lips, ultimately turning into a cold warning.

"Stay put and behave. Don't run around."

After speaking, she looked away from Su Ji and headed into her small courtyard.

Su Ji watched her disappearing back and curled his lips.

Stay put and behave?

How could that be possible.

In his entire life, Su Ji never knew how to write the word 'behave'.

He swaggered straight towards the market.

Now that he had a divine weapon like Yin Feng, the sword he had exchanged from the Golden Core stall owner should be returned to its original owner.

It wasn't very good to keep occupying someone else's "wife" every day.

Su Ji hummed an out-of-tune little ditty, his mood exceptionally carefree.

But when he rushed to the market in high spirits, he found nothing.

In that previous corner, there was only a newly arrived stall owner, weakly hawking a few magical artifacts of poor quality.

Su Ji went up to inquire and learned that the Golden Core brother had gone on a long journey again.

"Are you talking about that scruffy old man?"

The nearby stall owner was a warm-hearted middle-aged man. Seeing Su Ji asking, he chimed in with a few words.

"He left a few days ago, saying that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been abnormal recently, and a great opportunity might be emerging, so he wanted to go join the fun."

"Looking at his shabby appearance, I reckon he's just going to be cannon fodder for others."

"He said he wouldn't be back until next month."

Hearing this, Su Ji didn't feel surprised.

To be hundreds of years old and still have such ambition, it wasn't easy.

Su Ji strolled around the market for another round. Not finding any good things worth picking up as a bargain, he returned to the sect feeling somewhat bored.

For the next few days, life passed in sheer boredom.

After Su Jiu went to report back, she never came looking for him again.

And the Sect Master of the Xiangsi Sect actually didn't give any response regarding the matter in Anyang City.

The entire Xiangsi Sect was shrouded in an eerie tranquility.

Su Ji was happy to be at leisure, consuming spirit stones day and night to repair his Dao Foundation that was on the verge of shattering.

Time just passed day by day like this.

On this afternoon, Su Ji sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly exhaled a breath of impure air.

After these days of recuperation, his Dao Foundation, which was covered in cracks, had finally recovered a bit of luster, no longer looking like it would fall apart at any moment.

The spiritual energy in his body had also become much more abundant.

He opened his eyes, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and only felt a wave of dullness.

Having nothing to do.

How about... rewarding himself with another go?

Once this thought popped up, it could no longer be contained.

An eager expression appeared on Su Ji's face.

With a thought, he activated [Glimpse of Heaven's Fate] without hesitation.

The familiar grayish-white world descended once again.

A dark red thread floated quietly in front of him.

Su Ji's gaze fell upon it.

[Heavenly Fox Calamity]

Su Ji: ???

No way?

Again?

Did this girl Su Jiu poke a hornet's nest of calamities?

Why are there calamities every day, and no peace on any day?

Couldn't she learn from him, Su Ji, to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and develop steadily?

Seriously, she doesn't give people any peace of mind at all.

While Su Ji complained in his heart, he couldn't control his restless curiosity.

Since he was idle anyway, he might as well watch it for fun.

He reached out his hand and unhesitatingly snapped the thread representing the [Heavenly Fox Calamity].

The grayish-white world instantly shattered.

The scene before his eyes rapidly flowed and changed.

However, this time, Su Ji felt that his perspective was a bit strange.

It seemed... he hadn't directly descended into a certain scene of the future like before.

His line of sight seemed to be fixed in one position.

In front of him was a carved wooden window.

The window was half open, and he could vaguely see the familiar soft large bed inside the room, as well as the dressing table beside the bed.

This is... Su Jiu's room?

Su Ji instantly reacted.

This perspective...

Why does it feel like peeping while lying on the windowsill?

Su Ji tried to move his "body," but found that he couldn't move at all.

His consciousness was imprisoned in this strange perspective, only able to passively observe everything inside the room.

What was going on?

Just when his heart was full of confusion.

A faint sound reached his ears.

"Ah... Su Ji... ❤"