Mastering the Art of Fortune Detection

Gu Changyuan had just stood firmly in the courtyard when two doors opened simultaneously.

Lin Jingyu and Wang Yutang walked out from their respective rooms, came before Gu Changyuan, and bowed in unison.

"Master."

Gu Changyuan nodded and got straight to the point.

"The matters here are finished. Next is the matter of proposing marriage at the Shuyu Sect in the Western Regions of the Central Continent. Prepare to depart."

Hearing the word "proposing," Lin Jingyu's expression remained aloof, but his slightly pursed lips still leaked an imperceptible trace of nervousness.

Wang Yutang's cheeks blushed slightly, but her eyes carried an unconcealable joy.

The two said in unison:

"We will follow Master's arrangements."

Gu Changyuan nodded, raised his right hand slightly, and gently grasped at the void.

The next instant, a cold and elegant figure appeared beside him.

Ye Qingxue had clearly just been "grabbed" over from her room as well, but she showed no surprise on her face and bowed to Gu Changyuan:

"Master."

Gu Changyuan briefly explained the situation. Ye Qingxue nodded without asking further questions, simply standing quietly by Gu Changyuan's side.

Yue Lingxi also flew over from a short distance away after her master finished the arrangements, landing on Gu Changyuan's other side.

Seeing his disciples gathered, Gu Changyuan directly summoned Zhuge Jinglong.

"I will be taking them to the Shuyu Sect to propose marriage next, so I will be leaving temporarily.

Now that Shiling has been taken under Mengyao's wing, and Qingling has become Lingxi's disciple.

Let the two girls stay here for the next few days. Once I finish the matters at the Shuyu Sect, I will return via the teleportation array and take them back to the Celestial Holy Land."

Hearing this, Zhuge Jinglong was slightly startled.

He knew that Dugu Shiling had become Xu Mengyao's disciple.

But Gongsun Qingling had also joined the Celestial Holy Land?

He instantly figured out the crux of the matter.

Gongsun Qingling—she was the most talented disciple of the Gongsun family in a millennium, the true darling of the Gongsun family.

The Gongsun family was actually willing to send her away instead of nurturing her themselves, just to build a connection with this senior?

Such boldness was truly considerable.

Moreover, the Gongsun family's grand patriarch, Gongsun Xiangming, definitely knew about this and had certainly agreed to it.

As for the Shuyu Sect, Zhuge Jinglong also knew a bit about them. The Holy Maiden of the Shuyu Sect, Wang Yutang, was actively pursuing the Second Patriarch of the Celestial Holy Land, Lin Jingyu.

However, the Zhuge family didn't have much interaction with the Shuyu Sect; they only roughly knew that the Shuyu Sect was located in the Western Regions of the Central Continent.

Over the past thousand years, the elders of the Zhuge family and the elders of the Shuyu Sect had only met a few times in certain secret realms.

Otherwise, there were no trade dealings between them.

After all, although the Shuyu Sect was in the Central Continent, it was in the Western Regions, and its overall strength was not among the top ranks.

Thoughts raced through Zhuge Jinglong's mind, but his face remained respectful:

"Understood, Senior. Please rest assured, I will take good care of them these next few days."

Gu Changyuan nodded and said no more.

With a wave of his right hand, a ray of light enveloped Ye Qingxue, Lin Jingyu, Yue Lingxi, and Wang Yutang.

The next moment, the figures of the five vanished from the courtyard.

After Gu Changyuan's group left, Zhuge Jinglong stood in place, silent for a moment.

Then, he turned and flew straight toward the residence of the Dugu family.

He sensed Gongsun Yanguang's aura there.

He strode in, a smile on his face, and spoke directly:

"Old Yan, congratulations! I heard your family's Qingling successfully joined the Holy Land?"

He spoke directly, but the few people present were all shrewd foxes; they naturally understood his underlying meaning—

Your Gongsun family is truly willing to part with a lot.

Gongsun Yanguang wore a polite smile and said modestly:

"Not at all. It is Qingling's good fortune to enter the Holy Land.

Speaking of which, we still have to thank the Senior for his favor.

Compared to the Zhuge family's profound connection with the Holy Land, we are still far behind."

In his heart, however, he secretly thought: Not at all, it's nowhere near as close as your son's relationship with the Holy Land.

Dugu Qirong watched these two old foxes exchange pleasantries and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

His gaze shifted slightly, falling on Ye Qingxue beside him.

He saw a faint red halo lingering around Ye Qingxue's body.

This red light did not signify an omen of bloodshed; rather, it represented the color of her destiny and luck.

Previously, with the system's help, he had never paid attention to matters of luck, focusing only on detecting good and evil karma.

After all, in that place, the most important thing was not to see how someone's luck was, but to see if the other party would attack him.

However, after capturing those three Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court, the secret techniques searched from them contained many records about luck.

The Imperial Court's research into luck was clearly very deep.

Gu Changyuan then dug out a luck-detecting secret technique, collected from the Ruins of Disorder, from the mountain of secret techniques in his storage space.

He studied it for two whole days.

Now, he had finally comprehended it thoroughly.

The colors of luck were divided into ten grades, from lowest to highest:

Gray, white, cyan, green, blue, yellow, purple, red, gold, and iridescent.

Gray was the lowest grade, indicating declining luck and a life full of misfortunes; iridescent was the highest, the tenth grade, signifying the mandate of heaven.

The red halo around Ye Qingxue was the eighth grade—red luck.

Gu Changyuan nodded slightly.

He then turned his gaze to Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu was similarly surrounded by a faint red light, also the eighth grade.

Around Yue Lingxi was a purple halo, the seventh grade.

Finally, Wang Yutang—yellow, the sixth grade.

It could be seen that talent levels and luck grades were not entirely equal.

Gu Changyuan's gaze focused slightly as he looked carefully between the few of them.

Then, he saw it—

Faint, almost imperceptible threads of luck weaving and intertwining among them.

Between Lin Jingyu and Wang Yutang, there was a distinct thread of luck connecting them. It was much thicker and deeper in color than the threads between the others.

The threads connecting them to the others were very faint.

Gu Changyuan's heart stirred.

Wang Yutang's original luck probably wouldn't have reached the sixth grade of yellow.

It was because she had crossed paths with Lin Jingyu and was influenced by his luck that it had been elevated to its current level.

He looked at his disciples again.

From Lin Jingyu, Yue Lingxi, and Ye Qingxue, there were obvious threads of luck connecting to himself.

Gu Changyuan was slightly taken aback.

It was a pity that he couldn't see his own luck color.

The system didn't have a function for this, and he couldn't see through himself either.

But perhaps—his appearance had invisibly elevated the luck of these disciples?

If he hadn't appeared, they might have perished long ago.

But in truth, he wasn't sure if his appearance had caused them to survive and thus improved their luck.

Or if their luck was already meant to be this way, and his appearance was actually already a part of their luck and karma.

Gu Changyuan leaned more toward—it being both.

He had only just stepped into the Dao of Luck. Many secrets were still unclear, and he needed to study a few more scrolls of secret techniques.

Currently, he had only fully comprehended the detection aspect, able to achieve a ninety-nine percent success and accuracy rate in detection.

One day later.

The Shuyu Sect in the Western Regions of the Central Continent.

Gu Changyuan led his disciples, hovering in the sky above the Shuyu Sect.

Below was a majestic and magnificent sect.

Nestled within the embrace of the mountains, countless palaces and pavilions were built along the slopes, their tiered structures rising in a harmonious, overlapping expanse.

A silvery-white waterfall cascaded down from the main peak, churning up a thick mist that refracted the sunlight into a brilliant, seven-colored rainbow.

Ethereal, spiritual mist lingered among the peaks.

The entire sect was enveloped in the faint, shimmering halo of a grand mountain-protecting formation.

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