Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 45 Hexagram Divination Demoni

Translator: 549690339 I

Inside the Gambling House, silence ruled.

The four Pavilion Masters were staring at each other, their hearts sinking to the bottom with Shen Yuan’s judgment.

In this game, they held home field advantage and consciously leaned toward the Gambling House’s house edge. They agreed to their deliberate exploitation of rules loopholes to get the maximum possible chance of winning.

Yet, in front of the Immortal Sword and two Earthly Destroyer Divine Skills, their prepared plots seemed absurd and laughable.

If it were only the Earthly Destroyer Divine Skills, they might consider Shen Yuan lucky enough to have received the inheritance from his antecedents.

But two Earthly Destroyer Divine Skills, plus a broken sword suspected to be an Immortal Sword, was enough to prove that Shen Yuan was indeed extraordinary.

When they thought of the third round of the contest where Shen Yuan had asked the Master of the Calculation Pavilion to calculate his origins, a bad feeling emerged in the hearts of the four Pavilion Masters.

“The Ghost Market stands by the principle of harmony and prosperity. Why don’t we end this wager now, and we will try to satisfy your needs as much as possible?

What do you think?”

The Gambling House Master’s soft and youthful face revealed a charming smile, her words carried a hint of respect that had not been there before.

With this statement, the Treasure House Master concurred:

“What the Gambling House Master said is correct. It’s pointless to continue this wager. Let’s all take a step back and live in harmony!”

The Magical Artifacts House Master still appeared to murmur to himself in a mad frenzy, while the Calculation Pavilion Master’s aged and dull eyes stared fixedly at Shen Yuan, his face revealing uncertainty.

Shen Yuan wasn’t affected by the lowered stance of the two Pavilion Masters. His right hand stroked the Darkness-Light Sword which had started to change, and he nonchalantly said:

“As I said, next one!”

“Zing!”

Inside the sheath, a crisp sword sound rang out, and an invisible sword intent from Shen Yuan rapidly spread in all directions.

A large amount of ghost fog emerged from the Darkness-Light Sword inscribed with the Candle Dragon Glyph on the sword grid. It turned into a ghost screen, swallowing the entire Gambling House.

The four Pavilion Masters could clearly feel that although the sword intent erupting from the Darkness-Light Sword was chilly, it did not carry a lethal threat due to its not-so-high level.

In contrast, the ghost screen created by the diffused ghost fog made them feel as if they were facing the oppressive presence of the embodiment of the Ghost Market.

Shen Yuan’s disregard led to the Gambling House Master’s face turning extremely somber as she chastised angrily:

“If you’re not going to give an inch, even if you win two rounds, if you lose the last one, it will still be considered a victory for the house, and you have to offer up your flesh and blood.”

The Treasure House Master also sneered in response:

“We kindly gave you a way out in respect of the formidable figure who gave you Earthly Destroyer Divine Skills and this broken sword.

You, however, are ungratefully refusing it. Don’t blame us for being unmannerly.”

The Calculation Pavilion Master, who had been watching quietly all along, finally stood up. His cloudy eyes fixed straight at Shen Yuan, he burst into a cold laugh:

“Although I don’t know what you depend on, if you think you can easily control me with some spell that can block prophetic calculations, then you are gravely mistaken.”

“The power of these three comes from the Ghost Market and is restricted by the Ghost Market, but I am different.”

While speaking, the Calculation Pavilion Master struck the gambling table with his right hand imbued with Mana.

The surface of the table slowly began to dissolve, transforming into a tranquil pool filled with swimming fish and vegetative reeds. The table, laid full of chips, had turned into a scene of idyllic beauty.

The Calculation Pavilion Master took out a fishing rod from behind him, and complacently took out a black-colored worm from his pocket. The worm wriggled as if it were a living piece of writing.

After putting the worm on the hook, he threw the hook into the pool with an arrogant expression.

“I am a book phantom spawned from ‘Book of Hexagram Divination’, hailing from the blessed lands of paradise.”

“Because I chose the wrong path and was thus rejected by paradise, I can only serve in the Ghost Market. However, 1 am still a member of the blessed lands franchise.”

“You think you can hide behind your spell that blocks prophetic abilities, and 1 won’t be able to discern your real origins.”

“But in the face of the blessed lands of paradise, which collect the words of the world, what does your petty trick amount to?”

“This bookworm is born from words. In the Magical Artifacts Houses’ myriad magical treasures, none would be seen in a thousand years even if one of these tricks was developed.”

“I offer this bookworm, imploring the Book Immortal of the blessed lands to investigate your identity. You will struggle to escape no matter what tricks you have.”

“In this round, you are bound to lose!”

The Calculation Pavilion Master’s words immediately raised the spirits of the other three Pavilion Masters.

Even though it was known that the Calculation Pavilion Master had an extraordinary background, they had no idea that he had connections with the renowned blessed lands of paradise.

Even if the blessed land wasn’t very strong, it has myriad book phantoms and unique skills. It can certainly bypass the spell that blocks prophetic abilities and find out Shen Yuan’s identity.

Even Shen Yuan couldn’t help but be slightly surprised. He had heard of the name of the blessed land before; it was synonymous with the famous Heavenly Emperor’s library, and one of the most unusual blessed lands in the world.

However, this did not leave him flustered. In possession of a card up his sleeve that could overturn the tables, he wasn’t concerned with a mere victory or defeat.

He was even interested in seeing whether the paradise could truly discern traces of the Falling Clouds Sect from thousands of years ago and verify his identity as the Sect Master of the Falling Clouds Sect.

Along the edge of the pool, the confident Calculation Pavilion Master began to wait for the fish to bite.

However, with the passage of time, the pool on the table remained calm and had no intention of biting. This caused a sense of unease to creep into the Calculation Pavilion Master’s mind.

Regardless, on the surface, he did not seem perturbed, and still carried himself with an air of arrogance.

Finally, after a few hours, the fishing rod finally moved.

“It’s here!”

The Calculation Pavilion Master’s face lit up with joy as he quickly pulled up the rod. Unexpectedly, a folded piece of paper was attached to the hook.

The Calculation Pavilion Master quickly opened the paper to read its contents, and the other three Pavilion Masters gathered around him.

As the paper unfolded, the smile on the Calculation House Master’s face froze.

Written on the paper were four bold words:

“Person Not Found!”

“Impossible, definitely impossible!”

The Calculation Pavilion Master’s face morphed into a grimace of disbelief, his eyes bulging in shock.

“The blessed land harbors thousands of book phantoms derived from the divination methods of all texts under heaven, and their mastery in the art of divination is second only to the Imperial Astronomical Bureau of the Great Xia Dynasty.

How could such a blessed land not be able to uncover his information?”

Upon seeing this, a look of undisguised disappointment appeared on Shen Yuan’s face, and he lightly shook his head, saying:

“It seems that the so-called paradise is nothing more than this.”

“This round, you guys still lost.”

The Calculation Pavilion Master looked frantic, his eyes bulging so much that they seemed to be on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

“No! 1 haven’t lost yet!”

“If the book phantoms can’t figure it out, there are still book immortals in paradise. And there is The Ancient One who is on guard duty. He will definitely figure it out!”

The Calculation Pavilion Master once again produced three bookworms and put them directly on the hook, and threw it into the pool..

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