Chapter 627: The Mysteries of Seven Red Threads

Chapter 627: The Mysteries of Seven Red Threads

Lin Nuo’s clay figurine emitted several red threads of fate that caught Xi Lan completely off guard.

Counting them roughly, there were seven, but each one was not a solid line; they were faint and flickering, appearing to be connected yet not fully joined.

It was strange; she had no idea what these threads were connecting to.

Could it be that in such a short time, he formed connections with seven girls?

That seemed a bit exaggerated.

After all, in her experience with fate, she had never come across something so outrageous, especially regarding the target of her mission.

Outrageous! Her master actually assigned this person to her.

But looking at it from another perspective, this could be beneficial to her.

If any one of these seven threads successfully connected, the mission would be accomplished.

No wonder she found it so easy to complete her task.

Lin Nuo’s clay figurine was the most conspicuous among all; it stood out like a sore thumb.

First of all, the seven threads of fate were the Heavenly Dao’s lines, holding significant destiny meaning.

And the red threads shone brightly, drawing attention.

Most importantly, its position was conspicuously chosen, as if her master intended for it to be clearly seen.

“His red threads are changing too quickly; could it be a sign?” Yue Lao stroked his long beard while conversing with Tian Shi.

“Indeed, the rate of change is too sudden, and many things are happening in this land that gradually overturn my Heavenly Dao calculations, moving towards an unknown situation.”

Tian Shi shared his thoughts and findings, making Yue Lao feel quite enchanted.

“Among these red threads, the deepest connection is to a little girl, but the bond isn’t fully established yet. As for the others, they also have connections, though not as significant as the little girl’s.”

Yue Lao said, pointing to two of the threads.

One thread was connected to a clay figure that shouldn’t even exist, both Tian Shi and Yue Lao could clearly sense it.

This meant that the girl would die.

But strangely enough, that connection had still formed.

And another red thread, which previously mixed with black lines—the so-called black lines represented vengeance—the future might lead to a struggle where one would die and the other would live.

Yet the black line was gradually fading, revealing more red lines, strong red light indicating that hatred was turning into fate.

“I feel these two are crucial,” Yue Lao remarked.

“Why do you think so?”

“One is a clay figurine that shouldn’t exist, and the other a fate line mixed with black threads. It seems to be influencing the entire situation.”

“That does indeed sound plausible; their destinies are undergoing significant changes, especially for this young man. Originally cursed with misfortune, things are shifting for the better. This world doesn’t seem as dire as it once did.”

“Our helplessness lies in watching these clay figurines change without being able to alter anything. No one knows how a change in any one fate line could lead to earth-shattering consequences.”

Yue Lao sighed with a hint of helplessness; he could only observe while worrying about the potential changes that the shifting red threads could bring.

“Master, what are you two discussing? Are you talking about that young noble?” Xi Lan asked with curiosity.

“Xi Lan, this isn’t something you should know; just observe, that’s enough.”

“But Master, this is about me…”

“Have you seen any bad omens from studying the stars at night recently?”

Yue Lao shifted his focus back to Tian Shi, ignoring Xi Lan.

“From what I’ve observed, there’s an unknown star in the sky moving strangely, as if it’s fixated on this land. I think this might be a sign, though I can’t determine whether it’s a good or bad omen.”

As the two engaged in conversation, Xi Lan couldn’t interject, feeling unable to contribute; she could only listen, clueless about what they were discussing.

Surely it must be related to Lin Nuo’s clay figurine? Seven red threads—there was definitely a problem.

As Yue Lao and Tian Shi moved to another area, Xi Lan found herself at a stop, unable to follow.

The clay figurine pool closed off to her; she couldn’t enter alone and could only focus on cultivating her skills.

“Junior Martial Sister.”

At that moment, a female celestial being approached Xi Lan.

“Yes, Senior Martial Sister, what’s up?”

“Did you complete the task going down the mountain?”

“Yes, I finished it.”

“There shouldn’t have been any problems, right? Did anything happen?”

“Well, there weren’t any issues.” Xi Lan replied, “Why do you ask?”

“The celestial talisman I distributed was similar to ordinary celestial talismans; I made a mistake and gave you a very special one…”

The female celestial being spoke with a hint of embarrassment.

“I brought you the task list; we need to retrieve it from the mountain.”

“Oh, let me see the list.”

Xi Lan took the list from her Senior Martial Sister, which contained a record of successful fate pairings. Since her Senior managed it on behalf of Yue Lao, Xi Lan’s completed tasks were listed.

She glanced at it, but Lin Nuo’s name was not present.

“Wait, what? How come it’s missing?” Xi Lan was confused.

“Missing what?”

“There’s a task target named Lin Nuo, but his name isn’t on here. The last task target isn’t him…”

Xi Lan felt perplexed, sensing something was off.

Did they stick the wrong name? The actual task pair must be a natural match, requiring her intervention, right?

“So, what difference would it make if that celestial talisman was affixed?”

“It would be a bit more effective; it’s meant for backup. Your task was already manageable, meant for a regular person. I worried they couldn’t handle it, but if it’s all fine now, it’s okay, though over time it could cause issues. It’s best to retrieve it.”

The female celestial being explained, and Xi Lan wasn’t sure which one used the special celestial talisman, so she had to search through them one by one.

Regardless, using the talisman incorrectly on Lin Nuo meant they had to get it back.

…

Lin Nuo’s physical condition was recovering; soon he was back to his original self.

Lying in bed for too long was not a good thing.

News of Mu Yuanfeng’s birthday feast and his demise had spread; the various organizations within the underworld were initially united but now began to splinter.

While Lin Nuo offered incense in his memory, Mu Yiting’s family similarly lit incense and sat down to feast afterward.

Originally led by Mu Yuanfeng, Helong Hall’s greatest power had now shifted to the Second-in-Command, Mu Sheng.

The alliance was being rebuilt; Mu Sheng gathered other factions, using force to coerce them into submission, and reclaiming their loyalty.

The consumption of this birthday feast actually elevated Mu Yiting’s family status—not because they had grown stronger, but because others were worse off.

Lin Nuo inquired where the “Rainbow Secret Art” and “Secret Realm Map” had gone, to which Mu Yiting replied that they had initially been with Mu Yuanfeng. However, since Mu Yuanfeng’s power had mostly been consumed by the Second-in-Command Mu Sheng, they were likely with him now.

Lin Nuo found himself at a loss; the undercover plan had backfired. He didn’t blend into the true strength of Helong Hall and thought he could obtain those two books by following Mu Yiting, only to end up at odds with Mu Sheng—what a crummy situation.

He could only resort to stealing; if it didn’t work, he could summon Luo Yi as a meat shield, charging directly into Mu Sheng’s stronghold, and with Mu Yiting’s help, they could launch a frontal raid.

Recently, Lin Nuo had also been keeping an eye on the news. He received word that a princess was visiting multiple cities with soldiers to quell the rebel chaos.

“This princess isn’t dead? How can she still be alive? Could it be a new puppet was found?”