The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 556: Chapter 556: The Test from the Golden Bell Prophet, A Competition of Deduction

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“We need to test this person.”

In the gloomy darkness, a youth stared at Li Qiankun’s shiny bald head, absent of even a single hair root, a touch of wariness flickering in his eyes.

This person was none other than the Paper Fan Young Master’s arch-enemy, the Golden Bell Prophet.

After his rebirth, he followed the sensations in his heart and tracked all the way to this city, where he found Li Qiankun divining for people.

The Golden Bell Prophet’s first instinct was to devour him.

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But soon, he realized that Li Qiankun was already exceedingly astute. Even more fatally, the man was completely bald.

Such a being often turned out to be a master of deduction at the level of ashes.

Even if their cultivation level wasn’t high, their deduction abilities were strong.

“This person has made 435 predictions, with an accuracy rate close to ten out of ten. Coupled with a shiny bald head, this indicates exceptional deduction skills, definitely a top-tier deduction master on par with me.”

The Golden Bell Prophet murmured with a face full of wariness.

“However, this person might simply be naturally bald, so I need to test him. If he turns out to be all show and no substance, I will strike and devour him to increase my power.”

“And if he truly has strength… Hiss!”

Just thinking about the consequences made the Golden Bell Prophet sharply inhale.

One hour later.

“Time to pack up!” Li Qiankun felt a bit tired, ready to pack up and find a place to rest for the night.

“Leaving so soon, are you afraid of me?”

At that moment, an arrogant voice came.

Everyone turned to look where the voice originated.

On the street, the sun was setting in the west.

A youth with his hands behind his back walked slowly forward, his gaze hollow, his face cold.

With his back against the setting sun, it was hard to see his face clearly, but with his slow approach and commanding voice, he exuded a certain presence.

“Who are you?”

Wang Ping’an asked.

The youth glanced at Wang Ping’an and said, “I am ‘Tianji Shangren,’ specializing in divining the secrets of heaven. You all set up stall here, claiming to deduce everything, with quite the audacious claims, huh!”

“What’s that to you?” Li Qiankun asked.

“Dare you compete with me in five rounds of prediction?” the youth said coldly.

“Not interested.” Li Qiankun continued packing up.

“Bloody hell…” the youth cursed inwardly because Li Qiankun wasn’t playing by the expected script. “I am also skilled in deduction. I have specifically come over to challenge you. Do you dare to compete?”

Li Qiankun’s eyebrows perked up, his interest piqued.

“You can deduce, too?”

“Nonsense! As Tianji Shangren, how could I not understand deduction? As for you, if you dare not, it merely shows you’re a charlatan.”

The youth used reverse psychology.

“Let’s compete then. But how shall we do it?” Li Qiankun was keen to learn tips from someone skilled in deduction, hoping to borrow the opportunity to quickly strengthen himself.

“We compare our deducing skills! There are so many people here who need divination. We shall perform deductions for them. Five rounds, first to three wins, and see who can provide the most detailed deductions.”

The youth stated the rules.

Then, with a grand wave of his hand, a Taishi Chair appeared behind him, and he promptly seated himself.

“Fine!” Li Qiankun nodded his head.

He still had a lot of Evil Qi and could perform many divinations, so he wasn’t worried.

Several hundred meters away.

The Golden Bell Prophet sat by a window on the second floor of a teahouse, one hand holding a golden ancient bell, the other maintaining the posture of forming a hand seal.

On the table, there stood a paper figure.

If one observed closely, they would notice the paper figure’s features bore an eight-part resemblance to the youth sitting on the Taishi Chair.

“Heh heh, using a paper effigy in place of my real body, no need for me to show myself and risk exposure.”

The Golden Bell Prophet chuckled.

Back on the street.

Li Qiankun and the paper effigy sat facing each other, five meters apart.

A middle-aged man stood in the middle, bowing respectfully towards both and said, “Two Immortal Masters, I have someone I fancy, named ‘Liu Susu.’ I wish to know how many men she has been with.”

As soon as these words were uttered, the crowd almost burst into laughter.

Everyone looked at this middle-aged man, finding his question exceedingly peculiar.