Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills-Chapter 191 - : 52: Ancient Divination Skill, Four Raven Guardians, Mystery of Ancestral Artifacts

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Chapter 191 - 191: 52: Ancient Divination Skill, Four Raven Guardians, Mystery of Ancestral Artifacts

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“Divination Master.”

Zhao Huai couldn’t help but be overjoyed upon seeing this destiny.

As for Divination Masters, he had naturally heard of them. It was a rare profession that had mastered the Ancient Divination Skill.

Even rarer than a First-Class Alchemist or a Talisman Master!

The classics record that the founder of Daoism in ancient times summarized a method of observing the sky and qi, known as Divination Skill.

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Divination Skill, one of many lost magical powers, can observe heavenly phenomenons, detect people’s misfortunes, and when cultivated to the extreme, transcending to the level of sanctity, can even change fate.

Intolerable by the Heavenly Power!

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With an expectant heart, Zhao Huai merged the destiny of the [Divination Master].

After the fusion, he felt as if there were strands of qi smoke rising in front of his eyes.

The qi smoke could extend out of the window.

Zhao Huai’s gaze followed the qi smoke, and he soon found the soldiers standing at the entrance.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

Upon seeing Zhao Huai coming out, the soldiers immediately bowed, their eyes filled with a hint of reverence.

They were all sergeants under the banner of Yan country, loyally following General Hu until now.

“Ah, there’s no need for such formalities; I’m just taking a look around.” As Zhao Huai nodded, he looked at their faces and observed them closely.

Qi smoke floated on their faces, forming mist with colors.

Both of their faces were coated with a faint golden mist.

It was more like specks of light than mist since the mist was really thin.

What does the golden color usually represent?

It should be a good thing, right?

Glory and riches?

Hitting big luck?

Zhao Huai couldn’t help but think. “Your Highness, what’s wrong?”

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?”

Both soldiers felt strange, not understanding why the Crown Prince suddenly looked at them this way.

Could it be that the Crown Prince is…

“No problem; I just wanted to check on you and found out that you are doing quite well; the future looks promising.” Zhao Huai smiled and said.

“Yes!”

Both soldiers shouted excitedly.

Being praised by the Royal Crown Prince was undoubtedly a great honor.

With that praise, Zhao Huai found that the golden qi smoke became a bit denser and more abundant.

Is it changing in real-time?

Zhao Huai was secretly surprised.

After thinking for a moment, he roughly understood that the golden qi smoke represented good fortune.

It might be related to the current fortune of Yan country.

These soldiers were all generals of the Yan country, and if Yan ever restored its national glory in the future, they would undoubtedly be the first batch of meritorious officials.

So it would be normal for them to have good fortune in the future.

After understanding this, Zhao Huai moved into the manor.

He wandered around, trying to figure out the new destiny.

Suddenly, he saw green qi smoke on a thin, small-framed soldier who was patrolling.

In the next second, the soldier sneezed.

He immediately understood that the green qi smoke represented illness and physical condition.

It became more and more interesting.

He found this Divination Skill quite fun.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

Zhao Huai walked out of the manor and arrived at the entrance of the mansion, where the passing soldiers greeted him one after another.

He responded to each of them in turn. After going around, he found that the condition of the soldiers was more or less the same.

Most of them were in good health, and they lived quite happily in Nanyu

Prefecture.

So they all showed a good side.

Preemptively exploring the usage of Divination Skill, Zhao Huai decided to go into the city.

He found that the colors of the qi smoke on the streets were more diverse.

There were gray, pink, purple, yellow…

Gray represented bad luck, as he saw a farmer with a small cart on the road whose bag of grass spilled on the ground.

Pink appeared among the couples at the roadside stalls, symbolizing love.

As for purple, he could only conclude that it represented high status for now because an extravagantly dressed young master rode a horse past him, looking remarkably distinguished.

People with great power often wear purple.

He couldn’t tell what yellow meant for now.

Right now, white and gray were the most common colors.

White represented normalcy, indicating that nothing happened recently. Gray meant that there were quite a few unlucky people.

Through the Divination Skill, he could also see the difference between ordinary people and cultivators.

Occasionally, he could see a few strong and energetic people, distinguished from ordinary people around them, with very dense white qi smoke on their bodies, indicating that they had entered the realm of cultivation.

At the same time, Zhao Huai discovered that one person’s face could show various colors, not just one.

For example, he just saw a man walking by with both green and gray colors.

This meant that he had encountered illness, and his body was not in good condition, which would lead to bad luck later on.

Upon further thought, there was a significant connection, adhering to the law of cause and effect.

“Not only can Divination Masters see good and bad fortune, but they can also see flowing qi. There should be more uses for it; could it be that I haven’t found the correct usage yet?”

Zhao Huai muttered to himself; although this destiny was practical, he felt it couldn’t reach the strength he expected.

If it could change fate and suppress a clan’s qi fortune as the ancient classics said, it would hardly be realistic.

There must be deeper uses.

However, he hadn’t discovered them so far.

Having roughly figured out the colors of the qi smoke seen under the [Divination Master] destiny.

Zhao Huai returned to the manor.

On the way, he ran into a familiar face.

Gorgeous silver hair, even under a loose bamboo hat and robe, her graceful figure could not be concealed.

It was Yin Nanyu, who was about to go out.

Seeing her, Zhao Huai’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

It was not because of her beauty, but because he saw a wisp of red color!

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