Chapter 1925: Chapter 1924: Peach Blossom Severance

Zhao Guotian watched Zhao Daoran’s departing shadow, a fierce look flickering in his eyes.

Today that damn father publicly beat him up, completely disgracing him.

From now on, walking on the streets, people will surely point at his back.

"Looks like I’ll have to go away and hide for a while."

But before Zhao Guotian leaves.

He needs to do something.

"Old man, you forced me into this."

Zhao Guotian rode the Azure Dragon Mount, racing away from Blackwater Street.

The sunset drew in the west.

Outside Blackwater City, the sunset’s afterglow fell onto the westerly wind, fell onto the lake.

A young man in a white robe leaned against a skinny horse, gazing at the blood-red horizon.

This man was named Huang Meng.

He was the Young Master of the Eastern Extreme Territory, here to attend the Alliance Hierarch Assembly.

Huang Meng was a prodigy from a young age, by his twenties, he was already a genius of the Eastern Extreme Territory.

Sadly, after he turned twenty, fate seemed to play a prank on him.

For nearly a thousand years, he was trapped in endless romantic entanglements.

Leaving him unable to focus on his cultivation.

For some reason, wherever he went, beauties always gravitated toward him.

But these beauties were like butterflies; when you’re unaware of them, they land on your sleeve, on your long hair.

Their beauty makes your heart race, makes you dream.

Yet once he tries to capture them, the butterflies transform into a dream, or into a mere vision.

He seemed to have been ensnared by the mundane world.

"A thousand years have passed, Heaven, how long will you torment me?"

Huang Meng’s eyes glinted with a hint of bitterness.

Staring at the distant sunset with resentment, at this moment he felt like a thousand horses were roaring in his heart.

For a thousand years, he alone, this child of Heaven, became a joke.

While his peers had succeeded, wealthy and renowned.

Even younger individuals had made some achievements, at least they weren’t riding a cheap skinny horse like him.

This wasn’t minor.

A thousand years of hardship had made him resilient and hardworking.

But when he thought of his aging mother and his white-haired father, his resentment against fate grew stronger.

His mother was now a frail old lady, forced to journey far to earn more Spirit Stones, ending up as a Miscellaneous Tasks Worker in the bustling Magic Capital Sect.

Her daily work amounted to nothing more than washing dishes.

To save some Spirit Jade, she had to live in a dilapidated house, with wind leaking from all sides.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t much of a house, more like a shack covered with a few tiles, when winter came, the cold wind howled.

Thinking of his mother’s situation, he clenched his fists.

He yearned desperately to change his mother’s circumstances through his efforts.

Originally, he was the Young Master of the Eastern Extreme Sect.

Ideally, he should be living quite comfortably.

But actually, it wasn’t so; the Eastern Extreme Sect had fallen into ruin.

His father’s relationship with his mother broke down, they went their separate ways.

Later, the Eastern Extreme Sect was suppressed by Qin Tianba, causing the entire sect to scatter like birds.

His father fled with a handful of disciples beyond the Blackwater Secret Realm, barely keeping in touch now.

"Father wants me to choose an auspicious day to practice the Revival Technique."

Suddenly, he recalled the message from his father three days ago.

Soon, he led his skinny horse into Blackwater City.

Quickly, he spotted a fortune-teller.

This elder could foresee fate, presumably could find an auspicious day too.

He touched the Spirit Jade Token on his chest.

This Spirit Jade was the result of his hard work.

This piece of Spirit Jade was high-quality, enough to pay the elder.

Soon, he approached the stall, smiling as he placed the Spirit Jade on the table.

"Elder, would you help me find an auspicious day?"

The fortune-teller was a man past seventy, with willow-like eyebrows.

Upon seeing the Spirit Jade, a smile spread across his face.

The elder had always been proud, hence despite his life-long skills in fate and fortune, his business wasn’t great.

Seeing the Spirit Jade, he recognized the young man’s sincerity.

Suddenly, he lifted his head, revealing a pair of profound wise eyes.

Still, as he aged, clouds began to grow upon the crystalline eyes.

"Tell me your birthdate and time."

The elder spoke slowly.

Huang Meng mumbled.

"Tang Calendar, year 245, ninth month, fifth day, midday."

The elder heard and began to calculate his fate.

Moved by the young man’s high-quality Spirit Jade, the elder was benevolent, not only calculating an auspicious day but also his fate.

"Young one, before you turned twenty, your path was one of cultivation, your achievements in cultivation should’ve been great."

"And after twenty, all you have are romantic blessings..."

Huang Meng’s eyes brightened upon hearing this.

This elder indeed has some prowess.

To be able to calculate his experiences so accurately.

But not entirely precise, for at age seventeen.

He encountered a miracle, achieving mastery by seventeen.

Had it not been for that encounter, perhaps he would have achieved success at twenty.

"At the age of 1,025, your romantic blessings are strongest, you should have married."

"Even now, you still walk with romantic luck."

The elder continued speaking slowly.

With his fingers in play, whispering to himself.

Huang Meng found it made sense.

Indeed, at the age of 1,025, he met an intriguing girl.

Sadly, both girls are now married, no longer in contact.

Though with one he undeniably shared an exceptionally joyous time.

Only, eventually, they parted ways, never reaching the point of discussing marriage.

"Elder, your calculation about marriage is off, until now, I remain single."

Huang Meng shook his head.

The elder did not accurately calculate his romance.

Yet at the age of 1,025, indeed a marriage almost happened.

The elder raised an eyebrow.

Generally, ordinary people cannot escape the grasp of fate.

Yet the young man here seems to have broken free from it.

The Book of Fate says only heroes or great villains can escape fate.

This young man is either a hero or a villain.

The elder calculated further.

"Young one, your fate is promising, you have many benefactors, only at 2,300 years old will you become the Blackwater Alliance’s Hierarch."

Toward the end, the elder was somewhat astonished.

The young man was the next next Hierarch.

Sadly, currently bound by romantic luck, there is no hope for him in this Hierarch selection assembly.

Huang Meng heard, his heart turned cold.

Waiting till he’s 2,300 years old, by then his mother’s hair would fully whiten.

His eyes showed defiance.

"Elder, please calculate an auspicious day for me!"