The fortune-telling tube originally lay quietly on the equally red altar; without the woman approaching, she wouldn’t have noticed that, although the temple was bustling, no one went near the tube. Logically, since the Water God here was quite mystical, many should have come to ask for divinations, yet why was the tube so lonely?

The incense smoke was overwhelming in the temple, though her vision was blurry, she could clearly see that the woman seeking divination had a resolute expression, as if she was ready to face death.

Girl, you’re only asking for a divination, is it worth such a stance?

The young woman picked up the tube and started shaking it. Probably because she was overly nervous, her hand trembled, causing two divinations to fall out of the tube.

"Plop" "plop," one fell by her feet; the other shot four feet away, landing on Ning Xiaoxian’s shoe.

The young woman bit her lip, picked up her divination, and cautiously peeked at it, showing a look of either delight or disappointment on her face. Other women peered over to look and collectively sighed, "Not the one, not the one. Alas, you should find another way, after all, heaven always has a way out."

Ning Xiaoxian, sharp-eyed, saw that the divination she held was clean and the paint was evenly and nicely applied, yet it was blank, not a single word!

How could anything like this exist in the world? Aren’t there supposed to be small lines of text on every divination, and then one would find the temple priest here to interpret it? In her daze, she instinctively bent down to pick up the bamboo stick that had fallen on her shoe and took a closer look.

The center of the divination showed three winding, overlapping lines, which she recognized as a simplified depiction of flowing water. But what did it mean? She shrugged her shoulders, intending to put the bamboo stick back in the tube. One among the women was sharp-eyed and happened to spot this divination, immediately exclaiming, "The Water God has issued a divination!"

The woman’s voice was loud and sharp, and with just one shout, everyone in the temple simultaneously turned their heads, first fixated on the divination, then shifting their gaze to Ning Xiaoxian, who was holding it.

The feeling of being the center of attention was, indeed, unpleasant.

She gave a dry laugh and said, "It was an accident, an accident." increasing her pace, trying to put the divination back in the tube.

"Hold on!" The temple priest, who was initially drooping his eyelids and appeared lethargic, now seemed fully rejuvenated, leaping in front of her with agility not usual for mortals, reaching for her wrist.

She immediately dropped her face, displeased and said, "What are you doing?" Her Protective Gang Qi instantly bounced the temple priest’s hand away. She still retained kindness, noticing the temple priest was merely a Mortal Body, thus didn’t exert full force. If it were another Harmonization Stage demon being treated so rudely, it might have been a deadly blow.

The temple priest, unaware of closely skirting Death’s gate, still anxiously said, "Which household are you from, so ignorant! Having been favored by the Water God, you’re supposed to hold onto the divination tightly, go home, and wait for the Water God to marry you, not put the divination back!"

"What?" She was momentarily stunned. Did she accidentally hear the word ’marry’?

However, seeing the temple priest’s solemn expression and strong voice, it didn’t seem like he was lying, especially as she now expanded her Divine Thought, reading the expressions of everyone around. There were those who were envious, surprised, sympathetic, and surely also those gloating.

A woman in her forties saw her face full of astonishment and kindly explained to her, "Miss, you must be from out of town? You should know the fortune-telling tube here in the Water God Temple can only be touched by young women, and there’s only one Water God’s Talisman in the entire tube. A fortunate girl who draws this divination is the bride personally selected by the Water God."

What a bizarre rule. Ning Xiaoxian, feeling mixed emotions, pointed to the girl who had just shaken the tube: "You’re mistaken. That divination was shaken out by her, two popped out, and I merely helped pick it up for her. If the Water God selected anyone, then it should be her."

Sure enough, when she pointed at her, the girl’s face first became pale, then showed a hopeful expression.

The temple priest shook his head vigorously like a drum: "No, whoever holds that divination is the bride of the Water God. The divination fell at your feet, and you picked it up, the Water God chose you!"

"That’s nonsense." Even with a good temperament, Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t hold back anymore, the temple priest only felt a tightness in his hand, and the Water God’s Talisman had been pushed into his hand; the girl before him turned her back to walk out, "Now the divination is in your hand, let the Water God marry you!" Was she, a dignified Harmonization Stage, afraid of an insignificant little demon?"