The two of them vanished right before my eyes!

I tried everything—formations, traps, illusions—but I couldn't find any trace of them. Not even my ghost eyes could detect a hint of yin energy.

My hands clenched into fists as I stood there, completely at a loss.

Ye Yang patted my shoulder. "Calm down! A suanshi (calculator) isn't a ghost or a god; they can't make people disappear into thin air. Keep looking, there must be a way."

Feng Ruohang stepped forward. "Suanshi, although they disdain divining fate, predicting the future is a required skill for a mingshi (fate master)."

"In Qian Hong's story, there's a part where Old Qian has Qian Hong predict where he is. Could it be that Old Qian's location can only be determined that way?"

My eyes lit up, but then I hesitated. "I don't know how to predict the future! Ye Yang, can you?"

Ye Yang shook his head slightly. "Swordsmen only trust the sword in their hand."

Feng Ruohang said softly, "Then I'll do it!"

Feng Ruohang followed the story's instructions, walked to the table, sat down, and took out three coins from his pocket, holding them in his hand. He shook them twice in the air and then threw them onto the table.

The moment Feng Ruohang released the coins, a flash of inspiration struck me, and I drew my blade, slashing at the coins in mid-air.

Before the coins could even touch the surface of the table, I had sliced them in half.

Feng Ruohang was stunned, and Ye Yang frowned. "What the hell are you doing?"

I said grimly, "If we try to predict anything, we're dead."

I explained, "Wouldn't the heir of Qu Zhi Guishen (Finger-Counting Ghost God) know how to predict the future? The fact that she could write Qian Hong's story means she knows the clues Old Qian left for Qian Hong."

"I think Old Qian wasn't leaving Qian Hong a path to survival, but a path to death."

Feng Ruohang suddenly understood. "You mean Qian Hong isn't the heir of Qiankun Shen Suan (Universe Divine Calculation)?"

"Definitely not!" I said grimly. "If I'm not mistaken, Qian Hong was just an abandoned baby who was adopted."

"Old Qian had him parade around with the suanshi red thread to lure out the heir of Qu Zhi Guishen. Old Qian is trying to kill people!"

I sneered. "What White Heart, what Five Women Guiding the Greedy Wolf, those are just accessories. The real core of this mission is the battle between the two great suanshi."

"Qu Zhi Guishen is adding fuel to the fire, bringing in one art master after another, all to force Old Qian out."

Feng Ruohang said, "Then why didn't that Zhang woman just lure people here directly? Why go through such a big detour?"

I replied, "Because her opponent is the Qian family."

"Too many people in the world want to get their hands on the Qian family. As long as someone releases information, a large number of experts will come to scheme against the Qian family. The Zhang woman needs a plausible cover."

"The Five People Five Hearts is the best way to conceal the existence of the Qian family. The legends of those five people are traceable, and there's also a Greedy Wolf destiny to cover things up. Everyone's attention will be drawn to the Five Hearts, thus ignoring Qian Hong."

"More importantly, many people won't believe that Qian Hong is the heir of Qiankun Shen Suan. Because the suanshi ring on his finger is too conspicuous. Moreover, Qian Hong in the story is schemed against as soon as he appears, which doesn't seem like a suanshi."

"Besides, some warlocks don't even know about the existence of suanshi. Ye Yang and I are taking advantage of our respective sects to guess that this is a battle between suanshi."

I walked back and forth a few steps. "Although Old Qian isn't a true suanshi, if he only defends and doesn't attack, he's strong enough to remain invincible."

"Using the method of fate prediction to calculate Old Qian's location is his killer move."

I said grimly, "If you use divination to calculate that old man, he'll have a way to kill you."

"Heavenly Retribution!" Feng Ruohang shuddered involuntarily.

What are numerologists most afraid of? Besides Heavenly Retribution, there's nothing else.

Anyone who practices fortune-telling is peeking into the secrets of heaven, it's just a matter of degree.

"Those who speak recklessly about heavenly secrets shall die!" is a tribulation that numerologists can never overcome.

Some things, if a numerologist says them, they will surely die.

Some things, heaven doesn't even allow anyone to glimpse.

If a numerologist forcibly tries to look at certain things forbidden by heaven, they will die on the spot before they can even say a word.

Old Qian can remain invincible because he carries something that heaven doesn't allow to exist. Calculating his location is equivalent to peeking into heavenly taboos.

Where the divination lands, Feng Ruohang will surely die.

Feng Ruohang bit his lip. "I want to try... what if I can find a clue?"

"You can't try!" I shook my head. "At least, you can't try it on Old Qian. It's too risky."

"But..." Feng Ruohang retorted, "If we don't try, we can only watch Zhao Yuezhu die, and our business will be ruined."

"Don't forget, we're not just Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren (Yang Realm Life Borrowers), we're also warlocks!"

"A warlock's creed is to be loyal to their client!"

True warlocks are indeed like this. The unwavering commitment of a warlock's employer is a golden brand built with blood by generations of practitioners.

It's just that few people believe in the warlock's creed anymore.