Chapter 1 Who Has a Normal Stick?

Lu Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Fugui's bizarre thought process.

He asked everyone.

"Senior Brother Lu? Which stick are you talking about?"

"A normal one? Senior Brother Lu, I can't help you with that. Mine isn't normal."

"Yeah, Senior Brother Lu, ours aren't normal."

"Senior Brother Lu, do you want a long one or a short one?"

The cultivators spoke one after another, some with strange expressions, wondering what Lu Changsheng wanted a stick for.

Lu Changsheng sighed.

What kind of people are these?

"Senior Brother Lu, is this stick okay?"

At this moment, a cultivator placed a golden rod in front of Lu Changsheng and asked.

It was a magical artifact, but once inside the Tianyuan Holy Realm, it lost its effect and became just a stick with no use.

"It's okay."

Lu Changsheng nodded, grasped the stick, and took a deep breath.

Everyone was curious, wondering what Lu Changsheng was going to do.

But no one asked further. Since Lu Changsheng said he had a way, then he must have a way.

Holding the golden stick, Lu Changsheng asked everyone to make some space.

"Everyone, Changsheng is not talented, but I once learned a divination technique, which might be useful."

Lu Changsheng said, and in an instant, the cultivators understood.

Although they didn't know what a divination technique needed a stick for, it must be very profound.

After all, divination is the most mysterious of all the esoteric arts.

"Senior Brother Changsheng, you truly are Senior Brother Changsheng. You even know divination."

"With Senior Brother Changsheng here, what do we have to worry about!"

"Good, good, good. As expected of the peerless genius of Central Continent, Changsheng, you're amazing."

The cultivators praised one after another.

Lu Changsheng didn't reply. He held the golden stick and slowly said,

"Magic stick, magic stick, tell me, which one is the correct passage?"

Standing in front of the cave entrances, Lu Changsheng spun the stick and spoke.

In an instant, the cultivators were stunned.

"Divination technique?"

"That's it? You call that divination?"

"Senior Brother Lu, please don't make it so simple, or I feel like I can do divination too."

Not to mention these cultivators, even Wang Xuanji, Li Rulong, and the others were dumbfounded.

No one expected Lu Changsheng to be so fierce.

He just grabbed a stick, asked which way to go, threw it on the ground, and that was it?

Although they knew that divination was very esoteric and mysterious,

didn't he think he was being too perfunctory?

Was this divination?

This was just gambling on luck!

Even if he had good luck, it couldn't be this heaven-defying, right?

*Clang!*

The iron stick landed on the ground, pointing at the fourth cave entrance.

"It should be this one."

Lu Changsheng nodded with great confidence.

Since he had no ideas, he might as well leave it to fate. His luck had always been good. Surely, the heavens wouldn't abandon him, right?

At this moment, all the cultivators fell silent.

There wasn't a single bit of logic, nor a single bit of reasoning. He just randomly grabbed a stick and pointed at a cave, and that was the one?

What was even more terrifying was that they realized Lu Changsheng was serious.

If this was really divination, then sorry, I'm not worthy. I'll take my leave.

Even though they thought so in their hearts,

on the surface, someone said with a shocked expression,

"Senior Brother Lu, is your divination technique the legendary Heavenly Serendipity Divination?"

"Heavenly Serendipity Divination? What does that mean?"

"Oh! I remember, fellow cultivators! I once saw in an ancient book that there is a divination technique that seems simple, but is actually unpredictable. I think that must be the art that Senior Brother Lu just used."

"That's right! Heavenly Serendipity Divination! It seems random and simple, but in reality, the Great Dao is simple. Just now, Senior Brother Lu threw it casually, which might seem random to you laymen, but to us experts, it's extremely terrifying. In just a split second of raising his hand, Senior Brother Lu had already formed seventy-two ancient seals, deducing the living point."

"Damn, does it have to be so exaggerated?"

"To be honest, I do think it's a bit random."

"So that's how it is. Senior Brother Lu's every move is now Daoist magic. We admire you, admire you."

Praises from the cultivators rang out continuously.

However, not a single person dared to come out and try it.

Praise was praise, but they weren't fools. Who dared to mess around? Did they not want to live?

"Senior Brother Lu, do you want to divine again?"

At this moment, Wang Xuanji asked, forcing himself to ask.

"No need. It should be this cave." Lu Changsheng nodded with certainty.

With things like superstition, you either believe it to the end, or you don't believe it at all. Otherwise, if you keep testing, it'll only make you more anxious.

Everything is predetermined.

"Since there's really no other way right now, we might as well trust Senior Brother Lu."

"But this is too risky. Why don't we push someone out to explore the path?"

"Yeah, that works."

"I know! Let Zhao Chen go explore the path. Isn't this guy always saying he'll only take one scoop from the three thousand weak waters? Today, let him take a little more."

The cultivators discussed. There was really no other way at the moment, so they could only choose to believe Lu Changsheng.

Moreover, Lu Changsheng was the Senior Disciple of the Daoist sect. It was impossible for him to deliberately trick everyone.

It was just that the method was a bit random.

But other than that, it was hard to think of any other way.

"I'm not going, I'm not going! Fellow cultivators, I can't control my greed. If this is a dead end, I'll die, and that's it. It would be my Zhao Chen's blessing to contribute to you all. But if it's really a living point, I'm afraid I won't be able to control my... ah!"

Zhao Chen was filled with panic. Let him explore the path?

They were daydreaming, indulging in wishful thinking.

"If it really is a living point, then consider it your good fortune."

An elder spoke coldly, then directly picked up Zhao Chen and threw him into the cave.

It wasn't that everyone was heartless. It was mainly because this Zhao Chen was indeed a bit annoying. When there were treasures, he was the first to rush forward. When there was danger, he hid in the back.

If they didn't let him suffer a little, they wouldn't be convinced.

Just then, the Taiyi Holy Son slowly said, "Elder, it's immortal serendipity (xian yuan), not good fortune (qi yun)."

Elder: "Is there a difference?"

Taiyi Holy Son: "Oh, Elder, immortal serendipity is immortal serendipity, and good fortune is good fortune. They can't be confused."

Elder: "........"

Zhao Chen was thrown in. He turned around and wanted to come back, but when he saw the group of cultivators at the entrance staring at him menacingly, Zhao Chen burst into tears.

"Fellow cultivators, seniors, I really can't do it. I can't control my... ah! Who do you think I am? A king?"

"If you dare to come out, we'll kill you without hesitation."

"You kind of scum, disgracing the face of our righteous path. Now, we'll give you a chance. If this really is a living point, we'll write off everything that happened before."

Several elders spoke, their tone serious, not saying much more to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen cried, but didn't say much. Although he cursed in his heart, he still honestly shut his mouth on the surface. What if this really was a living point?

And so, half an incense stick later...