Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder was slightly startled; he had not disclosed the details to Mu Huaidong and the others beforehand, fearing that it would give them ideas. Yet, how did Qu Lingshan manage to speak first? Little did he know, Qu Shanling had taken the initiative to speak precisely to inspire them to hatch plans. If no one harbored any ideas, where would he scavenge benefits from?

The several young people were also stunned, and their expressions soon shifted to either surprise, nervousness, or excitement. Only Mu Huaidong remained composed, though his gaze met with Qu Shanling’s for a moment, subtly blinking.

Hey, I truly wasn’t wrong; this young man is quite astute. It seems I won’t miss out on the benefits. Qu Shanling was delighted internally, although the Third Elder had caught him off guard; still, the benefits he was to reap inevitably could not escape him.

”You all need not be anxious. While the Star Divination Technique peers into the Heavenly Secret, the moon’s phases wax and wane, and the Heavenly Secret is unpredictable. Ultimately, your destiny is still in your own hands,” Qu Shanling said cheerily, his face radiating benevolence. Hmm, he looked both highly skilled and quite the charlatan.

”Yes, yes, we understand,” a few young people relaxed a bit and nodded continuously in agreement.

”Then, let’s start with the youngest,” Qu Shanling said and extended his hand.

The girl who appeared about the same age as Mu Nan, in fact, only older by three months, stepped forward and offered her hand to Qu Shanling.

On the Holy Court Continent, Star Divination Masters were neither too many nor too few. Each Star Divination Master had their own Inheritance, divided among various factions.

Star Phase Bone Breaking was one such technique. It used the positions of the Heavenly Stars in conjunction with skeletal postures to predict a person’s destiny. This method was relatively common, so the young girl had encountered it before and knew what to do.

Qu Shanling clasped the girl’s hand, his fingers twitching slightly. The girl glanced at him with a hint of confusion, assuming it was a maneuver of the Star Phase Bone Breaking technique, without giving it much thought or excess reaction.

Qu Shanling was secretly disappointed. His slight finger movement had been deliberate, a subtle trick used in merchant transactions to communicate secrets without outsiders knowing. His intention was to give the girl a hint. After all, he was a rare commodity holding his value, and couldn’t place all his bets on Mu Huaidong alone—he would help whoever offered the highest price.

Unfortunately, the girl seemed completely oblivious, or perhaps she simply didn’t care much, showing no reaction at all.

”Your destiny follows the fire chamber; glorious days are ahead—a good fate, indeed a good fate! Should you have been born a boy, you would surely have made a name for yourself. Even as a girl, you could bring wealth and honor to your husband and descendants,” Qu Shanling proclaimed, disguising his internal disappointment with a face full of feigned surprise.

”Thank you, Master Qu, thank you, Master Qu,” the girl, evidently without lofty ambitions and merely focusing on marrying well, was overjoyed to hear about wealth and honor dependent on her husband and descendants.

”Is there any sign of ill luck?” the Third Elder, though somewhat biased, was quite affectionate towards his granddaughter, and also quite happy to hear the good news. He then asked further.

”Perhaps some illness around the age of forty—remember to manage the household well and avoid running around,” Qu the God casually fabricated. The girl seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. By the time she reached forty, it would have been twenty-four or twenty-five years later. By then, his twenty-year indenture contract would have long expired, and he would no longer even be in Heishi City. What harm could a bit of careless talk do?

Truly a veteran charlatan, even in such times, he remembered the twenty-year indenture contract; his technique of covering his tracks was indeed masterful.

(Happy National Day everyone, wishing you all have fun.)