Chapter 443: The Taoist Priest Could Predict the Future

“My Taoist sect practices a method of divining heavenly secrets. I cast a fortune-telling hexagram before leaving this time.”

Han Sen realized ordinary explanations wouldn’t work. Thankfully, he still had his old trade of feng shui and fortune-telling! Before the great change, he and his master had survived through this craft. After the old Taoist priest died, he’d been left alone as the young successor, causing their business to plummet. Just as bankruptcy loomed, the unprecedented great change occurred.

“When did you cast that hexagram? I never noticed!”

Wang Bo beside him looked baffled. Hadn’t they traveled together? How could he have missed such a thing?

“Taoist mysteries aren’t for mundane eyes to witness.”

Taoist priest Han’s act as a big shot had grown convincing over time. He couldn’t vouch for others’ belief, but he himself bought into it completely. An elder’s words echoed in his mind: “To fool others, first fool yourself!”

If you didn’t believe your own lies, how could you deceive anyone?

“So you’re saying this Taoist priest can foresee the future?”

Qi Fei didn’t believe a syllable. As a rebirth individual, he’d seen the future’s complete Awakened Ones Database—humanity’s accumulated knowledge against the apocalypse. Any real future-seeing ability would’ve been recorded there. Such power could reshape wars, yet no such records existed.

This “Taoist secret technique” without documentation was likely fraudulent. Still, Qi Fei withheld final judgment—Taoist priest Han hadn’t existed in his original timeline. Perhaps this man did possess unusual abilities.

“Not true foresight. Merely… hazy glimpses.”

Han Sen struck a High Person’s pose.

Ding!

Energy Points +3

His eyelid twitched as he glanced at Qi Fei. The Special Operations Bureau officer clearly saw through the lies, but the bald followers behind…

A quick scan revealed three B-rank strong individuals—one point each. The system ignored the C-rank minions, whether from their disbelief or disdain for petty gains.

“What did you see in these visions, Taoist priest?”

The bald man leaned forward nervously. The B-rank Old Man and beautiful woman strained to hear. Previously, these local tyrants would’ve dismissed such claims—they’d first met Han Sen with utter contempt. Only after Qi Fei’s brutal disciplining did their mentality shift.

Witnessing an A-rank big shot’s might and noting Qi Fei’s respect for Han Sen, they’d elevated the Taoist priest in their minds. Now they operated on “better safe than sorry” logic.

“Blood. Everywhere… blood.”

Han Sen fabricated freely. The system’s hints about blood events gave him just enough to improvise.

Blood?

Qi Fei’s eyes narrowed. Other claims he’d dismiss, but this aligned with records—a Special Operations Bureau general had once destroyed a Blood Buddha avatar whose power manifested through blood oceans. If Han Sen’s vision held truth, the Blood Buddha might have evolved dangerously.

“Was… was General Qing Gang in your vision?”

The bald man whispered. He avoided using Qi Fei’s personal name—those with connections like Han Sen and Wang Bo could take liberties, but recently beaten underlings knew their place.

“Of course I am!”

Han Sen sighed in relief. After all this time circling the topic, he’d finally explained the dangers properly.

He shot an approving look at the bald man.

That shiny bald head wasn’t for nothing!

The guy knew how to read the room and when to back off.

“You predicted my involvement, priest?” Qi Fei raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Did you see yourself in these divination results too?”

“Reading your own fate’s against the rules.” Han Sen dodged neatly. Admitting he hadn’t gone would defy Bureau orders, while claiming he had would expose his lack of confidence in the prophecy. Who’d believe he’d join a suicide mission against Blood Buddha otherwise?

“Enough fairy tales!” A new voice cracked like a whip. “Our Special Operations Bureau doesn’t abandon plans because of some two-bit priest’s ramblings!”

Only then did people notice two more Bureau agents beside Qi Fei. They’d been practically invisible until speaking – whether through some ability or sheer presence suppression.

“Holy crap!” Wang Bo jumped, his Capital City persona shedding all Jiangnan City professionalism. “You guys practice sneaking or something?”

“Special Operations Bureau. Cai Jiu. Luo Ding.”

The names made several people bite their lips. Vegetable Nine and Screw? Really?

“Save the scare tactics, Han Sen.” Luo Ding stepped forward. “We’ve got your whole file – even your seven-year-old self peeing bedsheets after that Qigong scam with your master at Mei’s place.”

The Bureau’s dossier was brutal. Childhood embarrassments, failed schemes, everything.

“Fools!” Han Sen clasped his hands behind his back, oozing contempt. That Qigong mess? His master’s doing. Nothing to do with him.

“Drop the act.” Luo Ding peeled off his glove, revealing a scaled, blackened hand swirling with flesh-patterns that twisted the eye. “Don’t know why Qing Gang trusts you, but someone needs to cut through your lies.”

He tossed the glove down. Power rippled outward.

B-class.

And not just any B-class. The veteran kind.