"I've got three secret techniques here, all of which are exclusive transmissions of the Daluo Sect." Nan Shangfeng took out three jade scrolls and handed them over.

Yuan Ming swept his Divine Sense over the three jade scrolls and discovered that one was called Heart of Ice, an ice attribute secret technique, another was Invisible Escape, an earth attribute escape technique, and the last one was Wanxiang Wind Spirit, a wind attribute attack divine ability.

Although these three would be considered quite exquisite cultivation techniques in the outside world, they might not necessarily catch Wu Yu's eye.

"Let me do it instead." Yuan Ming took out a jade scroll and began to inscribe the essentials of the Heavenly Destiny Skill.

While inscribing the essentials, he inquired with the servant about Xuan Ye's identity. The servant knew little about Xuan Ye, only that Xuan Ye was the steward of Master Wu Yu's residence.

Master Wu Yu never appears publicly and handles all miscellaneous affairs through Xuan Ye.

Yuan Ming nodded and quickly finished writing the Heavenly Destiny Skill, leaving his name, and then handed the jade scroll to the servant.

"Please help deliver this."

The servant replied affirmatively, quickly ran out of the teahouse, and handed Yuan Ming's jade scroll to Xuan Ye.

After listening, Xuan Ye looked up and his gaze happened to meet Yuan Ming's, displaying a hint of surprise. He nodded slightly before quickly averting his gaze.

Soon, thirty minutes passed, and Xuan Ye finished counting the jade scrolls handed over by everyone and turned to enter the residence.

Outside the house, everyone appeared quite anxious, with some pacing about nervously.

Yuan Ming and Nan Shangfeng also came outside but did not join in, standing on the outskirts of the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, is your secret technique sufficient to gain an audience with Master Wu Yu? What if it fails?" Nan Shangfeng asked anxiously.

"If it doesn't work, we'll think of another way." Yuan Ming responded calmly.

The Heavenly Destiny Skill is also a divination secret method. As long as Master Wu Yu doesn't know it, it should pique his interest.

An hour later, the residence gate reopened, and Xuan Ye came out.

"Mr. Xuan Ye, what does Master Wu Yu say?"

"Did Master have any favorites today?"

The cultivators outside immediately approached eagerly with expectant expressions.

"Please, everyone, be patient, Master was impressed by one secret technique today." Xuan Ye said calmly.

As he spoke, his gaze drifted towards Yuan Ming, standing outside the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, Master Wu Yu awaits you." Xuan Ye said, cupping his hands.

The crowd turned their eyes towards Yuan Ming and Nan Shangfeng, faces full of confusion, shock, envy, and other complex emotions.

Yuan Ming, as if expecting this, nodded slightly and slowly stepped forward.

Nan Shangfeng suppressed the excitement in his heart and followed behind Yuan Ming.

He hadn't truly been honest with Yuan Ming earlier; years ago, he had come here with another person, waiting for over two years and offering secret techniques three times to meet Master Wu Yu, all ending in failure.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ming's seemingly casual action had secured an audience with Master Wu Yu.

Watching Yuan Ming's back, Nan Shangfeng's gaze was complicated, his resolve further deepening.

Under the envious and slightly jealous gazes of the cultivators, the two followed Xuan Ye into the residence.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Ye, I wouldn't have thought we'd meet again in Black Tiger City just after half a month." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"Indeed, had I known Fellow Daoist Wan would come to Black Tiger City, we could have traveled together that day." Without outsiders present, Xuan Ye shed his cold demeanor and smiled.

"Brother Wan, you know each other?" Nan Shangfeng inquired through voice transmission, addressing Yuan Ming more familiarly.

"Yes, we met once in Yin Mountain City." Yuan Ming replied briefly, glancing at Nan Shangfeng.

Embarrassed, Nan Shangfeng scratched his head and stopped speaking.

"I didn't realize that Fellow Daoist Xuan Ye was with Master Wu Yu. Could those Soul Refining Elixirs be for Master Wu Yu? If so, I have two more, willing to offer them both to Master Wu Yu." Yuan Ming continued conversing with Xuan Ye, taking out a white porcelain bottle.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Wan. Those Soul Refining Elixirs are needed by someone else, unrelated to Master Wu Yu." Xuan Ye shook his head and replied.

Aiming to probe about Master Wu Yu, Yuan Ming actively engaged in conversation, but Xuan Ye was reluctant to elaborate, responding with laughs and maintaining a smile.

The two continued walking into the residence, bypassing a picturesque garden, until they arrived before a bamboo pavilion.

"Master Wu Yu is inside, but please, Fellow Daoist Wan, enter alone for the meeting." Xuan Ye said as his gaze fell upon Nan Shangfeng.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Ye, your cultivation is profound, I believe you can see the peculiarity of my friend. To be honest, I, Yuan Ming, have come to visit Master Wu Yu today precisely to resolve his issue." Yuan Ming cupped his hands in greeting.

Xuan Ye examined Nan Shangfeng a few more times, then silently stepped aside.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming expressed gratitude, pushed the door open, and walked in, his expression suddenly freezing.

In the bamboo pavilion, a girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen sat quietly behind a square table.

Her appearance was beautiful, as if she walked out from a painting, with fine brows and pink lips delineated like brush strokes, jade-like skin and a complexion sculpted from ice and snow. Though she wore no makeup, her natural beauty was captivating, making it hard for others to avert their gaze.

At that moment, she was lifting her hands to brew tea, her light green silk dress gently fluttering with her movements, and the white gauze over her shoulders shimmered like moonlight, lightly floating, and without a speck of dust.

She sensed Yuan Ming and his companion entering, her clear eyes slightly lifted, gaze falling on Yuan Ming with a clarity as if wanting to see through him completely.

"Fellow Daoist Wan has arrived, please sit." She smiled, putting down her teacup and gracefully gesturing for Yuan Ming and his companion to take a seat.

Nan Shangfeng, upon seeing the girl in the green dress, stood there as if struck by thunder, with his soul seemingly transported to the clouds above.

Seeing Nan Shangfeng like this, Yuan Ming knew his old problem had resurfaced, and he coughed lightly, channeling a trace of soul power.

Nan Shangfeng's Divine Soul trembled, he came to, yet his eyes still fixated on the girl, displaying a look of obsession.

Yuan Ming sighed inwardly and activated the All Living Beings Dream Seal.

Nan Shangfeng's vision blurred and he appeared in a misty space.

"Illusion Space? Brother Wan, is this your doing?" Nan Shangfeng immediately returned to his senses, shouting at the surroundings.

"Fellow Daoist Nan, our visit today must not lack etiquette." Yuan Ming's voice echoed within the white space.

"Brother Wan, you don't understand, this is true emotion, meeting a beloved woman, one must express it boldly! Today I finally understand what it means to have a beautiful person, one who sees and can't forget, even a day apart makes one think madly..." Nan Shangfeng was assailed by his own feelings.

"What true emotions, you are truly lustful..." Yuan Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

"Fellow Daoist Nan, the matter at hand is of utmost importance, if you anger Master Wu Yu and get us expelled, what about your curse?" he reminded.

"Brother Wan, you have no woman you desire, you don't understand my feelings right now, I'm exceedingly sure that Miss Wu Yu is my destined one! For her, what fear is death, let me out quickly! Don't delay my great marriage!" Nan Shangfeng urgently shouted, seeming to disregard life and death, releasing his Divine Sense to fiercely impact the illusion space.

However, the illusion space formed by the All Living Beings Dream Seal was beyond what Nan Shangfeng could break, no matter how he assaulted, the white space did not even ripple.

"You should calm down here." Yuan Ming, speechless, transmitted a voice and ceased paying attention to Nan Shangfeng.

In the reality of the bamboo pavilion, Nan Shangfeng was motionless, his expression vacant, akin to a stone statue.

"Fellow Daoist Wan has quite an impressive Illusion Technique." The girl in the green dress smiled graciously, as if all flowers in bloom, the light within the bamboo pavilion seemed brighter.

Yuan Ming secretly marveled at the girl's charm, waved his sleeve, and stored Nan Shangfeng into the Shura Palace, bowing to the girl: "The illusion is but a trifling matter, Fellow Daoist overpraises me, my friend is uncouth, I beg you not to mind."

"It is human nature, Fellow Daoist Wan please sit." The girl slightly shook her head.

"Though it may be presumptuous, I wish to confirm, you are indeed Master Wu Yu?" Yuan Ming hesitated slightly, but still asked.

"Fellow Daoist Wan doesn't think so?" The girl in the green dress poured Yuan Ming a cup of Spiritual Tea.

Yuan Ming indeed didn't expect Wu Yu to be such a girl, everyone referred to her as a master, he thought she would be an elderly person with immortal demeanor, unexpectedly, she's a young maiden.

"The master's nobility is above me. I have judged wrongly." Yuan Ming did not decline, sat across the girl, accepted the teacup from her, and took a small sip.

Wu Yu also lifted her teacup, took a gentle sip, her clear eyes examining Yuan Ming.

"Did master foresee I would come?" Yuan Ming took a small sip.

"Why does Fellow Daoist Wan think so?" Wu Yu smiled and countered.

"The city gate guards got a prophecy from you, the teahouse owner outside gave extra care, surely not just because I'm a new guest, and the Fellow Daoist Xuan Ye who guided us here recently sought me out in Yin Mountain City, buying several Soul Refining Elixirs from me. Once, twice might still be coincidence, yet I encountered three times, is there truly such coincidence in the world?" Yuan Ming's smile carried a hint of playfulness.

Wu Yu's willow brows slightly furrowed, as if pondering over who Yuan Ming was referring to, and moments later revealed a sense of realization.

"I see, Fellow Daoist Wan may have misunderstood, the prophecy I gave them was merely concerning their own affairs, not expecting the prophesied person to be solely you." Wu Yu explained.

"Master means, you did not foresee today's events?" Yuan Ming carefully chose his words.

"The future is elusive, we cultivators, no matter how adept in prophecy, can at best glimpse a corner of the future, and cannot see the full picture. Even if I can predict some traits of a person's noble one, I ultimately cannot truly discern their identity." Wu Yu gently shook her head, further clarifying.

"So, master's Art of Prophecy excels at predicting others' destined noble ones? Some time ago, I met a Prophet who specialized in forecasting calamities." Yuan Ming relaxed internally and said.

"Every Prophet, due to differing fates, varying cultivation techniques, naturally excels in different fields." Wu Yu slowly explained to Yuan Ming.

"I see, I have learned much." Yuan Ming nodded thoughtfully.

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