On the old green leather train, the chimney puffed out smoke softly as it moved along the tracks.

The Great Emperor, with a calm expression, was a young man with red lips and white teeth, looking out the window.

The train carriage was filled with the smell of sweat, mixed with various seafood, goods, and food aromas.

It was like the noisy atmosphere of a marketplace.

A group of burly, shirtless men, dressed like dock workers, were chatting energetically. They seemed like members of some gang, and the environment was chaotic, filled with all sorts of people from different walks of life.

After all, it was still the transitional period of the ancient Jianghu.

At this time, a smiling old lady walked over, "Young man, you're heading to Du Guan Town, right?"

The Great Emperor glanced at her, nodding calmly.

The presence of a king was restrained.

"Qingshi Town is a train stop, but it's very small. Few people get on there." The old lady was chatty, holding a bundle, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as she smiled, "You're going to Du Guan Town to look for work, aren't you?"

The Great Emperor nodded again.

He was a person with ambition for the whole world, with the grandeur of unifying it, descending from the Cosmic Celestial Palace to see the prosperity of the Great Witch World.

Unlike Fu Qingjun, a shut-in who never even visited all of Du Guan Town, let alone ventured out to see the chaos of this wartime period.

Recently, Fu Qingjun had been hiding at home, playing the game "Cyber Snail 2077" developed by Mechanical Snail, playing as a mechanical snail in a highly advanced cyberpunk world.

He was so absorbed in it these days that he paid no attention to the outside world.

"I'm going into town to visit my child. This train runs only a few times a year and is still quite disordered, so be careful. Young men like you, they love to sell to nightclubs."

The old lady had a face full of walnut-like wrinkles, looking scary but was saying kind words...

"Do you see those people with a knife emblem on their chest? Those are martial artists from the Ten Blades Association, in charge of the security on this train. If you encounter pickpockets or human traffickers, looking for them would be a sure bet."

The Great Emperor listened to the old lady's ramblings, feeling an unexpected warmth. After all, he hadn't tasted the mundane life for many years in the Celestial Palace.

Soon, the old lady insisted on giving him some fruits brought from the countryside, saying how difficult life was for children, before the Great Emperor got off at Du Guan Town.

Looking at the passengers with luggage and briefcases, he swept his gaze across and exited the station along with the crowd.

Entering the street, he saw the world of the Great Witch.

Somewhat similar to the bustling streets of mortal Shushan yet with differences.

Newspaper sellers shouting while riding bicycles...

Nightclubs on the street corner...

Black-coated patrol officers carrying guns...

Strong muscular martial artists...

"The world of the Great Witch, indeed, these giants are long-lived and immortal." The Great Emperor's expression was peaceful and leisurely, like a celestial emperor visiting the mortal realm in disguise.

"However, it's quite interesting."

"On the streets, it seems there are all kinds of strange people hiding, disguising themselves, cautiously watching the surroundings, ready to welcome some significant figure's arrival?"

He felt he came at just the right time.

"In the world of the Great Witch, even the fruits are so terrifyingly large." Eating a fruit, he suddenly looked around and noticed an old man in a robe on the roadside, setting up a stall with two couplets displayed.

Upper couplet: Examine yin and yang, dissect the five elements, see the sun and moon in the palm.

Lower couplet: Survey feng shui, study the universe, hold the world in the sleeve.

Horizontal inscription: Aiding the world like a deity.

The Great Emperor smiled, weaving through pedestrians, and slowly sat down, "Are you here to tell fortunes?"

The old man nodded, casually glancing at the extraordinarily looking youth, and replied with a smile, "Yes, fortune-telling. If I get it wrong, no charge."

The Grand Celestial Emperor chuckled and pointed to the vast blue sky, "Can you tell the itinerary of the Celestial Palace gods and true immortals today?"

"The Celestial Palace houses ancient celestial gods and the Jade Emperor, I cannot and dare not predict that." The fortune teller was momentarily stunned but replied politely.

"If you truly have divine power and can discern my origins, I can assure you no sin." The Grand Celestial Emperor said lightly, "Go ahead, dare to predict matters of the Celestial Palace."

The old man was dumbfounded; this person must be crazy.

Predicting matters of the Celestial Palace, and you grant me no sin, it's ludicrous. Besides, predicting the Celestial Palace itself is absurd, believe in science, you fool.

He quickly waved his hands, "Peeking into heavenly secrets shortens lifespan too much; I'm old and can't handle it, wanting to live a few more years."

The Grand Celestial Emperor continued, "In the land of immortals, recently, the Celestial Emperor has appointed the Dragon King clan, controlling the rainfall points for mortals. Can you predict if it will rain tomorrow?"

"Revealing heavenly secrets might invoke questions from the Celestial Emperor, I, an old man, wouldn't dare do such a thing." The fortune teller could only respond with a forced smile, his expression growing tense.

"Then can you foresee the great calamity in the Buddha realm, with the Buddha sitting in meditation, the reincarnated body at risk, everyone being two-faced, including the Buddha? The demon born from the Buddha's discarded thoughts, Kinnara, once from the Buddha's thought, knows the Buddha's deepest secrets, potentially appearing here on the World-Ending Black Lotus to kill the Buddha's reincarnated body?"

The fortune teller was dazed, "This is a heavenly secret, cannot be disclosed."

"You don't know this, nor that."

The Grand Celestial Emperor feigned anger, about to break the man's signboard, "Claiming to be an aiding deity, predicting across the heaven and earth realms, yet unaware of recent events in the three realms, is this your virtue?"

"..."

The fortune teller was left speechless.

This person must be insane.

He was a Grandmaster from the Imperial Palace, well-versed in the Five Elements and fortune-telling, known in Jianghu as the ultimate divine predictor, not by mere reputation.

But what was this person wanting to calculate?

The Grand Celestial Emperor shook his head, hands behind his back, his gaze cold as he spoke, "Never mind, the mortal world of the Great Witch has fallen into dust, yet I didn't expect it to be reduced to this extent, such exaggerated signboards with no truth. I thought there might still be ancient great witches similar to Lady Nuwa within, some heritage left from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, but never expected the signboards to lack authenticity, boasting so excessively."

"No wonder Lady Nuwa warned us to tolerate your ignorance." His expression bore some helplessness, indeed, no one was left in the Great Witch's world.

The fortune teller was baffled upon hearing this.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Nuwa being one of the Three Sovereigns, it is said there were no humans initially in this world, and it was a Great Witch God Emperor, Nuwa, who created humans...

But where did this person get such rumors, those are myths and legends.

How could there possibly be a Nuwa in this world?

"Since you can't do anything." He left the fortune teller speechless, merely extending his hand, "Then predict my fortune for today."

...

On the other side.

Fu Qingjun was sitting in the cafeteria, eating, looking at the worn-out threshold, feeling a bit dazed.

In front of him were a series of beautiful women, with long, agile bodies, although weighing hundreds of jins, their muscles were firm, appearing tall and beautiful.

"Indeed, martial artists can only marry martial artists." Fu Qingjun thought to himself.

After all, the grip strength of a Grandmaster martial artist is terrifying, isn't it?

A gentle touch would turn an ordinary woman into a pulp, let alone marriage, akin to being hit by a truck, rendered to mush instantly.

Only these martial artists, weighing hundreds of pounds, with seemingly solid muscles, are unaffected by normal people, but perfect for a grandmaster, a touch feels like touching the soft, tender skin of a normal woman.

"They're monsters." Fu Qingjun thought to himself.

That plain letter from when he was Gang Leader Fu, who would've thought it would be so well-received?

Now, the atmosphere was awkward. He didn't know what to say on this matchmaking occasion, let alone having so many at once, feeling like a breeding match.

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