Qian Duoduo's heart trembled: So, she brought Guan Tusheng for this purpose.
He couldn't stop Guan Tusheng, but if the calculations ended up pointing to himself, that wouldn't be pleasant.
Guan Tusheng's spirits lifted when he heard Zeng Zifang ask him to calculate the whereabouts of the enemy sect's Disciples. He shook his Tianji Abacus and stood at the front of the line.
“Cough!” Qian Duoduo couldn't help but lightly cough.
Guan Tusheng looked up at him and blurted out, “Senior Brother Jin?”
Under everyone's watchful eyes, how could Qian Duoduo dare to tell Guan Tusheng the truth?
He whispered, “Calculate carefully, determine the good and bad fortune. But, don't lose the way of a guest.”
Guan Tusheng stared into Qian Duoduo's eyes and understood his meaning: “Accurate calculation is important, but you must think it through before speaking. Most importantly, state the good and bad fortune after calculating it.”
To put it bluntly, speak only what benefits the two of them, and keep silent about what does not.
Seeing Guan Tusheng shake his abacus with a confident demeanor, the Refining Spirit Sect Disciples remained silent and didn't move forward.
If your Ba Ling Sect wants to calculate where Jin Buhuan lives, go calculate it yourselves.
If you calculate correctly, you're impressive. If you don't, you'll lose face as soon as you enter.
Guan Tusheng laid his Tianji Abacus flat, and his ten slender fingers moved the beads.
As the beads clacked, the Spiritual Qi in the air began to fluctuate.
“This way!”
Guan Tusheng confidently strode straight towards Mengyuan Mountain.
“Tch! Playing tricks!” Deng Feihong muttered softly.
She thought Guan Tusheng already knew that Jin Buhuan was a Meng Yuan Legion Disciple, and the direction of Mengyuan Mountain was very simple information.
But she didn't know that Guan Tusheng was only a Condensing Qi Stage Level Eight Disciple not long ago and wasn't yet qualified to access information about other sects.
Mengyuan Mountain was truly calculated by Guan Tusheng.
Everyone followed Guan Tusheng towards Mengyuan Mountain.
Elder Hu gently introduced the Refining Spirit Sect to the Ba Ling Sect Disciples, “Look, that one with the ‘Artificer Hall’ plaque is the Artificer Hall…”
Zeng Zifang smiled, fully displaying her charm.
However, the Refining Spirit Sect Disciples were already on guard; they acted as if she, a beautiful living person, wasn't even there. Instead, several Ba Ling Sect Disciples became dazed and almost tripped over themselves.
Upon reaching the foot of Mengyuan Mountain, Guan Tusheng didn't wait to see the Outer Sect mountain gate, pointing to the peak: “This is Mengyuan Mountain.”
Zeng Zifang put her hands on her slender waist and asked Dugu Yunshan, “Handsome, did we calculate wrongly?”
Dugu Yunshan was unmoved by her charm, and the Evil Qi on his body grew heavier.
After a long absence, the golden glow on his body was even more pronounced, and his cultivation had long surpassed the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
“Mengyuan Mountain is easy to find, but Senior Brother Jin is hard to locate,” Deng Feihong interjected, pulling out a handful of white cloth strips from somewhere and tearing them one by one, throwing them to the ground.
Today, Zeng Zifang wore a white long dress that, though not revealing much, accentuated her figure to an unprecedentedly tall and slender degree.
In terms of allure, she certainly stood out.
Cao Yueying shook her head, pointing to Dugu Yunshan, “While it’s a pity that Senior Brother Jin Buhuan, as the Elder with the most potential, cannot come out to receive guests, our Senior Brother Dugu Yunshan is not weak and can substitute for Senior Brother Jin Buhuan.”
Her words, on the surface, were meant to divert the purpose of a one-on-one challenge, but in reality, she deliberately emphasized Jin Buhuan's Elder status to create confusion for Guan Tusheng in calculating Jin Buhuan's residence.
Dugu Yunshan's eyes immediately turned to Qian Duoduo; as soon as Zeng Zifang nodded, he would immediately accept the challenge.
“Dugu Yunshan? Are you more powerful than Jin Buhuan?”
Zeng Zifang took half a step forward, almost touching Dugu Yunshan.
