Chapter 29: The Heavenly Divination Shell

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When Yu Zhao died in her past life, she had already been a Nascent Soul cultivator, having fought in countless battles over a thousand times. Naturally, she wouldn’t feel nervous about a mere training mission.

What she cared about was that soon, in the Dragon Roar Valley, she would meet Wu Shao Zhen, and he would be gravely injured.

Revenge was within her grasp. If not for practicing the Illusory Tides Technique, which helped her control her emotions, Yu Zhao’s blood might have already been boiling with excitement.

Zhou Jin Yue, however, didn’t notice Yu Zhao’s unusual behavior and suddenly let out a soft sigh.

Yu Zhao glanced at her curiously.

Zhou Jin Yue raised her head, gazing at the sky with a solemn and melancholic expression, looking deeply troubled.

Yu Zhao asked, “Senior Sister Zhou, is something worrying you?”

Zhou Jin Yue shook her head, remaining silent.

For some reason, the closer they got to the Dragon Roar Valley, the more uneasy she felt, as if something terrible was about to happen.

But as the team leader, she couldn’t allow her intuition alone to spread negativity among her team—it was a strict taboo in leadership. Still, the anxiety refused to leave her.

Though she appeared calm in front of her companions, now that she had relaxed, her true emotions inevitably showed on her face.

Yu Zhao thoughtfully touched her chin, her eyes glinting with an idea.

“Got it!” she murmured.

Zhou Jin Yue, still worried about the upcoming mission, suddenly felt something smooth and slick being thrust into her hands.

Startled, she looked down to find a dark, glossy Heavenly Divination Shell resting in her palm.

The shell was about the size of her hand, its surface black and unadorned, exuding a natural rustic charm. On instinct, she shook it lightly, and a crisp rattling sound echoed from within.

“Divination?” Zhou Jin Yue turned to Yu Zhao in confusion. None of the disciples from Lone Moon Peak were known to specialize in such techniques.

In the Five Elements Dao Sect, where diverse practices thrived, divination wasn’t uncommon, but most disciples only saw it as a supplementary skill. Rarely did anyone dedicate themselves entirely to it.

Yu Zhao explained, “Senior Sister, think about your question silently, then shake the shell. Repeat this six times.”

Zhou Jin Yue complied, closing her eyes and gently shaking the shell. The items inside clinked rhythmically.

Nearby, Zhang Jun and a few other familiar disciples overheard the sound and approached out of curiosity. Yu Zhao gestured for them to remain quiet, and Zhang Jun nodded in understanding.

After a while, the rattling stopped. Zhou Jin Yue opened her eyes and handed the shell back to Yu Zhao. “What happens next?”

Yu Zhao smiled mysteriously, placing her palm over the shell. A flow of intricate and obscure information surged into her sea of consciousness, momentarily dazing her.

When her awareness returned, she was met with two pairs of expectant and curious eyes. Yu Zhao chuckled softly.

“Is there a result?” Zhou Jin Yue asked eagerly.

Yu Zhao replied, “Senior Sister, your question was about our upcoming journey, wasn’t it?”

Her confident tone surprised Zhou Jin Yue, who immediately felt reassured. “That’s right.”

“Senior Sister, you can relax. There may be some minor obstacles, but overall, the trip will be smooth. Everyone will emerge unscathed in the end.”

As Yu Zhao finished, a series of sharp cracking sounds interrupted her.

Zhou Jin Yue lowered her gaze to find that the Heavenly Divination Shell in Yu Zhao’s hands had fractures running through its belly as if it had been scorched by intense fire. Its once-glossy surface had turned dim and charred.

It didn’t take her long to realize that using the shell for divination came with limitations. This confirmed that Yu Zhao’s words weren’t baseless.

“Junior Sister Yu, I was merely uneasy. There was no need for you to use such a precious artifact to divine for me,” Zhou Jin Yue said, touched yet guilty.

Divination had always been mysterious and entangled with karmic consequences. Those who cultivated it were often cursed with misfortune and untimely deaths. Unsurprisingly, the number of powerful diviners in the cultivation world could be counted on one hand, and they rarely divined for others.

Thus, it was clear how valuable the Heavenly Divination Shell was.

Feeling that her worry had wasted an irreplaceable opportunity, Zhou Jin Yue couldn’t help but feel heartache on Yu Zhao’s behalf.

But Yu Zhao remained indifferent.

“This shell, the Heavenly Divination Shell, originates from an ancient divination master. It contains a strand of his Dao intent, allowing three divinations without requiring cultivation in divination techniques. After that, its intent fades, and the shell is destroyed.”

In her previous life, the shell was unearthed fifty years later. Su Ming had accidentally discovered it among discarded items in his storage space, unaware of its true purpose.

At first glance, it resembled a decorative trinket, devoid of spiritual energy, impossible for even someone as powerful as Master Qing Yan to uncover its secrets.

That’s why Su Ming had traded it to Yu Zhao in exchange for twelve seemingly mundane treasures, unknowingly giving away a priceless artifact.

In the end, the Heavenly Divination Shell caused a storm in the cultivation world, with countless cultivators vying to claim it. For a time, disciples of the Five Elements Dao Sect dared not venture out alone, fearing ambush by desperate or deranged rivals.

Ultimately, only Master Qing Yan could quell the chaos.

Yet, to Yu Zhao, the so-called supreme treasure was nothing more than a convenient tool.

“Senior Sister, to me, our lives are far more valuable than any artifact.”

Zhou Jin Yue’s eyes filled with tears as she gripped Yu Zhao’s hand, ready to swear sisterhood on the spot.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jun sat awkwardly to the side, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Had Junior Sister Yu just omitted him completely from her consideration? Even though he was right there? Worse, she hadn’t even mentioned the other disciples.

Did this mean, in Yu Zhao’s eyes, none of them mattered as much as Senior Sister Zhou?

He could grudgingly accept this… but what about Senior Brother Fang or Senior Brother Lan? Didn’t she care about them either?

Zhang Jun stared at Yu Zhao, full of questions he dared not ask.

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