Chapter 914: The Unfathomable Fate

Let’s return to Yi Feng.

Having made sufficient "preparations," he stayed at Feng Qianyue's place, entering a state of waiting for death.

Lazily reclining on a lounge chair, basking in the sunlight, he held grapes in his left hand and a peach in his right, chewing leisurely while humming a tune.

Living idly and waiting for death—this was as good as it gets!

Beside him, Feng Qianyue, who was sitting cross-legged, no longer urged him with words.

However, she couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

With only a few days left before the Death Inheritance trial, how could Yi Feng remain so relaxed?

Normally, people would try to improve themselves as much as possible during this time, but this guy was acting like he was on vacation.

Wasn’t he the least bit worried about failing and perishing in the trial?

Feng Qianyue was somewhat anxious.

But given her position, she didn’t have the right to lecture Yi Feng.

All she could do was wait and leave it to fate.

"Ah, I’m bored. I’m going for a walk on the street. Do you want to come?" Yi Feng lazily sat up from the lounge chair, tossing the last grape into his mouth, and asked Feng Qianyue.

"Sorry, sir. Qianyue has some matters to attend to later, so I won’t accompany you," Feng Qianyue replied with her head lowered.

"Alright, I’ll just take a stroll on the street and be back soon."

Stretching, Yi Feng lazily walked toward the street.

The sunlight was just right.

A warm breeze blew.

The street was bustling with the sounds of vendors hawking their goods.

Nearby, a tall tree shaded most of the sunlight at the corner of the street, with only scattered rays filtering through the gaps in the leaves, creating a halo of light when viewed head-on.

Under the tree.

A layer of fallen leaves emitted a faint, decaying smell, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

A stone table was placed beneath the tree.

Beside the table sat an old man fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, studying an unfinished game of chess on the table.

As Yi Feng lazily passed by, he noticed this scene and immediately became intrigued.

"Old man, you should move your piece like this," Yi Feng said as he approached.

"Hehe."

The old man looked up and chuckled, waving his fan. His attention shifted entirely from the chessboard as he smiled at Yi Feng. "Young man, you’ve finally arrived."

"Oh, did you know I was coming?"

Yi Feng gave him a puzzled look and couldn’t help but ask.

The old man smiled but didn’t answer. Instead, he gestured and said, "Young man, sit down. How about playing a game with this old man?"

"Sure."

Yi Feng didn’t think much of it and sat down. He was bored anyway.

When you’re eagerly anticipating a certain day, time seems to drag on.

The old man gave Yi Feng a meaningful look and then placed his piece on the board.

Yi Feng, looking relaxed, followed suit.

Soon.

As time passed, the two engaged in a fierce back-and-forth on the chessboard.

But throughout the game, the old man maintained a relaxed expression.

As if everything was under his control.

"Recently, I heard that the Death Inheritance trial on Fengyue Island is about to begin again…"

While playing, the old man casually remarked with a meaningful smile.

"Oh, yes."

Yi Feng nodded.

After speaking, he placed a piece on the board.

The moment this piece was placed, the old man’s previously relaxed expression suddenly changed.

He straightened up, his face turning serious.

His entire focus was now on the chessboard, but as he held a piece, he found himself unable to make a move.

It was only then that he realized he had already been trapped in Yi Feng’s encirclement.

No matter where he moved, it would lead to his defeat.

Seeing that he had no way out, the old man’s face turned red and then pale.

"Old man, stop playing. You’ve lost."

Yi Feng yawned.

It was too boring.

There was no challenge at all.

"Hehe."

"Lost is lost," the old man shamelessly pushed the pieces aside and said, "I lost, I lost. Let’s stop playing and talk about something serious."

"Something serious?"

Yi Feng blinked, feeling confused.

This old man always seemed to say strange things to him.

"Hehe, young man, you’re the one taking the Death Inheritance trial, aren’t you?"

The old man chuckled.

"Yes, it’s me."

Yi Feng didn’t hide it. So that’s what this was about.

"Good lad, it really is you." The old man excitedly patted Yi Feng’s shoulder and praised, "When I heard a few days ago that someone was going to take the Death Inheritance trial, I secretly kept an eye on you. I must say, people with your kind of courage are rare. Very impressive."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Yi Feng thanked him politely.

If it weren’t for the system pushing him to seek death, only an idiot would willingly take on such a trial.

"Of course, what excites me the most isn’t your courage to face the Death Inheritance trial. After all, throughout history, countless people have dared to take it, but none have ever caught my eye."

"What truly excites me is the uncertainty surrounding you."

"Uncertainty?"

Yi Feng blinked.

"Because I can’t see your fate," the old man said solemnly.

"Fate?"

Yi Feng smirked. "Old man, are you some kind of fortune teller?"

"Heh, young man, I’m not boasting, but I can clearly see the fate of every person who passes by on this street."

"When they are born, when they will die—I know it all."

"Even their future path, their future achievements…"

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand in front of Yi Feng.

Suddenly.

Yi Feng saw a different world.

He noticed that a black-clad swordsman passing by had a dark haze hovering above his head.

A little girl nearby had a red glow above hers.

Of course, most people’s auras were relatively normal.

"That swordsman you see won’t live past three days. He’s doomed, and no one can save him. That’s his fate!"

"And that little girl beside him has a limitless future."

The old man explained at the right moment.

Yi Feng was quite surprised.

He had thought the old man was just a charlatan, but it turned out he was a true master.

"But your fate, I can’t see through it!"

The old man raised his head and spoke again.

"And for someone with an unfathomable fate like yours, you might live an ordinary life, or you might achieve something unimaginable."

"That’s why people like you often have the highest potential."

"That’s what truly excites me."

Yi Feng chuckled to himself.

Of course, the old man couldn’t see through it.

After all, once I die, I’ll become immortal.

I have to admit, this old man has a good eye.