Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1259 - 374: Saint’s Schemes (Part 3)

"Back when you met me and gave me Fire Copper, how could this fateful encounter not be a destiny that the Saint had long planned?"

Chen Yan’s body trembled!

He himself was a cultivator and understood how to read destiny.

But... could it be, as Zhou Qingning said, that all these matters had been calculated by the Saint long ago, that they had foreseen it already?

Had they foreseen destiny and used the momentum to guide events?

Meeting Zhou Qingning was not a coincidence?

Just now, what did the Saintess Ghost say...?

Not a waste of all the effort I put in!

Was all the effort placed on me?

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Zhou Qingning no longer spoke and instead presented the tea beside Chen Yan’s chair and then turned to leave.

In the hall, only the Saintess Ghost and Chen Yan were left alone.

Chen Yan gazed at the teacup in front of him, lost in thought.

The tea consisted of leaves he had placed here himself, although it was considered good tea, it was merely mundane in this world.

The teacup and saucer were also things he had purchased casually when buying furniture.

Suddenly, Chen Yan squeezed out a quirky bitter smile and looked at the Saintess Ghost, pointing to the teacup before him with his hand: "I’m curious... had you calculated all of this too? Had you foreseen that there would be a day, a moment, when I would sit in front of you, talking and drinking tea with you?

Was this scene, as it is now, something you had predicted already?"

The Saintess Ghost sighed softly, her face turned solemn, and she spoke in a low voice: "Heavenly fate is hard to measure. Even if one possesses supreme divine techniques to fathom destiny, in the end, they catch only a fleeting glimpse.

I did calculate some things, saw some things, but never knew everything completely. There were always some layouts and stratagems that led to today’s situation.

However, to say everything is perfect is naturally impossible. There will always be some variables that cause affairs to have twists and surprises."

Chen Yan smiled bitterly: "So before destiny, even a Saint is not omnipotent."

"Certainly not." The Saintess Ghost said solemnly: "The term ’Saint’ is essentially vain. Saint above, humans below. Every creature in the world is under heavenly fate. Saint Venerable is just like that."

Chen Yan picked up the teacup, sipped lightly, gazed at the bowl, and then suddenly splashed this cup of tea onto the ground before him.

He stood up and pointed to the puddle on the ground:

"I once read a book that contained a very interesting metaphor.

It said this torrent of destiny is like a great river, always flowing forward.

All of us are like fish in the water of this river, only able to be carried forward without knowing where we will end up.

Sometimes, very rarely, there will be one or two very strong ones among them, outstanding fish, who can leap mightily from the water, catching a glimpse of the world above the water.

A fleeting glance, allowing them to see where this great river ultimately flows.

Though it’s just a quick glimpse, what they see is really limited, perhaps only a corner of the river’s flow, a small part.

But being able to achieve this is already unmatched by other fish.

I originally thought that we cultivators, examining life charts and destinies, are like these strong fish.

Yet, I thought you, Saints, perhaps should be even more formidable."

The Saintess Ghost seemed to chuckle at his words: "What do you think a Saint should be?"

Chen Yan speculated: "Should be... someone on the riverbank? Able to overlook the direction of the river, see everything clearly and thoroughly?"

The Saintess Ghost laughed again, yet this time her smile carried a touch of mockery—not aimed at Chen Yan, but as if carrying some inexplicable taunt.

"Chen Yan, you’re mistaken again.

Saints are simply fish in the river, though stronger fish.

Ordinary strong fish can only leap out of the water once.

Saintfish can leap out of the water a few more times.

But ultimately, Saints are just fish."

Suddenly, a thought surged in Chen Yan’s mind, and he impulsively asked, "Then, is there an existence that can stand on the bank?"

"..."

The Saintess Ghost glanced at Chen Yan, and after a few moments of silence, she spoke quietly: "...There is."

Chen Yan’s gaze tightened: "Who is it? What existence is above the Saint?"

The Saintess Ghost laughed: "Above the Saint, who else could there be?"

Chen Yan frowned, momentarily unable to grasp the meaning behind her words.

Nevertheless, the Saintess Ghost did not elaborate further and slowly stood up.

"Chen Yan, what do you desire?"

Chen Yan’s expression became serious and he spoke slowly: "I seek nothing else, I only desire Lu Sisi!"

The Saintess Ghost shook her head: "Beset by love. You are enamored with my reincarnation."

"Are Saints emotionless? Or do they disdain human emotions and warmth?"

"It’s not that I am emotionless, it’s simply that Saints are also driven by..." The Saintess Ghost frowned, then sighed: "So, this is why you attempt to prevent me from Tribulation Crossing.

You don’t want Lu Sisi to disappear, is that it?"

"Yes!" Chen Yan exclaimed loudly: "I only want Lu Sisi!"

The Saintess Ghost shook her head again: "I am a Saint Venerable. If you were to ask, for the final cultivation technique, the profound mysteries, even the path to Heavenly Dao, secrets of the heavens, the celestial path of cultivation, I might be able to guide you.

Yet, you only wish for a single woman?"

Without hesitation, Chen Yan nodded and said: "Yes!"

After a slight pause, he spoke calmly: "Everything else you mentioned is certainly good, but if I wish to have them, I can pursue them myself. However, Lu Sisi, she is the only one!"

The Saintess Ghost furrowed her brows and stared at Chen Yan.

Her gaze became increasingly complex, her look increasingly meaningful.