Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1471 - 441: Changing Fate

Chapter 441 [Altering Fate]

In such a remote and impoverished place, generally speaking, it doesn’t nurture any destiny of wealth and nobility.

Of course, there are always special exceptions.

Like in those times of utter destitution and famine, starting with just a bowl, eventually conquering a nation, and ascending the throne as an Emperor, such destinies do exist.

But, after all, they are extreme cases.

The few dead souls at the bottom of the well, when they were alive, were merely muddling through in such desolate places, wielding knives and swords, relying on brute force—mediocre at best, without much of a good fate.

Chen Yan at this moment took one look at these five guys, and the remnants of their luck left after death truly didn’t contain much of anything good.

There was no fortune to speak of, only a fair amount of Evil Blood luck—these types of thug characters often wield knives and swords to resolve disputes, no doubt shedding blood every few days.

There was some minor wealth luck, but not much, just a few slender threads.

What’s called minor wealth is naturally not gained through rightful means, either by misconduct or through robbery and gambling.

All five of them were idle vagabonds, and when their minor wealth luck was combined, it equated to a few pieces of silver.

Among the luck these guys left behind, the most considerable and worth mentioning was their longevity luck.

The longevity luck left by the five people, amassed together, was actually quite substantial.

Considering this, these five guys weren’t destined for short lives, but ended up being slain by Chen Yan today. It turns out Chen Yan was defying destiny.

He killed those who weren’t supposed to die.

In these five people’s destinies, the accumulated longevity luck was not insignificant. Chen Yan roughly estimated that this amount of lifespan, when converted into real life, would probably amount to about a hundred and eighty years.

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When Haid was repairing the car until late at night, his head full of greasy sweat, Chen Yan came over to call him. This guy’s face was a smudged mess, but when he lifted his face, his eyes, though weary, were bright.

Chen Yan handed his phone to Haid, and it displayed a message: "Come with me."

Haid dared not say much, dropped the tools in his hand, and dutifully followed Chen Yan to the back of the gas station.

As he passed the shed, he glanced inside, noticing that Ah Kui wasn’t there.

It wasn’t until they reached the dry well that they saw Ah Kui lying beside the wellhead.

Chen Yan beckoned to Haid and used a translation app on his phone to instruct Haid: "In a moment, sit here, and no matter what happens, do not move or speak."

Haid immediately nodded vigorously.

Chen Yan took back the phone, thought for a moment, and added: "Also, some strange things will happen. Whatever strange feelings you have, remember them well and tell me afterward."

Haid nodded again.

As the young man sat beside the wellhead and closed his eyes, Chen Yan’s expression grew solemn.

As he did during his epiphany earlier tonight, Chen Yan stared at the destiny lingering upward from the wellhead and slowly extended his hand.

Between his thumb and index finger, under the influence of some mysterious power, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi suddenly roared and converged from all around, gathering at his fingertips.

Chen Yan squinted his eyes!

His fingertips once again touched the luck of destiny!

The last time this happened, his emotions were too intense, his heart was pounding, and he didn’t have the time to feel it.

This time, he was calm and focused, feeling and comprehending it more deeply, realizing its differences.

In theory, luck and destiny of this world shouldn’t be something one can touch, but somehow, he had penetrated the Celestial Secret, controlling the world’s will, able to touch such an ethereal existence.

His fingertips seemed to feel nothing; physically and materially, they appeared to be touching only air.

Yet at this moment, Chen Yan felt an expansion at the level of his Divine Sense!

Just like someone, when suffering unbearable heat, suddenly touches an ice block, feeling an electrifying thrill—a pleasurable sense of thrill.

This pleasure came from his Divine Sense, as if touching something he had never encountered before.

In that instant, Chen Yan even felt his Divine Sense slightly swell.

No, not swelling.

It should be said...

Growth!

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This luck can nourish his Primordial Spirit and Divine Sense!

This discovery almost broke Chen Yan’s concentrated state.

However, the next moment, he immediately regained control of his mind, took a deep breath, and guided a strand of luck with his fingers, slowly pointing it toward Haid, who was sitting there.

This was a thread of "longevity."

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Haid sat there with his eyes tightly closed, his muscles tensed throughout his body.

He honestly didn’t know what this "sir" wanted him to do.

He felt both puzzled and frightened in his heart.

But he didn’t dare defy or ask.

After all... he wouldn’t kill him, right?

He had been so humble, respectful, and flattering toward him.

While these thoughts swirled in his mind, Haid suddenly shuddered!

He sensed a vague force slowly pressing onto every inch of his skin!

It felt as if he was being submerged in a body of water, being soaked.

This sensation of being "pressed" underwater made Haid’s body involuntarily tremble a few times.