Chapter 944 Trapped
Everyone's gaze towards the fortune-teller changed!
They didn't expect this fortune-teller to be so formidable, able to predict even this. It seemed the wet market was truly a place where dragons and tigers hid.
Initially, many had believed the fortune-teller to be a charlatan, a big swindler. But to their surprise, his predictions were so accurate!
"Chen Xuan, this fellow seems quite capable," Su Yunxi couldn't help but frown.
Chen Xuan smiled slightly, not saying anything, but...
This fortune-teller truly had some skills.
This also validated Chen Xuan's suspicions, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.
"Boy, do you submit or not? Want to concede voluntarily?" the fortune-teller asked Chen Xuan mockingly, as if expecting him to give up.
"Continue!" Chen Xuan said dismissively.
The fortune-teller, seemingly knowing Chen Xuan wouldn't easily concede, said, "Then continue finding someone!"
Boy, if your father knew you wanted to be my disciple, your father would lose to me this time!
Thus, Chen Xuan shifted his gaze to the surrounding crowd.
"Me, me, me!"
"Calculate for me!"
Seeing Chen Xuan look over, many people extended their arms. They all believed the fortune-teller was a master of great skill and wanted him to tell their fortunes.
The fortune-teller remained calm as the crowd's enthusiasm grew.
Chen Xuan casually picked a few people for the fortune-teller to read, and without exception, the fortune-teller accurately predicted their situations and helped them resolve their difficulties.
This time, everyone looked at the fortune-teller with eyes full of admiration.
This old man was an unparalleled master!
Chen Xuan's brows, however, furrowed, and his expression became solemn.
He absolutely did not expect the fortune-teller to be so powerful.
"Chen Xuan, what do we do?" Su Yunxi tugged at Chen Xuan's arm.
Chen Xuan shook his head.
He didn't have any good ideas at the moment.
"Boy, are you going to concede?"
The fortune-teller looked at Chen Xuan with a smile and said, "This old man doesn't have other skills, but my fortune-telling is extraordinary. If you become my disciple, you won't be at a disadvantage!"
Chen Xuan frowned.
He naturally didn't want to concede.
This fellow was so eager for him to become his disciple; it was likely not that simple.
But what should he do?
Just then, Chen Xuan's gaze fell upon a gaudily dressed "woman" in the crowd, and an idea struck him.
He had a way!
"Boy, have you considered it? Are you planning to become my disciple? If you do, you'll be my first disciple, and your future will be boundless!" The fortune-teller had a look of absolute confidence.
His words were like a pyramid scheme.
Chen Xuan feigned helplessness and deliberately showed weakness, saying, "One more time. If you predict correctly again, I'll become your disciple!"
Upon hearing this, the fortune-teller's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed, "Good! Hurry and find someone!"
His eyes were filled with eagerness.
Chen Xuan shifted his gaze back to the crowd.
"Me!"
"Tell my fortune!"
"Handsome, if you let the old immortal tell my fortune, I'll treat you to a meal! A movie is fine too!"
The onlookers had also heard Chen Xuan and the fortune-teller's conversation. This was the last chance, and they waved their arms vigorously. Especially one extremely ugly woman, who even winked at Chen Xuan, seemingly trying to catch his attention.
This made Chen Xuan feel a wave of nausea.
Chen Xuan quickly averted his gaze, lest he vomit his dinner.
At this moment, Chen Xuan noticed the "woman" he had selected earlier in the crowd was also waving her arm. However, her figure wasn't particularly tall, and she wasn't very noticeable in the crowd.
He raised his hand and pointed, "You!"
Someone next to that "woman" shouted excitedly, "Heaven bless me! I'm so lucky today!"
Chen Xuan shook his head, "Not you, it's the person next to you!"
That person wilted instantly, like a beaten eggplant.
The "woman" was first startled, then a look of intense excitement washed over her face, "My heavens, is it really me?"
Amidst the envious gazes of others, the "woman" walked forward, looking nervously at the fortune-teller.
The fortune-teller asked, "What do you wish to know?"
"I want to know when I'll meet my destined love!"
The "woman" blushed as she spoke, appearing extremely shy.
"So it's about this, quite simple!"
The fortune-teller chuckled, exuding extreme confidence.
He glanced at the "woman," counted on his fingers, and appeared to be contemplating deeply. After a moment, it seemed he had figured it out.
As he was about to speak, he looked at Chen Xuan and sneered, "Boy, if I predict correctly this time, you'll become my disciple!"
Chen Xuan smiled slightly and said, "Then go ahead and predict."
Seeing Chen Xuan's confident smile, the fortune-teller felt something was amiss. He then asked the "woman" a few more questions, and after some deliberation, confirmed that his deductions were correct before he relaxed.
"Heh, you're just playing psychological warfare with me!"
The fortune-teller was certain that Chen Xuan was trying to play mind games with him.
Chen Xuan shrugged, "Then say it."
"Today, I'll make you understand your defeat clearly!"
After saying this, the fortune-teller turned to the "woman."
"Chen Xuan..."
Su Yunxi nervously clutched Chen Xuan's arm, her anxiety palpable.
For some reason, Chen Xuan also felt a touch of nervousness. Although he was confident the fortune-teller would fall into his prepared trap, he worried that the fortune-teller might be too incredibly powerful and see through everything.
After all, the practice earlier had proven that this fortune-teller was truly amazing at fortune-telling.
However, the reality was that the fortune-teller had indeed stepped into the trap, and sunk in up to his knees!
The fortune-teller confidently said, "Miss, I count on my fingers, and if I'm not mistaken, I predict your destined husband will meet you in a month's time."
"Your destined husband is among your colleagues, and you will even have twins a year later!"
Upon hearing this, the "woman's" face instantly turned red, and her eyes held a hint of anger.
Chen Xuan stifled his laughter.
Haha, you old fool, you finally fell into the trap!
The fortune-teller was taken aback, thinking the "woman" was shy. He continued to speak eloquently, saying, "You have a face full of fortune and prosperity. Your future will be peaceful and happy, and you will be greatly wealthy!"
As he spoke, he raised his chin.
See? I'm amazing at predicting. I've not only predicted your future husband but also that you'll have twins!
Hearing this, Chen Xuan could no longer hold back and burst out laughing, "Hahaha!"
The fortune-teller glared, "Boy, what are you laughing at? Didn't your father teach you to respect people?"
"I'm laughing at your worthless prediction," Chen Xuan said with a laugh.
"Worthless prediction? You'll find out soon enough!"
The fortune-teller sneered, then turned to the "woman" and asked, "Miss, am I right?"
But then—
"Slap!"
The "woman" slapped the fortune-teller hard across the face and yelled, "You're full of crap!"
With that, the "woman," filled with shame, turned and disappeared into the crowd.
The fortune-teller's heart sank, and he inwardly cried out.
It's over, I've been tricked by this kid!