Chapter 587: Why Wanli Came

Luoyan Prefecture.

“Strange, it should be somewhere around here, no mistake.”“But how could…”Han Yi’s brows furrowed as he flew around the area below for most of the day again. He still couldn't find the exact location of the fortuitous encounter he sensed.

“It definitely points here, but I can only pinpoint a general area. The moment I enter it, that feeling in my heart inexplicably vanishes.”“It’s as if something is intentionally interfering.”Han Yi’s heart was filled with both joy and worry at this moment. This had never happened to him before. According to the records in the *Heaven’s Will*, either the fortuitous encounter was too great, exceeding his current capacity and therefore a curse rather than a blessing, or the providence of this place was concealing its heavenly secrets to prevent outsiders from discovering it.

“I’ll have to go down and search myself. I’ll act as circumstances dictate; if it’s not feasible, I’ll give up. After all, preserving my life must be the top priority.” Han Yi pondered for a moment before immediately making his decision.

Having traveled far from Congyun Sea for a long time, he gradually calmed down. He felt that recently, he might have been influenced by the backlash of his luck, making decisions too impulsively. With his foundations from the *Heaven’s Will Scripture* and the Black Bird Feather, along with his knowledge of an undeveloped minor realm where a fated Black Bird had fallen, as long as he didn't perish prematurely, he could steadily progress to the Deity Transformation and Dao Integration realms. Even the realm of immortality wasn't out of reach. While the *Void Tribulation Primordial Scripture* was excellent, it was merely icing on the cake.

Upon realizing this, Han Yi’s mindset gradually became more peaceful. No longer obsessed with finding the fortuitous encounter, he simply adopted the philosophy of "what is destined to be yours will be, and what is not cannot be forced," and began to wander aimlessly.

This place was a small town inhabited by mortals, with no cultivators guarding it. Han Yi concealed his cultivation, disguised himself as a mortal, and mingled among them. However, a cultivator’s inherent aura was always difficult to hide, and Han Yi stood out among the mortals like a crane among chickens. Although they couldn't confirm if Han Yi was a true "immortal master," his distinguished aura clearly indicated he was either very wealthy or of noble birth. The mortals instinctively avoided him, making it difficult for Han Yi to blend in. His secret plan to search for the fortuitous encounter was thus prematurely ruined.

“I’ve heard that ancient cultivators refined their hearts and cultivated their nature. Despite having heaven-reaching cultivation, they could still live harmoniously among mortals without any flaw. I truly wonder how they achieved that.”Looking at the mortals in the town, who trembled with fear even before he spoke, they answered every question, no matter how detailed. But all their responses were utterly irrelevant. Trying to find the true fortuitous encounter among them was simply a fool’s dream. Han Yi couldn’t help but feel a little helpless.

“Fortuitous encounters are like this; if you deliberately pursue them, your efforts will only come to naught.”Unwilling to give up, he feigned leaving the town, changed his appearance, then returned and wandered around for several more days. All to no avail.

He had originally planned to try his luck in the areas surrounding the small town, but this time, the sensed location narrowed down again. The fortuitous encounter was right there in the town! This feeling of seeing it but not being able to grasp it left Han Yi so frustrated he felt like spitting blood. His emotions, which he had just managed to calm, were once again agitated. His composure began to give way to impatience. But the more anxious he became, the more elusive his goal seemed.

And so, he didn't know how long he stayed in the town, having traversed almost every inch of its ground. Still, he found nothing. Meanwhile, all the mortals in the town witnessed these events. They might not have been able to cultivate, but that didn't mean they were foolish. This cultivator had been lingering in the town for a long time, unwilling to leave, clearly searching for something. Thus, the news of "treasure in the town" spread like wildfire. Although no one, including Han Yi, knew what this treasure was, that didn't stop everyone in town from becoming suspicious and paranoid. Whether they discovered it themselves, secretly hid it, and then used the treasure to defy fate, or chose to turn it in for an immortal master’s reward, for the mortals in town, it was an opportunity to completely change their destiny. They rummaged through their homes, pulling out old and suspicious-looking items to examine them carefully.

The mortals’ minor actions in town naturally couldn't escape Han Yi’s discerning eyes. However, he didn't care in the slightest. How could mere mortals comprehend his methods? As long as the spiritual sensing of luck hadn't vanished, the fortuitous encounter remained in place. He only needed to monitor the entire town. If he detected an anomaly and the sensing disappeared, he would successfully pinpoint the fortuitous encounter!

Therefore, Han Yi simply took up residence in the town lord’s mansion. He stayed inside day and night, using his spiritual sense to monitor all mortals. Months passed in this manner. Still having found nothing, Han Yi finally decided to give up.

“It seems it was never meant for me after all.” Han Yi sighed inwardly, preparing to leave. Just then, he suddenly noticed that the spiritual sensing of luck, which hadn't changed for a long time, had stirred! Han Yi’s heart immediately quickened.“Who is it?”His spiritual sense swept across the entire town in an instant, and Han Yi discovered an old man in a straw rain cape, with a fish basket on his back, about to leave.

“It’s him?”Han Yi didn’t know the old man’s specific name. He only knew him as "Old Yu," an ordinary fisherman. Every day, he fished in a river east of the town and sold his catch in the marketplace. Being taciturn and not good at hawking his wares, his business was mediocre. His low prices barely allowed him to make a living. Han Yi had seen this man more than once, but he possessed nothing but the straw rain cape on his back. His home was utterly bare, showing no sign of any treasure.

“Could it be that he recently fished something out of the river?”A thought sparked in Han Yi’s mind; associating it with the fish basket on the old man’s back, he became increasingly certain of his conjecture. He rose abruptly, no longer caring about discretion, and sped directly after the fisherman heading out of town.

However, just as he excitedly rushed closer, intending to question the old man, the deeply wrinkled old man suddenly looked up and casually glanced in his direction. This single glance was like a bucket of ice water poured directly over Han Yi’s head. Han Yi’s hair stood on end, and he was struck with sudden alarm.“No!”

His spiritual intuition began issuing frantic warnings, and the auspicious sign of luck he had originally sensed transformed into an unimaginable disaster. He understood instantly. The fortuitous encounter here wasn't some treasure. This fisherman was no ordinary mortal. For unknown reasons, he was a true mighty being hidden in the mortal world. The fortuitous encounter was the man himself! He had originally stayed in the town, which was why the spiritual sensing of luck had consistently enveloped and pinpointed this small town. Han Yi, however, had failed to recognize the true dragon, repeatedly overlooking him. Now that the old man chose to leave, the sensing also changed accordingly! If he had impulsively angered this powerful being just now... In that instant, Han Yi, having understood everything, broke out in a cold sweat. His flying speed immediately slowed, and Han Yi decided not to take the risk; he would give up then and there.

“Whence do you come?” the fisherman suddenly asked at that moment.