When Zhang San was being tormented by Er Ya to the point of wishing for death, someone would certainly ask: Is the Tianyuan Prison Suppression Tower really that powerful? Even a powerhouse who fought back and forth with the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s clone couldn’t withstand it?

Not quite.

It was merely taking advantage of someone in distress.

Zhang San had fought with the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s clone for a long time and even used self-damaging martial techniques. He was already extremely weak, which gave Dog Sheng the opportunity to seize him.

A person who plays mysterious.

Using a normal attitude to communicate, he might remain confused.

Therefore, Jun Changxiao had no choice but to throw Zhang San into the Tianyuan Prison Suppression Tower and hand him over to Er Ya for loving reformation.

Although extreme.

Although somewhat disrespectful to the elderly.

But the results were very satisfactory.

Zhang San originally had injuries, and after being reformed by the prison trio, his iron bones became soft as tender affection.

“Who are you?”

Jun Changxiao sat down, his ten fingers interlocked—a standard criminal interrogation posture.

“Zhang San!”

“You’ve seen me in the future?”

“Seen… seen you!”

“You traveled through time from the future?”

“No no… I just have the ability to perceive the future…”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao said, “According to this seat’s understanding, in the Upper Cosmos, the only one who can perceive the future seems to be Weibuzi. What’s your relationship with him?”

“…”

Zhang San fell into silence.

“Crack!”

Er Ya standing nearby swung her whip, striking the void.

Zhang San was so frightened his scalp exploded. He hastily said, “Weibuzi is my master!”

This answer rather surprised Jun Changxiao because in his speculation, this person might be Weibuzi. He didn’t expect it would be his disciple.

“Where is your master?”

“My master has already passed away.”

Zhang San’s gaze filled with sorrow—absolutely not something that could be acted out.

“Was he harmed?”

“Every time he pried into heavenly secrets, it consumed lifespan. My master… ultimately couldn’t escape the Heavenly Dao’s punishment.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao fell silent.

He had previously heard that fortune tellers had short lives—after all, they were either divulging heavenly secrets or on the road to divulging heavenly secrets.

“Sect Master Jun.” Zhang San struggled to raise his head, his somewhat twisted face showing gravity. “I’m a good person, not a bad person!”

“Good people and bad people aren’t determined just by words.”

Jun Changxiao asked again, “You said earlier that Li Si is your friend? Who is he?”

He needed to understand whether the other party had accomplices.

“Li Si…”

Zhang San didn’t want to answer this question, but seeing Er Ya raise her whip again, he had to compromise. “Sect Master Jun should know him.”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao was somewhat surprised.

Zhang San said, “Li Si is someone who likes to tell stories.”

Hearing this, Jun Changxiao instantly recalled the storyteller that Gu Zhaoxi often mentioned back in the Upper Realm.

His own choice to travel the cosmos also benefited from that guy’s words.

One who divined.

One who told stories.

This Zhang San and Li Si truly were a perfect match.

“Where is he?”

“Li Si likes to travel the cosmos—who knows where he’s wandering now.”

“What about Wang Wu and Zhao Liu?”

“???”

Zhang San looked completely confused.

From his expression, Jun Changxiao confirmed there shouldn’t be any other accomplices, so he got to the point. “I have a disciple who once saw his own future in a cave.”

“I didn’t leave it behind!” Zhang San hastily denied.

Dog Sheng already knew about Ye Xingchen’s past affairs, so he naturally knew it was left by the Night King. He said seriously, “This seat isn’t concerned with who left it, but whether the future can be changed.”

Hearing this, Zhang San’s face showed great shock. “Sect Master Jun wants to defy heaven and change fate!?”

Everyone’s future had long been planned by the Heavenly Dao. Although it could be known in advance through certain means, wanting to change it meant defying heaven and altering fate.

“My fate is mine to control, not heaven’s.”

Jun Changxiao said lightly, “Why can’t it be changed?”

“…”

The corners of Zhang San’s mouth twitched violently.

Following his master Weibuzi in cultivating the path of divination, he had been repeatedly admonished that everything in the future was already predetermined. Anyone within the Six Paths couldn’t forcibly alter it, or they would inevitably suffer heavenly punishment.

Heavenly punishment?

He had only seen the future, not the past.

Looking at Jun Changxiao’s entire journey, it could be completely summarized as “defying heaven while proceeding.”

As for heavenly punishment.

He had experienced the Plane Battlefield multiple times and even experienced whole-sect smuggling—he absolutely had extremely rich clinical experience.

“Sect Master Jun.”

Zhang San said earnestly, “In the Upper Cosmos, whether grass, trees, mountains, stones, or myriad beings, from the moment of birth their fates have already been arranged. If you insist on forcibly changing them, you’ll only become intolerable to the Heavenly Dao.”

“You mean it can’t be changed?”

“All things have their predetermined course—one cannot force it.”

“Er Ya.”

Jun Changxiao turned around, hands behind his back. “Give him a bit more care.”

“Yes!”

Er Ya raised the Soul-Suppressing Whip.

“Don’t don’t don’t!” Zhang San immediately panicked and frantically stimulated his brain to operate. Only when he thought of something did he loudly say, “If Sect Master Jun can transcend the mortal and enter the sacred, naturally he won’t be affected by the Heavenly Dao and can freely change others’ fates!”

“Be more specific.”

“…”

After brief consideration, Zhang San said, “My master said before his death that the former mythical figure combined martial path, sword path, array path, medical path, alchemy path, talisman path, and divination path, truly achieving mastery in all seven paths, hence named Seven Mysteries.”

“That exaggerated?” Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened.

As a professional who had been cheating for decades, although he cultivated both sword and martial arts, medicine and alchemy were merely superficial knowledge at best. Yet the Seven Mysteries Saint had mastered seven paths—truly too fierce.

“Otherwise how could he be called a myth?”

“What necessary connection is there between Seven Mysteries Senior and changing the future?”

“There is!”

Zhang San said gravely, “My master once said that before Seven Mysteries Senior entered the Land of Eternal Life, he left behind a Divination Heavenly Scripture. If one is fortunate enough to find it, one can ignore the Heavenly Dao and forcibly change the past and future.”

Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened.

Modifying the future, he could understand.

Modifying the past—that was a bit too exaggerated!

This Seven Mysteries Saint truly was a supreme great being. He didn’t know if in his lifetime he could meet him and ask righteously, “Senior, does your leg need an accessory? The very professional kind.”

“Where is the Divination Heavenly Scripture?” Jun Changxiao asked.

Zhang San said bitterly, “Seven Mysteries Senior went to the Land of Eternal Life long ago. Where this book is located remains a mystery to this day—it might not even exist.”

“So.”

Jun Changxiao said with a stern face, “You talked for so long but said nothing?”

“No no no!”

Zhang San said, “This is the only method I can currently think of, and the only way to change someone else’s future fate!”

“…”

Jun Changxiao fell into contemplation.

He didn’t order Er Ya to continue caring for Zhang San, nor did he plan to release him. Instead, he returned to his study and sat down, rubbing his temples. “The Divination Heavenly Scripture—where to start looking?”

“Don’t ask.”

The System said, “If you ask, the answer is refresh the shop.”

“The other two Supreme-grade Secret Realms are still gathering dust in the shopping cart.”

Jun Changxiao said irritably, “Even if you refresh something that can change past and future fates, do you think I have the financial capacity to buy it?”

“At least it’s more reliable than searching blindly.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao calmed down, tapping his fingers on the table. His eyes gradually brightened as his imagination ran wild. “I cultivate both sword and martial arts, with involvement in medicine and alchemy—could I be the Seven Mysteries Saint who traveled back from the future!”

“Who has yellow urine!”

The System shouted loudly at readers outside the screen.