Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

The Grand Diviner was a middle-aged man with a tall, slender build and long, flowing white hair that cascaded down his back like a waterfall of silk. His refined face, with its high cheekbones and elegant features, exuded an air of wisdom and authority. His deep-set, wise eyes seemed to see through the very fabric of reality, speaking of his years of experience in divination and his unparalleled understanding of the secrets hidden within the cosmos.

Grand Diviner Xiong had dedicated his life to the pursuit of knowledge and the mastery of the esoteric arts, honing his skills as a diviner to the point where he could accurately predict events years before they unfolded. His keen intellect, coupled with his unyielding determination, had allowed him to ascend to the pinnacle of his profession. As a result, he had become a figure of great reverence within the Divine Mountain Sect and beyond; his name was synonymous with wisdom and foresight.

Despite his many accomplishments, in the eyes of people, Grand Diviner Xiong remained humble and grounded, always seeking to better himself and further his understanding of the universe. His dedication to his craft and his ceaseless quest for knowledge had earned him the respect and admiration of his peers, and his reputation as a wise and benevolent figure was well-deserved.

A few years ago, the grand diviner felt a surge of fortune. He sensed a massive amount of fortune and karma from the world flowing towards the north. He grew curious but was unable to pinpoint the source of the fortune. He did, however, determine that the fortune and karma were primarily flowing towards Yin Country.

Seeing this massive amount of fortune, greed awakened in his heart, and he decided to steal the fortune from its owner. With this much fortune, he was confident that he would be able to receive the baptism of laws and transcend the immortal realm, becoming a transcendent. The problem was that he was unsure about the location of the owner of the fortune. So, the grand diviner started a rumor – a rumor of a venerate leaving all his treasures in Yin. He was certain that with so many cultivators flocking to Yin, he would be able to discover the identity of the fortune's owner.

After a few years, the grand diviner learned the name of a prodigal child in Yin Country, who was called Han Cai. Upon hearing about the achievements of this child, he was convinced that Han Cai was the owner of the massive amount of fortune. The grand diviner began devising a plan to deceive this child and rob him of all the worldly fortune.

Nestled within the heart of the Divine Mountain Sect, the cultivation chamber of Grand Diviner Xiong was a sanctuary for him to delve deep into the mysteries of the universe. The chamber was dimly lit, filled with the soft, flickering glow of candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. A heavy silence hung in the air, an atmosphere of profound contemplation that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the cosmos. The walls of the chamber were adorned with intricate murals depicting divine beings, celestial beasts, and ancient symbols that bore witness to the sect's long and storied history, as well as the vast knowledge that had been amassed by previous generations of cultivators.

In general, within this sacred space, Grand Diviner Xiong would be absorbed in his cultivation, his mind traversing the depths of reality in an attempt to decipher the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. His body would remain motionless, his breathing steady and measured, as he allowed his consciousness to extend beyond the physical realm. As he explored the vast expanse of the universe, he sought to unravel the threads of fate and discern the patterns that governed the world.

However, at this moment, Grand Diviner Xiong's normally calm and composed visage was marred by perspiration and a contorted expression of annoyance. For months, something had been plaguing his mind, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness and disrupting his cultivation. Despite his vast knowledge and unparalleled skills in divination, he had been unable to pinpoint the source of his unease, and the growing frustration had begun to take its toll on his mental state.

The once serene atmosphere of the cultivation chamber had been disrupted by this unseen force, leaving Grand Diviner Xiong restless and on edge. The weight of his concerns bore down on him, threatening to overwhelm him as he searched tirelessly for a solution. The chamber, which had once been a refuge for him, now seemed to close in around him as the suffocating presence of the unknown loomed ever heavier in his mind.

Desperate to regain his peace and unravel the mystery that haunts him, Grand Diviner Xiong redoubled his efforts, channeling every ounce of his formidable willpower into his cultivation. He knew that he must persevere and overcome this obstacle if he was to continue on his path and maintain his position as the foremost diviner in the land. As the shadows lengthened and the candles burned low, Grand Diviner Xiong continued his tireless vigil, refusing to let the darkness that encroached upon him claim victory.

The haunting face of the creature first appeared to Grand Diviner Xiong several months ago during a particularly deep and profound cultivation session.

It was a face that burned itself into his memory, refusing to release its grip on his consciousness. The face was incredibly striking, with a stark white complexion that stood out in stark contrast to the sunken, hollow eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul.

The eyes were a piercing, unnatural shade of yellow, adding an otherworldly and terrifying aura to the face. Dark black circles surrounded the eyes, serving only to enhance the sense of menace that radiated from the unsettling gaze.

The gaunt, skeletal facial features were accentuated by thin, arched eyebrows and prominent high cheekbones, giving the face an eerie, ghastly appearance. The mouth was another unnerving aspect of the face, marked by a sinister, wide grin that revealed rows of sharp, discolored teeth. Often, the mouth was smeared with blood, further heightening the overall horror of the creature's visage.

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