Mu Changqing's eyes revealed interest in the bald man as he paced around him, deep in thought.
A descendant who could foresee the present and the future was even more interesting than an ordinary Son of Destiny.
Mu Changqing weighed whether it was better to kill him and end it all, or to keep him alive.
After all, such an interesting Son of Destiny was rare.
As Mu Changqing pondered, the bald man's face turned pale with panic and fear. He quickly kowtowed repeatedly to Mu Changqing, crying out.
"My lord, please don't kill me. I'll do anything for you, be it a horse or a beast of burden. I won't be a threat to you in the future. Keeping me alive might even be useful."
He could sense Mu Changqing's killing intent, which was almost unfathomable. Just moments ago, the bald man had discovered that his future was shrouded in chaos.
This meant he had lost his future and would die today.
Mu Changqing's brow twitched slightly as he mused inwardly.
"This fellow is too interesting. He appears simple and honest on the surface, but in reality, he is meticulous, can read minds, and can foresee futures related to himself."
"Alright, I won't kill you. Come with me. Remember, your little tricks are useless before me. If you dare to harbor any ill intentions, you know what your fate will be."
Mu Changqing finally decided to bring him along. At the very least… it would be interesting.
"Thank you, my lord. Thank you, my lord."
The bald man wept with joy and quickly kowtowed in gratitude.
His back was soaked in sweat, though Mu Changqing had not said much.
Yet, his incredibly sharp senses told him that if Mu Changqing wanted him dead, he would surely perish.
The bald man found it hard to comprehend what kind of existence Mu Changqing was.
He had once chanced upon an Immortal King, yet in the future, he could trample even that being under his feet.
But Mu Changqing's future was a complete mystery, unknowable.
This meant that facing Mu Changqing, he was undeniably doomed.
"Get up. Tell me about yourself."
Mu Changqing gestured for the bald man to stand and began to speak.
The bald man cautiously stood up, wiped the beast's blood from the corner of his mouth, and said obsequiously.
"My name is Yuan Datou. I was orphaned from birth and grew up eating scraps from various households."
"From as far back as I can remember, I discovered I possessed this special ability, which made it easy for me to know who harbored ill intentions towards me and who was kind. I could also discern the difference in strength between myself and others."
Mu Changqing chuckled faintly upon hearing this, his interest piqued.
"So, you must have tricked quite a few cultivators to their deaths over the years."
Yuan Datou scratched his head and said with a simple laugh.
"How is that tricking? I just wanted to survive."
Mu Changqing did not care. Race, good or bad, made no difference in his eyes.
What mattered to him was whether something was useful and whether it interested him.
"What else? Continue."
"As my cultivation grew stronger, I found this special ability becoming more and more formidable. Initially, it was just a vague sense. Now, if the other party's strength is comparable to mine, I can foresee futures related to myself."
Mu Changqing was slightly taken aback. This guy's talent was indeed terrifying, outrageously so.
The ability to sense good and ill intentions, to perceive an opponent's strength, and to foresee the future – it was truly outlandish.
Although for a being of his caliber, these things were utterly meaningless.
But for beings born later, this was a heaven-defying cheat.
"Anything else? What about your physique?"
Yuan Datou scratched his head and said ingratiatingly.
"It seems I'm naturally unable to cultivate, but I can strengthen myself by 'eating' others' power."
Mu Changqing heard this and placed his right hand on Yuan Datou's bald head.
Yuan Datou felt the coolness emanating from Mu Changqing's palm and was startled, but still dared not retreat or dodge.
Immediately, a wisp of purple Nether Flame emerged from Mu Changqing's right hand, enveloping his body.
A moment later, Mu Changqing withdrew his hand, his brow furrowed slightly.
"A strange physique. Clearly a later-born being, yet without cultivation meridians. Even its bodily structure is entirely different from later-born beings. It's more like… a congenital being, existing in a state of chaos, capable of containing all things."
Mu Changqing shook his head, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
This was because Yuan Datou's bodily structure differed from congenital beings. Congenital beings were naturally beyond the Great Dao.
Whereas Yuan Datou could only rely on devouring others' power to strengthen his own physical body.
Currently, he had no cultivation at all, yet his physical strength rivaled that of a Spirit Transformation cultivator. It was extremely bizarre.
"As expected of a Son of Destiny. Interesting."
Mu Changqing sighed softly, marveling at the miraculous and peculiar nature of later-born beings.
"Anything you want to confess? Once you follow me, all your past will be severed."
Mu Changqing was in an exceptionally good mood today, simply because he had discovered such an interesting later-born being in Yuan Datou.
Thus, he uncharacteristically asked an extra question.
Yuan Datou showed a conflicted expression, and after a moment, he tentatively said.
"My lord, I like Cuihua from the next village. Can you help me propose? I... Ah!"
With a bang, Mu Changqing kicked Yuan Datou into the mountainside.
Then, ignoring his screams, he grabbed him by his bald head and vanished from the spot.
Not long after, Mu Changqing reappeared in the small courtyard.
Beside him was a bruised and swollen bald man.
Mu Changqing disdainfully gestured for him to put on his shirt, telling him not to act like a ruffian all day.
Yuan Datou rubbed his large head with distress and said.
"My lord, I don't have any clothes. I spent the night at Cuihua's place last night and left them there."
Bang bang bang!
Finally, Mu Changqing's mind stirred, and he conjured a shirt from afar, tossing it to Yuan Datou.
The old Daoist priest looked at the honest and simple bald man with surprise, telepathically asking.
"Zang Di, where did you capture this treasure from? What, is it boring here, so you're amusing yourself with him?"
As he spoke, the old Daoist priest's face showed a slightly lewd smile.
Mu Changqing's expression darkened slightly. He sent a palm strike from afar, sending the old Daoist priest flying for ten thousand miles.
A moment later, the old Daoist priest reappeared in the courtyard with a fawning smile, no longer daring to provoke Mu Changqing.
Zhang Fanchen watched this scene, accustomed to it.
The old Daoist priest often spoke carelessly and was beaten by Mu Changqing.
Yuan Datou, however, stood frozen in place, trembling with fear inwardly.
With a casual palm strike from Mu Changqing, he felt as if the heavens and earth were collapsing and the sun and moon were dimming.
What kind of power could reach such a level?
At this moment, he inwardly affirmed that he had to latch onto a powerful figure.
The old Daoist priest also shocked and terrified him. After enduring such a terrifying palm strike, he seemed no different.
So, he secretly sensed the old Daoist priest and then stumbled back several steps in horror.
He too was a chaotic void, not to be provoked.
The old Daoist priest looked at Yuan Datou with surprise, naturally sensing Yuan Datou's small action just now.
"What an interesting little fellow. Zang Di, you're not thinking of taking him as a disciple, are you?"
"Is he worthy?"
Mu Changqing paid no heed to the old Daoist priest, sitting in a lounge chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun, though it was of little use.
Yuan Datou naturally didn't care about Mu Changqing's disdain. He was fortunate not to be dead, what more could he ask for?
Then, his gaze fell upon the white-robed youth.
He tried to perceive the future with his mind and then became dejected.
In the future, he would be trampled under the youth's feet.