“These people.” Seeing how all four young men were so eager to show off, Evan Yang finally understood, cursing inwardly.
Lynn Snowmoon also felt a bit of disgust, but didn’t say it outright. Still curious about Evan’s calm demeanor, she glanced at him before suggesting to everyone, "Why don’t we talk about the Hundred-Year Grand Festival?"
"I support that," Ghost‑Hand Wu immediately agreed.
The others quickly voiced their agreement as well.
"I suppose everyone here will be participating," Lynn Snowmoon knew these were all outstanding disciples from their sects—there’s no way they wouldn’t be involved.
Sure enough, the four all confirmed they had qualified straight into the contests—just in different events.
Only Evan Yang sat silently, eating. Having lost face to Evan earlier, Ghost‑Hand Wu wasn’t about to give up a chance to tease him, so he laughed and asked, "I wonder, Fellow Daoist Yang, are you participating?"
Evan was first surprised, then cursed inwardly, "What did I ever do to you guys?" He saw all four turn to him with the same expectant look, but Lynn quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Fellow Daoist Yang must have some extraordinary talent."
Seeing Lynn defend Evan, the four were clearly unhappy.
As the four looked ready to ‘riot,’ Lynn smiled and said, "How about we play a game?"
"A game?" The moment they heard ‘game,’ the four perked up, all eyes going to Lynn Snowmoon. Even Evan, curious why she kept treating him specially, turned to see what kind of game she had in mind.
Drawing everyone’s attention, Lynn announced, "Guessing game! You can bet, too!"
Hearing it was a guessing game with betting, the group wore smug smiles—clearly old hands at this. Only Evan, half-confused, asked, "So, Lynn, what exactly are we guessing?"
Lynn just smiled, said nothing, and had a table prepared. On it were five small ice blocks, similar to before but smaller, with open bottoms so items could be placed inside and sealed.
"Isn’t this just a kid’s game?" Evan wondered to himself, puzzled.
Lynn explained, "Soon I’ll put something in each of these five containers. All you have to do is guess what’s inside each one—whoever guesses the most correctly wins."
Evan tested them and found they really were like the previous ice blocks—divine sense couldn’t penetrate to see what was inside. How were they supposed to guess?
The four also checked and noticed the same issue, but it didn’t bother them. They seemed used to it, quickly showing off their skills. Everyone was in the same boat—no one feared being outdone; it all came down to luck.
Evan thought so, too, but when he saw the others pull out different probing treasures to check the containers, he finally understood why they looked so confident—they all carried special tools for this kind of thing.
These treasures weren’t especially powerful, but could at least reveal rough shapes. Those with higher cultivation could see through the containers better.
"Doesn’t this count as cheating?" Evan thought helplessly.
"Brother Yang, want me to lend you one?" Ghost‑Hand Wu saw Evan still sitting there, watching them, and sneered.
The others also offered to lend Evan a treasure. Evan wouldn’t dare accept such charity—it was just asking to be mocked. Though he didn’t know how these treasures worked, he politely refused, "No need, but thanks for the offer."
Seeing Evan decline, the others assumed he was giving up and ignored him, focusing on their own tasks.
Lynn, however, kept her eyes on Evan, clearly eager to see how he would guess—especially after witnessing his performance at Flowerview Garden.
As for Evan, he didn’t plan to use Heaven’s Eye Sight. With so few people here, it would be easy to notice—the blood-red eyes would surely startle them.
After a while, Lynn asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Yang, why aren’t you checking?"
"Heh, I’ve never really played guessing games, so I’ll just pass." Evan decided to give up this chance—his secret wasn’t worth risking just to show off.
Seeing Evan withdraw, the four were secretly excited, ready to show off soon. Lynn, however, wasn’t so sure—she had hoped Evan would stand out, and now smiled, "Are you really going to give up that easily, Brother Yang?"
"Yeah, I’ll let the other four guess." Evan replied decisively, then, bored, looked out at the scenery and quietly checked Lynn’s expression from the corner of his eye.
Evan’s sudden withdrawal surprised Lynn, but she quickly regained her composure and also gazed at the scenery outside, lost in thought.
"Haha! I’ve got it!" Brandon Tang was the first to shout.
The other three weren’t about to be outdone and quickly prepared their guesses as well.
"Heh, they’re definitely all wrong!" An old man’s voice suddenly sounded in Evan’s mind, startling him as he watched the scenery.
Startled, Evan realized the voice was familiar. He thought for a while, then looked toward his chest. Others didn’t know what he was doing, but Evan knew—the voice belonged to Old Clam.
Sure enough, once Evan recognized him, Old Clam’s voice sounded again in his mind, "They’re definitely all going to guess wrong!"
Evan knew Old Clam was using sound transmission, so he calmly watched the others guess and sent a message back, "How do you know?"
"Don’t forget, I can disguise your cultivation—it’s a kind of illusion. Just now, bored, I confused them inside those containers." Old Clam laughed like a mischievous old child.
"Uh, but can you see what’s inside?" Evan asked, still curious.
Old Clam laughed, "Nope, but you can—just use those weird eyes of yours!"
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Having traveled with Evan for so long, Old Clam naturally knew about his eyes. So when Evan heard this, he wasn’t surprised and laughed, "If I try, they’ll definitely notice."
"Heh, didn’t I just say? I can confuse people—no one will notice the change in your eyes!" Old Clam said proudly.
"Seriously?" Evan finally understood why Old Clam wanted him to use Heaven’s Eye Sight.
"Go ahead and use it—I’ll cover for you." Old Clam replied with a laugh.
Hearing Old Clam could do that, Evan was thrilled—it meant he could use Heaven’s Eye Sight freely without worrying about anyone noticing his strange eyes.
Without hesitation, he started trying it out. Sure enough, everyone else was busy with their own guesses and didn’t notice Evan.
Even Lynn, sitting closest, only saw Evan calmly staring at the containers—he made no unusual moves.
Evan scanned all five containers and easily saw what was inside. He was curious why Heaven’s Eye Sight could see through these ice blocks—normally it let him see inside formations, so maybe these blocks were wrapped in some isolating formation, making them visible to his technique.
The four had nearly finished their guesses.
Lynn smiled, "Bad luck today—no one guessed right!"
"What? Impossible!" Ghost‑Hand Wu refused to believe it. No way all five could be wrong. Brandon Tang felt the same.
Evan, whether intentionally or not, sighed, "So they were five different wine cups."
Lynn was startled, looking at Evan in surprise. Only she knew what was inside—if the others guessed wrong, that was normal, but Evan had spoken the answer outright.
Seeing Lynn so shocked, the four felt uneasy. Could this little beggar really have guessed right? But he’d just sat there, not doing anything.
A moment of silence. Ghost‑Hand Wu couldn’t sit still and asked, "Lynn, what was actually inside?"
Lynn recovered and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Yang is correct—they were wine cups, just of different shapes."
The four still couldn’t believe Evan had such a special ability—to see through the containers without using any treasures, while none of them guessed right. It felt bizarre.
Evan smiled, "I said I was quitting—don’t look at me like that."
"You call that quitting?" The others cursed inwardly, glaring at Evan. Some even muttered, "If you’re quitting, just quit—why speak up? Now we’ve lost all face."
No one expected that the four outstanding youths, usually so good at guessing, would all fail today—while Evan got it right.
Lynn’s next words made the group even angrier, prompting them to leave.
Lynn smiled, "Since Fellow Daoist Yang won, he’ll be the only one allowed to stay today."
"What? Lynn, you never said the winner gets to stay!" Ghost‑Hand Wu protested, and the other three stood up, equally upset. Evan’s eyes widened in shock.
"The Flowerview Festival is all about skill. Since everyone lost, there’s no chance to stay—maybe next year we’ll share another evening." With that, she had them shown out.
The four knew Lynn had powerful backing—many top figures had lost to women from her sect, so these young men could only leave, resentment simmering. They all turned their anger on Evan, pressing their aura on him.
Evan faced their pressure but remained unharmed, which shocked them. Frustrated, they left the room.
"Brother Yang, you really have guts—four people’s aura, and you didn’t flinch?" Lynn was surprised by Evan’s calm.
Before she finished, Evan pretended to feel weak, stumbling and collapsing, then struggling to get up. "Those guys really hate me—if I hadn’t held on, I’d have been sent flying."
Lynn was left speechless by Evan’s antics—she couldn’t tell if he was serious. Only Evan knew that the pressure was real, and thankfully Old Clam had blocked it just in time.