My Omega is a Top Heavenly Master - Chapter 3
East Lake Park wasn’t very crowded on a weekday, and neither was Mu Baicheng’s fortune-telling stall. However, it was quite popular with Omegas. This was just another Omega sitting across from Mu Baicheng.
The young girl looked only in her teens, her eyes watery, staring intently at Mu Baicheng. The girl placed her small hand on the table and said sweetly, “Sister, please read my palm. I don’t know why, but lately I haven’t been sleeping well.”
Mu Baicheng rolled her eyes inwardly, doing her best to maintain a kind smile. “Little sister, my sister here is a fortune teller. If you can’t sleep well, you should see a doctor.” You’ve freeloaded enough, haven’t you? What’s there to talk about? No money.
The girl pouted, saying somewhat dejectedly, “But sister, those doctors can’t cure me. I’ll feel better if I get your WeChat contact!” She was, of course, referring to Mu Baicheng’s WeChat ID.
Before Mu Baicheng could reply, Qin Xiyao stepped forward and held Mu Baicheng’s hand. “I’m hungry.”
Qin Xiyao gave the girl a cold glance. The girl was startled by Qin Xiyao’s eyes and forced an awkward smile. Ugh, all the good-looking Alphas already have Omegas, it’s so annoying. Despite her unwillingness, the girl had no choice but to give up.
Once the girl left, Mu Baicheng finally let out a sigh of relief. Before she could thank Qin Xiyao, Qin Xiyao let go of Mu Baicheng’s hand and sat down on a nearby step.
She rested her head in one hand, her eyes empty. Mu Baicheng didn’t ask Qin Xiyao what she was thinking. This Omega was simply too mysterious. As for earlier, there was no need to wonder; Qin Xiyao was helping her out.
Mu Baicheng didn’t think there was anything special about her to make Qin Xiyao follow her like this. Putting everything else aside, just based on Qin Xiyao’s appearance, if she wished, countless Alphas would eagerly flock to her.
Mu Baicheng looked at the balance on her phone. She had only earned a hundred yuan all morning. Remembering Mrs. Luo’s talk about raising the rent this morning, Mu Baicheng felt a little lost…
“Hello, I’d like to ask about my love life.”
As expected, it was another Omega. Most of the people who came to Mu Baicheng’s fortune-telling stall were Omegas. Without exception, they were all drawn by Mu Baicheng’s looks. They only had to pay a small amount of money to chat with a beautiful Alpha, and these Omegas spread the word among themselves.
However… this method didn’t allow Mu Baicheng to earn much money; it was barely enough to get by.
Qin Xiyao looked at Mu Baicheng’s back, her thoughts drifting to her past life. Becoming a saint was every cultivator’s goal, and Qin Xiyao was only one step away from achieving it.
The heavenly tribulation of becoming a saint was the most terrifying. Qin Xiyao had thought she would perish under the ninety thousand bolts of purple-gold lightning, but instead, she appeared in an unfamiliar world, her hundred thousand years of cultivation gone. If not for her powerful spiritual sense, Qin Xiyao wouldn’t even know what kind of world she was in.
Most importantly… a silver gleam flashed in her dark eyes. Mu Baicheng’s back was clearly reflected in Qin Xiyao’s gaze.
The first person she saw upon opening her eyes was the one who had disappeared a thousand years ago. Qin Xiyao would never forget a thousand years ago, the scene of her and Mu Baicheng making vows under the Jianmu tree [1] and becoming Dao companions, nor would she forget Mu Baicheng’s absence at the Dao companion ceremony.
Qin Xiyao had lost face in front of the quasi-saints and Grand Immortals. Qin Xiyao didn’t care about these things. What she cared about was Mu Baicheng’s sudden departure. That person had vanished as if she had never existed. There was no news of Mu Baicheng anywhere in the Nineteen Provinces of the Universe.
And their past promises of eternal love had all become a joke. Qin Xiyao couldn’t forget the first time she met Mu Baicheng. At that time, Qin Xiyao was just a Grand Immortal, while Mu Baicheng already had the cultivation of a half-step saint.
Qin Xiyao didn’t know Mu Baicheng’s origin. She liked to pursue Mu Baicheng’s retreating figure. Mu Baicheng was her sun and moon. After a thousand years, the sun and moon descended to the mortal realm. She held her hand and made vows for all lifetimes. As beautiful as the vows were, that person left just as decisively, without a single word. Mu Baicheng had abandoned her.
What Qin Xiyao found strange was that, given Mu Baicheng’s cultivation, even if she reincarnated, she wouldn’t lose her memory, let alone be in such a frail state now. In this world, an Alpha with a defective gland had physical abilities not much different from an ordinary Beta.
Why was this happening? Qin Xiyao’s heart sank. She didn’t want to find any excuses for Mu Baicheng. Given Mu Baicheng’s cultivation, if something had happened, she would absolutely have been able to send a message to her. As for whether she still liked her? Qin Xiyao didn’t know.
Qin Xiyao was somewhat unsure how to face the current Mu Baicheng. This person was too different from the one in her memories. If it weren’t for the soul connection of Dao companions, Qin Xiyao wouldn’t believe this person was Mu Baicheng. And the strangest thing was that her cultivation had been dispersed, but as long as she had close contact with Mu Baicheng, her power would return a little.
Given this, Qin Xiyao felt that staying by Mu Baicheng’s side was the best option right now. Wasn’t all of this what Mu Baicheng owed her?
After sending off yet another Omega who wasn’t seriously looking for fortune-telling but just wanted her WeChat, Mu Baicheng eyed Qin Xiyao with some doubt. Did she really have good fortune? She wished she had studied more back then.
It was her own fault for being too stupid, only learning Liuyao. Her master also left too early; she hadn’t had time to learn much before he passed away. From initial excitement to current disappointment, Mu Baicheng couldn’t help but feel she was going crazy for money.
Otherwise, why would she believe an Omega of unknown origin? It was high noon, and the sun was becoming scorching. Mu Baicheng’s back was almost drenched in sweat.
Another Omega took advantage of her lunch break to ask Mu Baicheng for her WeChat. Before the Omega could get close, Qin Xiyao sat directly on Mu Baicheng’s lap, leaning against her chest. Her cool body temperature dispelled Mu Baicheng’s heat.
Qin Xiyao’s eyes, devoid of ripples, swept over the Omega, then she closed her eyes, resting in Mu Baicheng’s embrace. The Omega awkwardly turned and left.
Mu Baicheng was at a loss, her hands not knowing where to go. “Um… you don’t have to…”
“Aren’t you hot?”
Qin Xiyao’s voice was faint, just like her body temperature. Qin Xiyao cultivated the Dao of Inquiring Heart, peering into fate. She didn’t have a normal human body temperature, which was also why her heavenly tribulation for becoming a saint was more terrifying than that of an ordinary quasi-saint.
Mu Baicheng sighed inwardly. Qin Xiyao’s body temperature indeed made her much cooler. She had been naturally warm-bodied since childhood, and her master said it was because she had a pure Yang body. But she knew that when she differentiated, her master stopped teaching her diligently after discovering her defective gland.
She had no parents, didn’t know where she came from. After she became an adult, her master was also indifferent towards her. In this world, Mu Baicheng was an expendable existence.
“Thank you,” Mu Baicheng mumbled, her voice carrying a hint of grievance.
This was an emotion Mu Baicheng in her previous life would never have displayed. In Qin Xiyao’s eyes, Mu Baicheng was aloof, compassionate, and detached from all worldly matters. The current Mu Baicheng was greedy for money, weak, and utterly ordinary.
Qin Xiyao wrapped her arms around Mu Baicheng’s waist, and a silver light flashed in her eyes again. Among all the gods and demons, across the Nineteen Provinces of the Universe, Mu Baicheng had few rivals. And yet, you actually feel wronged? Then who should I tell my grievances to?
••••
It wasn’t until 4 PM that the park gradually became crowded. Mu Baicheng’s stall saw an unprecedented boom. Previously, her stall would only be frequented by Omegas and Betas. Today, however, there were a few Alphas.
Mu Baicheng knew these people were all here for Qin Xiyao.
Qin Xiyao closed her eyes. These weren’t people who were here to give her money. The sun was setting, about to disappear behind Longshan Mountain. A few figures in suits appeared in front of the fortune-telling stall. Qin Xiyao suddenly opened her eyes; the wealth she was waiting for had arrived.
The person walking at the front had a high, broad forehead and a prominent Fuxi bone [2]. This was the face of an emperor. A purple aura surrounded this person, indicating great wealth and nobility. Unfortunately, a black, ominous aura shot straight up from his forehead, clearly indicating he was in significant trouble.
Qin Xiyao’s gaze fell on the woman beside him. The woman had high cheekbones, a high nose, and thin, long eyes. She was born with a destiny of wealth; generally, only those born with a silver spoon in their mouth would have such a facial feature.
The man looked about forty, the woman in her early twenties. Their relationship was self-evident.
The two seemed to be in an argument. The woman shook off the man’s hand and walked directly to the fortune-telling stall, sitting down. Seeing a client, Mu Baicheng immediately prepared to read the woman’s Eight Characters.
Qin Xiyao stepped forward, pulled Mu Baicheng aside, and sat across from the woman. She handed a brush and ink to the woman. “Write a character.”
Qin Xiyao’s calm voice and ethereal demeanor made the woman, who had only come to vent her frustration, freeze for a moment. But it was only for a moment. She then chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Sorry…”
“Aren’t you trying to ask if there’s still a possibility with that person?” Qin Xiyao knew she wanted to say she was just being impulsive. The question this woman wanted to ask was already written on her face.
The woman was naturally wealthy, with excellent luck in romance, but unfortunately, her romances were often bad.
At these words, not only the woman but also the man who had rushed behind her to take her away paused. The man looked at the young Omega suspiciously and no longer insisted on taking his daughter away; instead, he wanted to know what this Omega would say.
The woman picked up the brush and wrote the character “é…¥” (sÅ«, crisp/soft) on the Xuan paper. The woman’s handwriting was elegant, clearly indicating a well-bred young lady.
“Look,” the woman put down the brush, lifting her chin slightly in arrogance, and looked at Qin Xiyao.
“Red, crisp hands; yellow, vine wine; spring fills the city; palace walls and willow trees [3]. Miss Liu, your handwriting is very good.”
“How do you know my surname is Liu?” The woman was a little surprised. Although her father was a tycoon in Hushi, he had protected her very well since childhood. The outside world didn’t know anything about her. Could it be… her gaze swept to the man behind her.
Was it because her father was here that she was recognized? No, her father rarely showed his face, and not many people in Hushi knew him, let alone a fortune teller. Their social circles were different. If she hadn’t thrown a tantrum today, she probably would never have intersected with a fortune teller.
“Liu Suhong, a very nice name. But Miss Liu, you already know the outcome between you and that person, don’t you?” Qin Xiyao didn’t answer Liu Suhong’s question. The moment Liu Suhong wrote that character, Qin Xiyao had already seen through the woman’s predicament.
“What do you mean?” Liu Suhong’s face darkened. She and him had consulted fortune tellers before, and they all said they were a match made in heaven.
Qin Xiyao picked up the brush and wrote a line below Liu Suhong’s character: “The east wind is cruel, our love is fleeting. Wrong, wrong, wrong. [4]”
Qin Xiyao’s handwriting was as sharp as a knife, each stroke seeming to possess magic. Three consecutive “wrong” characters shocked Liu Suhong into tears.
“I should have accepted it long ago. Thank you.”
Liu Suhong originally intended to give Qin Xiyao cash, but her gaze lingered on Qin Xiyao’s delicate face for a moment, and she changed her mind. “Can I add your WeChat? I’m an Omega too, I won’t bother you.”
Qin Xiyao tilted her head and beckoned to Mu Baicheng, asking her to come over. As Mu Baicheng approached, Qin Xiyao pulled her closer and said to Liu Suhong:
“I don’t have WeChat. You can leave your contact information with Miss Liu.”
Liu Suhong chuckled. “She’s your Alpha, isn’t she? Don’t worry, I like men. I just want to be friends with you.”
After saying that, she pulled out a stack of banknotes, placed them on the table, and turned to leave. Mu Baicheng’s eyes lit up at the sight of the banknotes. Goodness, that’s at least twenty thousand!
“We’ll meet again.” Qin Xiyao’s words made Liu Suhong stop. Liu Suhong turned around and met Qin Xiyao’s eyes.
Liu Suhong saw a faint, almost imperceptible silver gleam flash in Qin Xiyao’s eyes. Qin Xiyao calmly said, “Your destined person is a woman.”
After Liu Suhong left, Qin Xiyao followed Mu Baicheng home. Without her dilapidated car, Mu Baicheng could only take Qin Xiyao on the bus. Fearing that Qin Xiyao might encounter perverts, Mu Baicheng kept Qin Xiyao protected in her arms the entire time.
When they reached the old housing district, they had just entered the compound when a hysterical shouting match erupted at the entrance. The entrance was surrounded by people.
Just as Mu Baicheng was bewildered and about to pass through the gate to go home, Granny Sun grabbed her. “Wait a minute! Your landlord’s husband is having an affair. If you go over now, they might take their anger out on you.”
Mu Baicheng was too surprised to speak. If she remembered correctly, Qin Xiyao had told Mrs. Luo to pay attention to her husband just this morning.
Mrs. Luo’s bloodshot eyes spotted Qin Xiyao in the crowd. She lunged savagely towards Qin Xiyao. “It’s all because of you! If you hadn’t spoken nonsense, how could this have happened?”
Qin Xiyao looked at the approaching Mrs. Luo somewhat absently. To divine for Liu Suhong, she had expended a good deal of her power. Mrs. Luo clearly had a strong ominous aura around her. Darn it, facing her directly like this, I’ll be the one at a disadvantage.
The ominous aura behind Mrs. Luo opened its bloody maw, its crimson eyes seemingly spotting a satisfactory prey. It attached itself to Mrs. Luo and lunged at Qin Xiyao.
Author’s Note:
Annotation: [1] In the “Classic of Mountains and Seas,” there are three divine trees: Fusang (east, sunrise), Jianmu (center, midday), and Ruomu (west, sunset).
Annotation: [2] Refers to the physiognomy of an emperor.
Annotation: [3] & [4] Both lines are from the Song dynasty literati Lu You’s poem “Hairpin Phoenix – Red Crisp Hands.”