871: Chapter 118 The Prophet Lost the Future Sight 871: Chapter 118 The Prophet Lost the Future Sight Li Ya insisted on not going to the hospital.
As a witch, she herself was an expert in magic potions, and those modern dical treatnt plans were aningless to her.
She knew very well that this wasn’t an illness.
Mu Yuming originally planned to stay ho and keep her company, but he was driven away by her instead.
When it was just her and Li Mumu left alone, Li Ya quietly asked Li Mumu, “Have you already t Li Lingling?”
Seen her, and not just once.
No one knows what tiline she’s traveling back from, skipping back and forth along ti like she owns it, emitting an undeniable aura of bratty female ghost vibes.
Seeing Li Mumu nod, Li Ya couldn’t help but sigh deeply, “But I can’t see her anymore.”
“What do you an you can’t see her anymore?”
“I can’t see anything anymore; the future is nothing but darkness.”
Witches possess the ability to foretell the future, akin to VIP mbers getting early access to binge-watch a show.
This ability, for many witches, is innate—like having an extra eye on their forehead to see things others can’t.
Li Mumu excluded.
Suddenly plunging into darkness about the future is akin to losing a part of one’s body, especially for a witch like Li Ya who’s long accustod to using her “third eye.” Naturally, it cos with physical discomfort.
You ask why, even with the ability to foresee the future, she couldn’t see this disruption coming?
Foreseeing the future isn’t the sa as creating the future.
You might enjoy watching two episodes ahead in a series, but before the show officially airs, the lead actor Park Chang gets arrested, and the whole series gets pulled offline—who are you going to complain to?
Li Ya is exactly in this kind of predicant now.
Years of planning and maneuvering, going to great lengths across vast oceans to evade prying eyes of malicious spirits just to give birth to a mystical baby… Now as the due date approaches, she’s even got the kid’s shoes and socks ready.
And you’re giving a black screen?
“If you suspect things may go wrong, then they absolutely will go wrong.
Don’t hold out hope for luck.”
Li Ya told Li Mumu this.
“Why don’t you just marry Wang Yunxiao now, and have him move in, huh?”
“Ha?”
Li Mumu burst into laughter from frustration: “What, do you think I’m destined to marry him or sothing?”
“Of course, Mom supports you in pursuing love freely and choosing the man you like.
But that kid is actually pretty good.
Although he’s a bit poor, at least he’s a civil servant working in governnt, and he’s now even been appointed as head of the Special Service Section…”
“You can’t see his future, can you?”
The Twelve-Law Cultivation System is fundantally different from traditional mystical cultivation systems; the gap is akin to industrial weaving machines versus manual spinning wheels—a sheer scientific crush.
The old practices of magic, sorcery, martial arts, and divine skills stem from unwavering faith in one’s particular school of thought, which is the source of their true strength.
But sticking to the traditional also ans stagnation.
The foundational theory of the Twelve Laws, on the other hand, gathers the best of modern scientific thought, integrates myriad disciplines, and reassembles them into a tiless masterpiece.
This new theory is completely incomprehensible to those adhering to the old ways.
Even the more inclusive Heretical Path Dharma Gates compatible with older systems fare slightly better.
But if one cultivates the Righteous Path, it basically neutralizes all the ancient thods of prophecy, detection, identification, and curses.
Tiann City’s three major bureaus operate entirely within this black box—unfathomable, unpredictable, and ineffable.
The Righteous Path cultivated by Wang Yunxiao, in particular, is the Dharma Gate with the highest resistance.
Before advancing to a Moon Demon, Li Mumu couldn’t detect anything unusual about him.
Even after advancing, she could only extrapolate so clues from his interactions with ordinary people outside the Twelve Laws.
When it ca to him directly, it was still a blank.
If even she couldn’t decipher it, what could Li Ya possibly see?
At most, Li Ya could discern whether he and Li Mumu had so romantic connection.
As for his true capabilities, she was entirely in the dark, so much so that she didn’t even know what the Special Service Section did.
It’s like visiting a doctor—having an X-ray taken of you, the doctor points out issues, you can see the scan but can’t interpret it, and in the end, you just believe whatever the doctor tells you.
Ancient divination magic was largely like this; even the prophet couldn’t fully comprehend it, so interpretations tended to be nebulous and ambiguous.
Now, it’s completely blacked out.
Soone unplugged the cord.
Li Ya was extrely anxious, clutching at Wang Yunxiao like grasping at the last straw: “If it really cos to that, why don’t you invite him over for dinner one day?”
“I don’t need him.”
Li Mumu was brimming with confidence in her own abilities: “When the ti cos, leave it to to handle.”
I have backup.
“You an your gang of troublemaking friends?”
Li Ya clearly expressed her doubts.
“If that’s what you think, then I couldn’t care less about helping you.”
“No, no, no!
Good Mumu!
Mom can only rely on you now—please don’t abandon …”
Li Ya was theatrically over-the-top.
No one knows a mother better than her daughter.
In so ways, Li Mumu was the perfect inheritor of Li Ya’s personality—an independent disposition, trusting herself and distrusting others.
Don’t be fooled by how pitiful Li Ya was acting right now.
In reality, both she and Li Mumu knew perfectly well—Li Mumu was rely the backup layer of defense Li Ya had set up for herself, absolutely not her real trump card.
She hadn’t yet shown her true skills.
Perhaps it’s also due to the burden of the child in her belly, holding her back from unleashing her full power.
On the balcony, Li Mumu opened her mirror and sent a group ssage.
“Available?”
“What’s up?”
“Here, here, here, here, HERE—!”
Not long after, Xia Yubing and Shen Qingxi responded.
“Any plans for Christmas?”
“What Christmas are you talking about?”
“Reddy, let tell you—I saw your man with my own eyes fooling around with so wild woman out there!”
A vein popped on Li Mumu’s forehead.
Apparently, the tasks on the construction site still weren’t enough; maybe she should have Eldest Miss Shen renovate the entire West Spring Mountain.
“I’m serious!
Isn’t your guy nad Wang Yunxiao?
He has a wife, you know!
She even gave birth to his kid!
The three of them are one happy family—I have photos as evidence!
Please co save !”
Shen Qingxi continued recklessly spilling secrets.
Li Mumu’s fists clenched tight.
“Amber Sis, do you have ti before Christmas Eve?”
“I do, I do, I DO!”
“Got ti.”
“Co over to my place for dinner, and while you’re at it, help deal with a little issue.”
“What about , Reddy?
Don’t ignore please!”
“Sure.”
“Alright, I’ll let you know then.”
“Reddy—!”
Feeling the grievances emanating from the mirror, Li Mumu sighed and said, “Keep your mouth shut, don’t run it, I’ll co pick you up in a couple of days.”
“Park Chang choke on this!”
After a few seconds, Shen Qingxi still couldn’t resist asking, “How many days is ‘a couple’?
What date is it in the Real World today?
You won’t wait until right before Christmas Eve to co grab , will you?”
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