A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 14

Yun Zhixia was silent for a second before giving a dry laugh. “You’re very humorous. Cards are just tools; they don’t have ‘spirits’ on them. Things mass-produced on a factory assembly line aren’t exactly getting souls injected into them one by one.”

She chuckled, adding in a joking tone, “It’s like… my sofa doesn’t open its mouth to talk to me.”

Ai Lianqiu blinked in confusion and murmured, “I see.”

[So there really aren’t deck spirits? I’m curious.]

[Nope. But you can use the cards to ask the surrounding spirits questions, sort of like a medium’s tool.]

[Some mediums might use the cards as a vessel for spirits to reside in, but you can’t really call that a ‘deck spirit.’]

[Flashbacks to the ‘Spirit Pets’ on Taobao years ago, hahaha.]

Without lingering on the subject, she quickly drew a card, and another card tumbled out along with it. Yun Zhixia placed the second one behind the first. “Can you tell me what the images on these two cards are?”

Ai Lianqiu leaned down to check. “The first one is a man in red clothes sitting on a throne. The number marked on the card is 4.”

Shifting her gaze to the second, she squinted slightly and added, “The second is card number 1. The image is a male holding a white wand with a table in front of him.”

Hearing the descriptions, Yun Zhixia immediately knew which cards they were.

“Alright, I understand,” she said. “The Mr. A before me is most likely male, with a small probability of being female. His personality fits the societal definition of masculine. Regarding his age, I lean toward a mature middle-aged man.”

“The Emperor card—Mr. A should be financially free and hold a certain status in his career. His ambition and drive are very strong; he is a man of action.”

“You could say he is someone who will do whatever it takes to reach his goal—and I mean that in a positive, professional sense. However…” Yun Zhixia paused, choosing her words carefully. “He might be a bit, uh, controlling.”

Zhen Yunting curled his lips into a smile of agreement.

[The ‘King of Effort’ who won Best Actor at 20, immediately pivoted to being a singer and won tons of international music awards, then pivoted again to become a director.]

[Hahaha, Uncle Zhen’s wife and staff are nodding their heads right now. But Uncle Zhen is competent, so I think that kind of control is acceptable lol.]

[The survival instinct of this contestant is so strong, hahaha.]

“The Magician card—Mr. A should be very talkative and skilled at using language and communication to get what he wants. He’s the type whose thoughts evolve with the times; he’s not old-fashioned. He might even have a childish side occasionally. His friends likely adore him.”

Thinking of something else, Yun Zhixia smiled and chose to stop there. She pulled a smaller card from a different bag. “Can you tell me what’s on this one?”

Ai Lianqiu replied instantly, “Card number 16. There are many stars on it.”

“…[The Card]”

“Combining the three cards, Mr. A’s profession should be related to creation or the internet. He should be quite popular with the public.”

Having finished her summary, Yun Zhixia packed her cards and waited for instructions.

[Exactly! Uncle Zhen’s art of conversation is top-tier. His ability to smooth things over on shows is professional. No one who meets him dislikes him. He rose to the top without a background, relying purely on strength and his silver tongue.]

[Why does the Magician correspond to communication? And what was that small card with the poker symbol?]

[It’s a Lenormand card. Very good for predicting specific events.]

[The Magician corresponds to Mercury in astrology. Mercury rules consciousness, knowledge, and communication. Plus, magic itself is about deception—to deceive others, you need a good mouth, haha.]

Ai Lianqiu: “Miss Zhixia, the challenge is over. You may remove your blindfold.”

Yun Zhixia nodded and took off the black cloth. She had the look of a classic, delicate girl-next-door. Once she adjusted to the light, she looked at the man in front of her. With just one look, she gasped and covered her mouth in excitement.

“Do you recognize me?” Seeing she was young, Zhen Yunting smiled sincerely.

Yun Zhixia nodded frantically. “I do! I’m a fan! I loved your songs in middle school, and my mom loves you too!”

[The diviner is literally me.]

[I want to meet Uncle Zhen in person too, ahhh.]

Zhen Yunting stood up, walked to Yun Zhixia, and gave her the necklace from his neck. “A gift for a little fan. You’re very talented; your reading was spot on.”

“Thank you!” Yun Zhixia excitedly accepted the necklace. After successfully getting two autographs, it was time for the next contestant.

The next contestant entered with a series of footsteps. He wore black casual clothes, a silver pendant with strange symbols engraved on it hanging from his chest, and carried a black candle in his left hand. His hair was perfectly slicked back.

After arranging his props on the floor, he spoke curtly: “Si Wusheng.”

[What’s that around his neck? A magic circle?]

[Looks a bit like a Solomon’s Seal.]

[So eerie. What is that?]

[A type of spirit-summoning tool meant to protect the user, symbolizing the mage’s dominance over spirits. This looks like a specific seal for a particular spirit (shrugs).]

Without much introduction, Si Wusheng lit the candle and began chanting in an unknown language.

A rustling sound seemed to emerge from the corners of the room. Though Zhen Yunting remained calm, he felt an inexplicable chill envelop him and frowned slightly. Ai Lianqiu rubbed her arms and whispered to the camera, “It seems to have gotten colder.”

“Male.” The deep, powerful voice carried a hint of frost. “Middle-aged. Wearing a ring on the left ring finger. Sea-blue. A ring symbolizing marriage.”

Zhen Yunting nodded and showed his left hand to the camera; his wedding ring, set with a sea-blue gemstone, was clearly visible.

[Whoa, that’s impressive.]

[You could guess that, though. A middle-aged man with a ring is usually married.]

[But he knew which hand and what color.]

The candle flame flickered wildly. Si Wusheng spoke again: “Long distance. A very long distance, across the ocean. A woman.” He seemed puzzled, pondering for a long time. “I feel a great distance and a woman, but I don’t understand what it means. A relative?” He frowned and chose not to continue.

[Uncle Zhen met his wife abroad. It’s likely her.]

[Uncle Wusheng is clearly single, hahaha.]

Zhen Yunting understood these terms immediately. He nodded and gave a thumbs-up to the camera. Si Wusheng was silent for a moment, then said slowly:

“You came here for one thing. It has haunted you for half your life. But I cannot solve it for you. My apologies.”

With those words, Si Wusheng ripped off his blindfold. He had striking mixed-race features and a serious expression. His misty grey eyes looked straight at the man in the chair. “I know who you are looking for, but I cannot help you. Give up.”

Zhen Yunting’s expression remained calm as he gently shook his head. As Ai Lianqiu stepped in to smooth things over, Si Wusheng snuffed out the candle and turned to leave the stage.

[What does that mean?]

[Looking for someone?]

[This warlock uncle is kind of handsome.]

Ai Lianqiu cast a questioning look at Zhen Yunting, who simply smiled. “Let’s continue.”