My Omega Is A Top Heavenly Master (GL) - Chapter 10

The two pairs of lips were just about to touch when Liu Suhong’s voice rang out. “Is this… really appropriate right now?”

Mu Baicheng snapped back to reality. She shoved Qin Xiyao away with a sudden jolt and scrambled to the side. My god, what was I just doing? Was I actually waiting for her to kiss me? Mu Baicheng, oh Mu Baicheng, don’t forget you’re a “crippled” Alpha.

That’s Qin Xiyao—an Omega more beautiful than a celestial being. What are you thinking?

What right do you have to desire her? Because you’re weak? Because you’re poor?

As Mu Baicheng lectured herself internally, Qin Xiyao stood up composedly and walked toward the dining area. She could smell the Original Recipe chicken. Mu Baicheng couldn’t run away; just because they didn’t kiss now didn’t mean there wouldn’t be a chance later.

“Tsk tsk, Xiyao, you’re something else.”

Liu Suhong sat down mysteriously beside Qin Xiyao. Honestly, she should have seen it coming. No matter how you looked at them, Mu Baicheng looked like the “bottom” in this dynamic.

Qin Xiyao, unaware of the drama playing out in Liu Suhong’s head, focused on her meal. The chicken pieces were large, yet she ate every bite with effortless elegance.

The rain outside had lessened, but the sky had not yet cleared. A brief silence fell among the three. Liu Suhong watched the dark clouds boredly. “In this weather, looks like we’re stuck inside all afternoon.”

She felt a wave of disappointment at the thought of not being able to go out and have fun tonight.

Qin Xiyao stood up. “Let’s go out and set up the stall this afternoon. Otherwise, your rent really will have to be paid in fortune-readings.”

“Huh? But the weather…”

Qin Xiyao spoke calmly, “The Ruomu Tree [1] holds the light; it will clear before sunset.”

She tilted her head toward Mu Baicheng. “Let’s go. Pack up and head out.”

Mu Baicheng sighed. She still hadn’t quite recovered from the scene on the sofa, but seeing Qin Xiyao’s nonchalant attitude, she decided she shouldn’t overthink it either.

“Coming.”

When they left, the sky was still pitch black. After they boarded the subway, a sudden gale blew through the city, dispersing the heavy clouds in an instant.

By the time they reached East Lake Park, it was completely clear. Mu Baicheng’s scattered, romantic thoughts vanished, replaced by utter awe. Not just divination and face reading—she can read the “Qi” of the atmosphere too?

Everyone knows weather is unpredictable, and even forecasts are hit-or-miss, yet Qin Xiyao’s words came true. Mu Baicheng resolved to study harder and sat on the flowerbed to watch her work.

The first customer was a male Alpha in his forties. Before he could speak, Qin Xiyao said directly: “The child isn’t yours.”

The man’s words died in his throat. He stared blankly into her calm eyes, trying to figure out how this Omega knew.

“How did you know my question?” He had asked several “masters” in the park, but everyone gave different answers—mostly generic, auspicious platitudes.

Qin Xiyao’s fair palm struck the table. The force seemed light, but the six “Five Emperor Coins” on the table flew into the air and landed in a specific formation.

She frowned at the coins. The man asked nervously, “What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

He had discovered his wife was cheating a few days ago. As his three-year-old son grew, the resemblance to himself faded, fueling his suspicions. But he feared it was a mistake and didn’t want to hurt the child by rushing into a DNA test.

“The Image says: Enduring shame, the position is inappropriate. [2]” Her fingertip touched the Kun position on the hexagram and pushed it outward. “But it is not without a turning point. The Top Ninth line: Overturning obstruction; first obstruction, then joy. [3]”

The man was as confused as a “monk measuring ten feet”—he didn’t understand a word. “I don’t quite follow, Exalted One.”

Qin Xiyao picked up a brush and wrote an annotation. “Your current child is indeed not yours. You are enduring this because you don’t want to change the status quo, but you don’t realize that only by overturning the present can you embrace future joy.”

She picked up the thin sheet of paper and gave it a flick. The ordinary ink emitted a faint silver-white glow that reflected in the man’s eyes. He took the paper, stunned.

“Master, your fee…” The man said awkwardly. He had spent a lot of money on readings lately. This girl was young, but she seemed more capable than anyone he’d met. He expected it to be expensive.

Qin Xiyao tilted her head and pointed at Mu Baicheng. “Our fate is not yet concluded. Add my Alpha’s GreenChat; you will come looking for me again.”

“Alright.” The man, shocked that she took no money, scanned Mu Baicheng’s QR code.

“My name is Lu Dongsheng. I run an antique business in Nanqiao Old Town. If you’re ever interested, come visit.” He thanked her repeatedly before leaving.

Once he was gone, Mu Baicheng asked curiously, “Why didn’t you take his money?”

“He will bring us much more money later. There’s no need to settle the karma so quickly.” In Taoism, one must be paid to “sever” the karmic link created by a reading.

Mu Baicheng didn’t say anything more. She understood that hexagram too, but she saw clearly that Qin Xiyao had moved the Qian line—a fixed position in the I Ching that shouldn’t be moved.

Qin Xiyao arched an eyebrow. “Reading a hexagram shouldn’t be so rigid. The I Ching says the Qian line is immovable, but if a person’s fate (Qian-Kun) is not yet settled, why can’t it be changed?”

Mu Baicheng had never heard such a thing. It was the opposite of what she’d learned. She didn’t realize this wasn’t from the I Ching—it was the core philosophy of the Way of the Heart Query: For those whose fate is undecided, Heaven and Earth can be shifted; the brave can overturn the world.

“Yo, I’ve really never heard that theory before. How about you read a hexagram for me too, little sister?” A female Omega’s voice rang out, sounding as seductive as a hook.

Song Jinran had just come from the police station. She wanted to see how much the “charlatans” at East Lake Park were scamming people today, only to overhear such “arrogant” remarks.

Qin Xiyao didn’t even look at her. “We are of the same trade. It is a rule not to read for one’s own kind.”

Song Jinran narrowed her phoenix eyes dangerously. She rarely saw an Omega more beautiful than herself, and this one had identified her as a practitioner without even looking at her face. How?

“Oh?” Song Jinran kept her cool. “You must be joking. How could I be a peer of yours?”

Mu Baicheng looked the woman over. A short white dress, long legs, and a naturally flirtatious aura—she looked more like an influencer or a model. But Qin Xiyao was never wrong.

Mu Baicheng chose to keep her mouth shut and went back to memorizing the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

“Cinnabar and yellow paper carry their own scent,” Qin Xiyao said indifferently. After 100,000 years of cultivation, she was too familiar with those smells. This woman didn’t just smell like yellow paper; she carried high-quality spiritual tools and a faint purple aura of merit. Though thin, it was clearly inherited from her ancestors.

Song Jinran was speechless. She admitted Qin Xiyao had skill. “Impressive. But the Qian line is fixed; that’s the rule of the ancestors. I don’t agree with your theory.”

She had seen Lu Dongsheng’s face—it was a face of misfortune. The child wasn’t his, his wealth would be drained by his wife, and his old age would be miserable.

“With such a dead end, how can you say his fate is unsettled, lit-tle sis-ter?”

Qin Xiyao finally looked up at Song Jinran. Song Jinran froze for a moment—Qin Xiyao’s face was like an immortal’s, aloof and ethereal. A true beauty.

Qin Xiyao looked at Mu Baicheng. “She’s much stronger than you.”

Mu Baicheng, suddenly called out, looked aggrieved. “I know I’m stupid, you don’t have to keep saying it.”

Song Jinran watched the obedient Alpha. “And you two are…?”

Her probing caused a silver glint in Qin Xiyao’s eyes. This woman had been to the scene of Chen Yao’s death; she carried the scent of her own spiritual seal.

Seeing Song Jinran’s playful smile and the way her gaze lingered on Mu Baicheng, Qin Xiyao’s mental power surged. Her divine sense expanded as she spoke:

“My Alpha.”

The voice was soft, but coming from her divine sense, it rattled Song Jinran’s soul. Song Jinran stumbled back, her smile vanishing. “Sister has quite a temper,” she said stiffly, cold sweat on her brow.

Mu Baicheng had no idea what happened; she just saw Song Jinran go pale.

“Xiyao!” Liu Suhong hurried over, followed by several people in Taoist robes. Seeing Song Jinran, they rushed to support her. “Miss, what’s wrong?”

Song Jinran shoved them away. “I’m fine.”

Liu Suhong looked worried. Qin Xiyao narrowed her eyes. “Your father’s matter… your family moved recently.”

Last time, she had seen the baleful aura devouring the purple “Imperial Qi” around Liu Suhong’s father.

Liu Suhong wiped her eyes. “Don’t talk here, come with me quickly.”

Mu Baicheng started packing. “You were fine a few hours ago, how did it change so fast?”

“Stop talking and lend me your wife!”

Mu Baicheng… Never seen someone so bossy while asking for a favor. She took Qin Xiyao’s hand and pulled her back. A steady stream of mana flowed from their palms into Qin Xiyao. As it turns out, when Mu Baicheng initiated the contact, the recovery was twice as effective.

Mu Baicheng whispered into Qin Xiyao’s ear, pointing at the people in robes. “Look at the badges on their chests.”

Qin Xiyao glanced at the copper badges embossed with a primordial flower. “Primordial flower. It’s pretty.”

Mu Baicheng hissed, “That’s the symbol of the Celestial Master Mansion. They are…” she leaned closer, “the highest authority for Taoists here.”

Mu Baicheng didn’t want Qin Xiyao to interfere in Liu Suhong’s family matter if it meant crossing the Mansion. If they got blacklisted, they’d never make money again.

Qin Xiyao glanced indifferently at the junior Taoists. “Aside from their young lady, aren’t the rest just useless gluttons?”

Song Jinran’s lip curved. This is going to be good. The faces of the senior disciples changed instantly. The eldest disciple pulled out a peach wood sword and pointed it at Qin Xiyao. “You’re just a nameless rogue. How dare you insult the Celestial Master Mansion?”

“Am I wrong?” Qin Xiyao closed her eyes, silver light hiding behind her lashes. “Aren’t you just useless gluttons? Or would you like to test that theory?” She tightened her grip on Mu Baicheng’s hand. You think I’m afraid of you lot?