Blind Chen

A street fortune teller and possible member of the Sitian Jian. Known for his skill at divination, but also for being tricked by the Zuowandao. He is described as one of the best in his field.

Definition

A street fortune teller and possible member of the Sitian Jian. Known for his skill at divination, but also for being tricked by the Zuowandao. He is described as one of the best in his field.

Story context

Welcome back, Dao-Twisted disciples! Chapter 316 gives us one of those rare, quiet afternoons in the Dao-Twisted World—which, if you've been reading this far, you know means something's about to get *weird*. After yesterday's intense interrogation session with Tuoba Danqing, Li Huowang finally gets a moment to breathe. And where does he choose to spend it? A bustling City God Temple, naturally. But this isn't just a sightseeing trip. Our boy is making a pit stop to collect a debt from Blind Chen, the fortune-teller we met earlier who had his sacred Eight Trigrams Mirror stolen by a Zuowandao impersonator. The chapter serves up a beautifully melancholic slice of supernatural Chinese folk life: devout prostitutes wearing grooves into stone with their prostrations, a cynical blind seer who reads fates he won't explain, and a mysterious, deeply unsettling talisman manual that comes with a very steep activation cost. Li Huowang, in classic fashion, accepts the deal with a deadpan "That's acceptable," before Blind Chen drops a cryptic fortune-poem that lingers in the air like incense smoke.

Why it matters

This chapter is a masterclass in "atmospheric quiet before the storm." On the surface, it's a simple errand: return a mirror, pick up a reward. But the *texture* of the chapter is what makes it sing. Lingering on the prostitutes' prayers, the worn stone floor, the incense smoke—it's the kind of grounded, lived-in worldbuilding that makes the Dao-Twisted World feel real and haunted at the same time. Li Huowang's deadpan acceptance of the eye-gouging taboo is a perfect character beat. He's not brave, he's *used to paying prices*. And the final fortune poem? That's not just atmosphere. That's a thread that will weave itself into future chapters. Keep a mental bookmark on it.