Call It Five-Three...

Ling Chang'an later found another place to eat with Hu Liena, and he even paid for the meal. During dinner, Ling Chang'an deeply expressed how much he had missed his junior sister over the past three days, making Hu Liena very happy.

After all, he had ignored Hu Liena for three days. It was time to sweet-talk her a little and maintain a good relationship with his junior sister.

After eating, Ling Chang'an gently escorted Hu Liena back to where she lived before returning home himself. However, neither Father Ling nor Mother Ling was at the hotel. Apparently, one had gone to Heaven Dou City while the other was at the factory, both seemingly busy beyond measure.

Ling Chang'an immediately felt like an orphan. No one even asked about him after he had been away from home for days. After teasing the young woman at the front desk a little, he went straight back to his room. With his parents gone, he was happy to enjoy the peace and quiet.

Lying on the bed the female attendant had made for him, Ling Chang'an unhurriedly opened the system and first claimed the bracelet he had received today.

This Storage Bracelet was crystal blue and engraved with profound patterns. It looked high-end, grand, and classy. Without hesitation, Ling Chang'an moved everything from his original storage space into it.

After all, this Storage Bracelet had ten thousand cubic meters of space, and time within it was absolutely frozen. Something this good had to be put to proper use.

Mm, later he would buy some essential little items for flirting with girls, make some dishes to store inside, and put in a mattress too. Right, this bracelet did not have a name yet.

Pinching his chin, Ling Chang'an began searching his mind for beautiful, poetic words.

The bracelet was blue and had ancient-looking patterns. How about calling it... Five-Three?

Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Mock Exams. A fitting tribute to that book. Nothing wrong with that—absolutely perfect!

After putting Five-Three on his wrist, Ling Chang'an finally began checking his character panel:

"Ding, Character Panel:"

"Name: Ling Chang'an."

"Age: six. Gender: male."

"Martial Souls: Pangu Axe (defective version), Eastern Emperor Bell (defective version)!"

"Soul Power: Level 24 (1200/8000)"

Soul Rings: Azureblue Tiger (1193 years), Thunder Arrow Tiger (9999 years)

Mental Power (4000), Luck (7)

"Points: 13886"

"Evaluation: Aside from being handsome, you are also a scumbag..."

Fine, he would ignore that last evaluation. Ling Chang'an focused mainly on this thing called Luck. A Mental Power Fruit cost one hundred thousand points, so he could not afford one and had no way to test it, but he could still try the Lucky Fruit.

But when he placed his finger over the exchange tab, Ling Chang'an hesitated. These ten thousand points were what he had just earned from completing a task. He had no idea whether exchanging them for one Lucky Fruit was worth it...

I'll try it. Just once. If it doesn't work, I'll never exchange for another damn Lucky Fruit again. Ling Chang'an repeatedly warned himself in his heart. Then he gritted his teeth and exchanged for a Lucky Fruit.

It had to be said that the Lucky Fruit looked quite appealing. Red showed through yellow, and yellow showed through red. More importantly, it felt comfortable in his hand. This fully proved that you got what you paid for. Those ten thousand points had not been wasted.

After swallowing it in a few bites, Ling Chang'an discovered that aside from his Luck increasing from seven to eight, nothing else had changed at all...

In that case, he would test it.

Ling Chang'an got out of bed and stuck a sheet of white paper behind the door. He simply drew a circular target on it, then found the throwing knives he had bought. He tossed one out with barely any aim, though in his heart he was thinking, Hit the center. Hit the center...

Bang! The throwing knife flew accurately into the center of the paper. It was not dead center, but it was not far off.

Try again!

Ling Chang'an felt as though he had found the use of Luck. He flung out another knife, and this time it struck the exact center.

Could raising Luck by one point really bring this much good fortune? No wonder it was so expensive...

After figuring everything out, Ling Chang'an looked at his mere three thousand-plus points and felt his heart ache. If he did not Divine Manifestation five or six times during this Holy Son selection, he would write the character Wang upside down!

Early the next morning, Ling Chang'an made a serving of pastries for Bibi Dong as usual, then made portions for Hu Liena and Muxi as well before humming a tune and heading out.

"Hmm? What's so hard?" Ling Chang'an lifted his foot and looked down, only to find a shiny Gold Soul Coin lying beneath it. He could not help but freeze.

Was his luck really this good? A Gold Soul Coin had considerable purchasing power!

Delighted, he put the Gold Soul Coin into the Five-Three Bracelet and continued on to school. However, that was the only money he picked up along the way. It did not happen a second time.

The classes were still the same, but Ling Chang'an's life had become much fuller. At noon, he had to eat lunch with Muxi. At night, he had to attend lessons at the Papal Hall with Hu Liena. And every now and then, he had to turn down love letters from senior girls...

Three days later, before the Papal Hall.

A massive arena had been set up northeast of the Papal Hall. This was the venue specially designated for the Holy Son selection. Today was the day to select Holy Son candidates, and outstanding youths from the Hall of Elders, Spirit Hall's old noble families, and the Papal Hall's three major factions had all arrived.

Ling Chang'an was currently standing with Xie Yue and Yan. There were fifty or sixty people here, and these were the only two he knew. He had no choice but to stand with them.

At this moment, Spirit Hall's deep foundations were on full display. All the youths eligible to come were under ten years old, and those who dared participate in the selection were elites with around two soul rings. Yet even so, there were still many of them.

Besides those from the academy, the Papal Hall's candidates included people sent over by Spirit Halls in the major main cities. The nobles had their own methods of training talent, though more than half of their candidates also came from Spirit Hall Academy. The Hall of Elders was more or less the same.

"Ahem. Everyone, keep quiet!"

A deep, resonant voice rang out. Ghost's figure suddenly appeared in midair, with several other figures beside him—the elders of the Hall of Elders and the representatives of the noble families.

"Today is an elimination round. Everyone will enter the arena for a melee, and the last ten still standing will advance!" Ghost stated the rules flatly. Simple and brutal.

A one-on-one duel could not highlight a person's overall strength. Only a melee like this was the best test of someone's comprehensive abilities. After all, it was impossible to keep fighting blindly until the end. Soul Power was limited, after all. Only those with enough brains and sufficient strength would have a chance...

"Everyone, enter the arena!"

Under the staff's direction, the fifty-odd youths entered the arena one by one. It had to be said that the arena was indeed huge; even with so many people standing on it, it did not feel crowded.

"The melee begins!"