System Lottery—Purple Micro Breakthrough Pill

Three days later.

West of Notting City, Zhou Chen's Residence.

Inside a bedroom, Zhou Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, a round, brilliant golden Soul Ring circling around him.

"What exactly is the soul skill of a God-level Soul Ring?"

Zhou Chen frowned and muttered to himself.

For the past few days, he had been studying his own soul skill, but had gotten nowhere.

When he asked the System, that damn System just spouted nonsense like, "Soul skills are completely random. Even I don't know."

After thinking it over, Zhou Chen felt that blindly figuring things out on his own would not work. He still needed to find a professional.

For example, Yu Xiaogang—the foremost authority on spirit theory, Douluo Continent's number one scumbag, and someone who irritated Zhou Chen immensely—who was currently holed up at Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy.

Still, irritation was irritation, and contempt was contempt. As a protagonist with normal intelligence, Zhou Chen was better at analyzing problems from the perspective of pros and cons—Yu Xiaogang could be put to use.

Of course, he would never take Yu Xiaogang as his master. That scumbag was not worthy. On the contrary, Zhou Chen planned to build up a force and bring Yu Xiaogang under his command.

After all, relying on himself alone, he could never obtain many Gold Soul Coins. Only by establishing a massive force could he mobilize countless subordinates to collect Gold Soul Coins for him, or even mine gold directly.

And in a fantasy world like Douluo Continent, where strength reigned supreme, he would need a large number of Spirit Masters under his command if he wanted to establish a massive force.

Thus, instructor-type theoretical talents like Yu Xiaogang, who excelled at training and teaching Spirit Masters on a large scale, would come in handy.

Although making Yu Xiaogang pledge loyalty to him, a six-year-old child, sounded rather absurd, one had to have dreams. What if they came true?

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.

Right afterward, the bedroom door was pushed open. Old Jack entered, pushing an extremely heavy black chest.

"Chen'er, I got the ten thousand Gold Soul Coins you wanted." Old Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke, panting heavily.

Seeing how exhausted Old Jack looked, Zhou Chen immediately jumped off the bed, took out a handkerchief, and began wiping away his sweat. "Grandpa Jack, why did you move something this heavy yourself? What if you strained your back?"

"Haha, it's fine. I'm still strong as an ox."

Feeling Zhou Chen's concern, Old Jack laughed heartily and deliberately stretched, showing off how vigorous he still was despite his age.

"Of course. The old lady next door can testify to that," Zhou Chen suddenly said, waggling his brows.

The moment those words came out, Old Jack's face flushed red. He stammered and could not say a word.

After quite a while, Old Jack finally shook off the awkwardness and said seriously, "Chen'er, what do you suddenly need these ten thousand Gold Soul Coins for? Nearly all the working capital from our shops has been drained."

"This..."

Hearing Old Jack finally raise that pointed question, Zhou Chen immediately felt troubled. There was simply no way he could answer it.

He could not exactly say that he had a System that loved gold.

Seeing that Zhou Chen was unwilling to answer, Old Jack did not press him. Instead, he said gently, "Forget it. Everyone has their own secrets. Grandpa believes in you. You were born to accomplish great things! No matter what, Grandpa will stand with you!"

As he spoke, Old Jack patted Zhou Chen's little head, smiled, and left.

Zhou Chen, meanwhile, felt his eyes sting.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Chen slowly calmed himself. Then, he opened the chest, and golden light instantly filled the entire room.

Another ten thousand Gold Soul Coins.

"System, get to work."

"Coming, coming."

Faced with the adorable gold coins, the usually aloof System immediately became enthusiastic.

The next second, intense light surged from Zhou Chen's palm. The ten thousand Gold Soul Coins instantly turned into a golden torrent and were sucked into his hand.

"Ding... Received ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. Converted into ten thousand Gold Yuan Points. Please check, Host."

The System's crisp voice carried an unmistakably cheerful note.

"System, I want to draw a prize."

"Ding... Received. Processing."

"Ding... Ten thousand Gold Yuan Points deducted. One lottery draw."

In an instant, a colorful roulette wheel appeared in Zhou Chen's mind. Only the pill category was lit up, while the other several categories remained dim and dark. It began spinning without pause, until finally...

"Ding... Pill-type reward drawn: Purple Micro Breakthrough Pill! This pill originated from the Prehistoric World and was refined by a pill attendant under the Central Heavenly North Star Purple Emperor, one of the Four Royals of the Heavenly Court. It can ignore any physical impediment and help cultivators below the Golden Core Stage break through one level of cultivation!"

"Hiss..."

Seeing the pill's description, Zhou Chen immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

Golden Core Stage cultivators were equivalent to Titled Douluo on Douluo Continent. In other words, this Purple Micro Breakthrough Pill could actually allow anyone below the Titled Douluo level to increase their Soul Power by one rank!

This was a priceless treasure!

If what Zhou Chen lacked was not Soul Rings rather than Soul Power, he would have used it on himself immediately.

But even if he did not use it himself, he could use this pill to win over someone useful to him.

Unfortunately, Titled Douluo could not use it. Otherwise, he could have used it to rope Tang Hao in as a temporary thug.

As for other powerful figures, Zhou Chen did not know any of them.

Even if he gave it to people like Ning Fengzhi, Flander, and Titan, who seemed fairly decent in the original story, Zhou Chen would not trust them!

People's hearts were impossible to predict these days. What if they accepted the pill, then turned around and slapped Zhou Chen to death? Who would he complain to then?

Only a transmigrator lacking in intelligence would give a precious breakthrough pill to a powerful stranger they neither knew nor understood. Even with an acquaintance, Zhou Chen would need to observe them for several years first.

But time waited for no one. Hunted by forces from every side, he simply could not hold on to this pill and wait for years.

After thinking it over, Zhou Chen felt that the only solution was to give the pill to someone timid and cowardly, relatively weak, and someone who could never defeat Zhou Chen—someone completely under his control, yet useful to him in certain ways.

For example... Yu Xiaogang, whose mutated spirit had permanently limited his Soul Power to rank 29, but who could train an army of Spirit Masters for Zhou Chen.

For someone like Yu Xiaogang, even if he broke through rank 30—or even rank 60—he would still be no match for Zhou Chen.

If he dared harbor disloyal thoughts, Zhou Chen could deal with him at any time.