Xiao Wu suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise and looked at Qi Lin.
"Brother Qi Lin, what did you just do to me? I suddenly feel all warm inside."
Qi Lin rubbed Xiao Wu's head and said with a smile, "I was testing a small feature of my new cultivation art."
"Oh, I see!" Xiao Wu asked curiously. "Then what does it do?"
Qi Lin smiled. "Haven't you always been jealous that I can pick up gold coins anywhere I go? For a while, you might get that kind of good luck too."
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, and she cheered.
"It can do that too?!"
"Brother Qi Lin, does this cultivation art let you lend your good luck to me?"
Qi Lin smiled faintly.
"More or less."
Of course, Xiao Wu's luck could never reach his level, but he could still alter her fortune to a certain extent.
Seeing Qi Lin admit it, Xiao Wu was immediately overjoyed.
The others also revealed shocked expressions when they heard this.
What kind of cultivation art could lend luck to other people? It was simply unbelievable.
However, when they remembered that Qi Lin had created this cultivation art, they found it perfectly reasonable.
After all, Qi Lin had always been an omnipotent existence in their eyes.
With that thought, everyone looked at Xiao Wu with undisguised envy.
Seeing this, Qi Lin laughed heartily and snapped his fingers.
The Qi Luck Kirin in his sea of consciousness spat out another stream of golden gas, distributing a small portion to each of them.
This amount of luck was negligible to him, no more than a drop in the ocean.
If his current total luck amounted to one million, and it was still steadily increasing at a slow pace with no upper limit