You Truly Are Fated with Me, Everyone! (Fifth Update)

"Luck is like a tangible thing; this small cup can Alter Destiny of an ordinary person." Zhao Xing looked at the Luck Golden Cup.

The growth of fortune should occur in different kinds.

Perhaps it was Peach Blossom; she suddenly met a person of the opposite sex who was outstanding in every way, and then, blinded by love, she insisted on marrying him.

Or perhaps it refers to their financial fortune; within a few years, they will accumulate wealth that they could never have acquired in their entire lives.

There's also the possibility of encountering a benefactor who becomes Zhengzhi's patron, leading to his promotion.

If you're a cultivator? Then it's like finding a treasure in a pile of classic texts, snag a great bargain at an auction, encounter a master and receive guidance, or jump off a cliff and gain divine power.

It can be said that luck affects every aspect of life. Apart from lifespan, what Zhao Xing wants most is luck.

"Such a small cup can raise one's luck from Derivation One to Derivation Two, but I am already at Derivation Two luck, so I probably won't be able to reach level Derivation Three."

Zhao Xing put the cup to his nose and took a gentle sniff.

The fortune within the golden cup vanished instantly.

The cup was transformed into an ordinary Stone Cup.

"The feeling of my heart racing is gone, and everything is normal." Zhao Xing looked at the panel, and as he had predicted, there was no breakthrough, and he was still at the Derivation Two.

The Path of Luck is mysterious and difficult to improve, and Zhao Xing was not surprised.

"From Derivation Two to Derivation Three, I'll probably need to obtain two more portions of High-Grade Spiritual Elegance." Zhao Xing casually tossed the dull Stone Cup to the ground and walked out of the cave.

Although he didn't advance to the Derivation Three, he gained a small cup of luck, which means he'll definitely have good fortune in the future, though he doesn't know in what area.

"Hmm?" Zhao Xing felt a sense of emptiness and reluctance as he stepped out of the cave, as if he was about to miss a great opportunity.

"Meow~" The Mountain Cat rubbed against Zhao Xing in confusion. Why didn't it leave?

"Little Mountain Cat, is there anything else good in the cave?" Zhao Xing asked.

The Mountain Cat nodded, then shook its little head.

"Does it exist or not? Never mind... I'll go in and check myself."

Zhao Xing had just obtained a cup of luck, and good fortune was about to arrive, so he naturally wouldn't let this feeling go to waste.

Back inside the cave, they searched all four side passages thoroughly.

Zhao Xing searched for a full hour but found nothing unusual.

"It's strange. I searched all four side passages inside the cave but didn't find anything. However, as soon as I stepped out of the cave, that feeling of reluctance would come over me."

"Could it be my imagination? Have I placed too much faith in the effects of luck?" Zhao Xing was now questioning the meaning of life.

He re-entered the cave and came to the Icy Lotus.

"Could it be them? But these three Icy Lotus are far from mature. I'm so close, yet I don't feel Heart's Blood Surge urge to get close."

Being near a spiritually significant place will evoke a strong feeling, but one's luck is relatively vague.

"No, it's not them."

Zhao Xing did not destroy these immature spiritual essences. Destroying the spiritual essences that heaven and earth had not yet fully nurtured would bring misfortune.

Just then, Mountain Cat tugged at Zhao Xing's trouser leg.

"Hmm?" Zhao Xing looked down.

Suddenly, the Mountain Cat picked up the Stone Cup that Zhao Xing had thrown away, seemingly wanting to play with Zhao Xing.

"This broken cup is useless now, why are you still picking it up? Go away, I don't have time to play right now." Zhao Xing, somewhat annoyed.

"Meow~" The little Mountain Cat looked a little aggrieved.

"Oh dear, I'm not being mean to you... Okay, okay, come and play." Zhao Xing picked up the Stone Cup, intending to throw it away.

As soon as he picked it up, Zhao Xing raised an eyebrow.

The moment he picked up the cup, he suddenly felt a sense of peace.

"Could it be it?"

Logically speaking, since its luck has already dissipated, this is just an ordinary Stone Cup.

Zhao Xing examined it closely but couldn't see anything unusual about it.

"Little Mountain Cat, let's go."

Zhao Xing had a sudden thought and stepped out of the cave.

This time, he was far from the cave and did not experience that feeling of 'loss' again.

"It really is it!"

Zhao Xing happily rubbed the Mountain Cat's head. Although he didn't know what it would do, there was no doubt that the Mountain Cat had done a great service this time.

"Want to play? No problem, but it's not fun just the two of us. Let's find some other people, I'll make sure you have a good time."

After Zhao Xing and the Mountain Cat left, a figure riding Bamboo Horse gazed into the distance.

He watched the backs of the man and the cat, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, before quickly rushing into the cave.

At Yin Hour, the crowds in the Heavenly Altar Plaza gradually dispersed.

The last offerings to the temple have been made, and the temple gates have been closed again.

Everyone Shi Xin day's journey to find the spirit of the show.

However, the effect of burning incense gradually diminishes, and those who come later are destined to only be able to try their luck.

Others, however, were rapidly patrolling the mountains, trying to seize opportunities from others.

For a time, sounds of battle could be heard from all over the mountain.

On a cliff, there was a vibrant little tree with three purple, translucent fruits on it.

However, the sapling is very inconspicuous, growing in the crevices, and its fruit is also hidden by the dense leaves, making it difficult to spot.

"Clang!" Qin Feng plunged the knife into the rock, used the momentum to leap upwards for a distance.

"Sizzle sizzle~" The knife got stuck in the gap and slid down suddenly, causing gravel to fall, and Qin Feng also fell down.

"Brother Qin, be careful!"

"Brother Qin!"

The three companions below gasped in surprise.

Qin Feng suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and plunged it into the cliff face again, finally stopping his fall.

He found a foothold and finally managed to stand firm.

"Clang!"

The stone fell and shattered into pieces.

Qin Feng glanced down and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If he falls, he'll probably be just like a rock, smashing to pieces.

"This place is very strange. The higher you go, the greater the resistance becomes. You guys be careful," Qin Feng said, looking down.

"I felt it," his companion replied. "Otherwhere, I can easily jump seven or eight meters high, but now, even with all my strength, I can only jump one or two meters."

"Heavy Cliff, what a Heavy Cliff! This place is far too dangerous. I jumped down from three meters down before, and my feet were still sore from the impact." The other person was also still shaken and was having second thoughts.

"Keep it up! The harder it is, the rarer the treasure on this is. It might even be Mid-Grade Spiritual Elegance!" Qin Feng licked his lips.

"Yes, I'm here. Brother Qin, give me a hand."

"Good."

Although the climb was slow, the four of them worked together and conquered the more than 200-meter-high cliff.

"My heart is pounding! It must be Mid-Grade Spiritual Elegance!" Qin Feng looked at the small tree so close to him and couldn't help but show a greedy expression.

"Brother Qin, how many fruits does the sapling have?" someone below asked.

"There are three!" Qin Feng said with a smile.

"I quickly climbed down the cliff; it was so hard to breathe up there."

"Good."

It's impossible to consume fruit on a cliff, because a mid-grade Yuan Technique Spiritual Elegance) requires meditation and cultivation to increase one's Yuan Qi. As for comprehending the Dharma, that requires finding a secluded place.

On Heavy Cliff, it's difficult to even touch the ground with your toes. Who would dare to take the Lingxiu on such a place?

The four began to slowly climb down.

The descent was also somewhat dangerous, but fortunately no one was injured in the end.

They landed safely on the ground.

"We're on the ground." Qin Feng panted heavily, looking at his three Senior Brothers, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Three fruits, but four people, how to divide them?

Since it can't be divided evenly, wouldn't it be better if I took it all by myself?

"My three Senior Brothers, let's divide the spoils." Qin Feng walked over, his hand unconsciously gripping the hilt of his knife.

"Hahaha, it's better to be lucky than early, Brother Qin, what a coincidence..." Just then, a voice came from the woods, and several straw figures appeared carrying a chair, on which sat a smiling young man.

He pointed ahead and said, "Brother Qin, there are four of you, but only three fruits. Why not give them to me to prevent you four Senior Brothers from killing each other?"

"What?" Qin Feng was stunned and recognized the familiar voice.

He was about to make a move, but before the other person could finish speaking, a dark figure rushed over.

The next moment, Qin Feng felt a numbness in his tendons, and he immediately lost his grip on the three fruits.

Upon closer inspection, it had vanished and appeared in Zhao Xing's hand.

"You, you..." Qin Feng really wanted to cut this man's handsome face. This man was too unfair. He had stolen from him again and Returning the Dao his thoughts.

"Brother Qin, I helped you resolve the crisis, and you don't even say thank you? Are all the people from the Lake City Martial Division so ungrateful?"

"I..." Qin Feng looked at the other person, his heart filled with anger, and he kept cursing.

The other three also realized that Zhao Xing was the "senior" who had previously beaten them up. Although they were robbed, they dared not speak out against it.

"Thank you!" Qin Feng gritted his teeth and forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Guest Qi. I hope we'll meet again sometime." Zhao Xing waved his hand and instructed the straw figure to carry him away.

Qin Feng and the others watched helplessly.

There's nothing we can do; they're simply no match for us!

Zhao Xing patted the Mountain Cat in his arms. "Look, you took their things, and they still have to thank us. Isn't that fun?"

"Meow!" The Mountain Cat nodded its little head, indicating that it was very happy.

"..." Qin Feng could still hear his voice, and he was so frustrated that he felt like vomiting blood.

You're kidding me! My ancestors for eighteen generations have worked so hard to acquire this spiritual essence!

"Brother Qin, we have another location we could try our luck at, but let's forget about it," a junior disciple advised, seeing Qin Feng gripping his knife tightly.

"Yes, you are the forty-eighth incense stick, and the seventh brother is the forty-second incense stick. We still have a chance."

Except for the top ten who will be moved out, everyone else will leave the same way they came in. Qin Feng and his group acted together, and they were at more than one location.

"Let's go." Qin Feng had no choice but to regain his confidence and quickly leave for the next location.

East Lake Mountain truly lives up to its reputation as Spirit Mountain. When they went to the location mentioned by their "Seventh Junior Brother," they were surprised to sense Lingxiu's presence once again.

It was a pool of water, crystal clear, with two unidentified "eggs" at the bottom, emitting faint glows.

"It seems to be Low-Grade Spiritual Elegance?"

"Indeed, my intuition tells me the same thing."

"Is the water deep?"

"It's not deep, only seven or eight meters!"

"Is there any danger?"

"I'll try throwing a stone."

"Thump~"

The stone sank into the pool, but no wild beasts appeared.

The four were overjoyed; they were truly lucky!

Generally speaking, even if you know the location of Lingxiu, it is still difficult to obtain it.

Climbing those Heavy Cliff cliffs would be extremely difficult and even dangerous.

Although it's only Low-Grade Spiritual Elegance right now, there are two of them, and there's no danger involved, so it's practically free.

"Seventh Junior Brother is really lucky. The forty-second incense stick had this effect, and it didn't even require any effort."

"Yes, it's a pity that Senior Brother Qin discovered it..."

"Let's not talk about that." Qin Feng waved his hand. "Who's going down?"

"I'll go."

Soon, someone pulled two unidentified "eggs" out of the pool.

The joy of experiencing spiritual beauty dispelled some of the previous gloom.

However, before they could even feel happy, a familiar voice rang out.

"Haha, you all are truly destined to meet me."

"Very well, I'll avert another disaster for you!"

Zhao Xing lay back in the chair, grinning, and stroked the Mountain Cat.

With a whoosh, the Mountain Cat leaped away like lightning.

The seventh junior brother, who was holding two eggs, suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist and then discovered that the treasure had vanished.

"Damn it, this is outrageous!" Qin Feng cursed inwardly, instinctively drawing his knife.

"Senior Brother, forget it, forget it..." The other three quickly grabbed Qin Feng, "Have you forgotten about how we were hung up and beaten?"

Seeing that Qin Feng still dared to draw his sword, Zhao Xing smiled smirkly and said, "What, I helped you avert disaster, and you still don't appreciate it?"

Qin Feng drew his sword and said to his seventh junior brother beside him, "Junior brother, do you think my sword looks good?"

Seventh Junior Brother: "..."

After being robbed twice by the same group, Zhao Xing also felt that Qin Feng and his companions were incredibly unlucky.

"Perhaps it's not that they're unlucky, but rather that others have become lucky, and in comparison, they seem to be at a disadvantage."

"The strong always get stronger. After the first and second nights, the gap between the officials who were originally about the same size widened."

"It's not just about cultivation level and magic, but also about the luck in the dark."

Without a doubt, Zhao Xing is now a strong person!

"After eating those three fruits, I've broken through to the Gathering Yuan Seventh Level. Although my realm isn't among the highest on the mountain, I have Little Mountain Cat. In terms of combat power, there aren't many who can beat me." Zhao Xing was in a very good mood.

Before he went up the mountain, he was only at the Gathering Yuan Fourth Level, but now he has Gathering Yuan Seventh Level in Heavenly Timing!

Normally, even with good talent, it would take at least three months to cultivate.

As for the improvement of magic, that's even more exaggerated. If one hadn't gone up the mountain, it might have taken a year to reach that level. After all, following the proper steps doesn't mean one can cultivate all day long; there are also various worldly affairs to deal with.

How could cultivation be so fast if it were done step by step?

"Low-Grade Spiritual Elegance." Zhao Xing picked up the two eggs, examined them, then cracked the shells and sucked out the yolks and egg whites.

[You have consumed Low-Grade Spiritual Elegance, granting you an additional year of lifespan.]

[You have consumed Low-Grade Spiritual Elegance, granting you an additional year of lifespan.]

"My extra lifespan has increased by 38 years." Zhao Xing was quite satisfied. "I've made a little progress towards my goal of immortality."

"After receiving a cup of luck, I have already encountered 'good luck' twice in a row. According to the pattern, there should be another 'good luck' in a short period of time."

"I don't know where it should be."

Zhao Xing instructed the straw figure to carry him and walk aimlessly.

"Cousin, after consuming this Yuan Technique Spiritual Elegance, your injuries should be a bit better, right? Have you made any breakthroughs?" Zhang Boran sat on a rock to rest at the foot of a sheltered slope.

"Breakthrough? Hmph!" Wen Zhao sneered.

"No way, he hasn't broken through yet?"

"If it weren't for you, would I have wasted this spiritual essence?" Wen Zhao pointed to his swollen eye sockets. "Most of its effects were used to heal my wounds!"

Zhang Boran stammered, "Cousin, this... this can't be blamed on me. Who would have thought that spendthrift son could invite an old Divine Temple official?"

"Alas, it's all fate and destiny," Wen Zhao sighed heavily.

They originally had a chance to obtain the third incense stick and find out the whereabouts of the High-Grade Spiritual Elegance.

However, Zhang Boran was interfered with by "Yuan Bo" and only entered as the 10th person, which was far from what was expected.

Only those in the top five can receive the True Lord's divine intervention and have their requests granted. Those who come after that have a very slim chance of obtaining the High-Grade Spiritual Elegance.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Boran chose the Mid-Grade Spiritual Elegance, which offered a higher probability of success, and thus secured two positions.

However, after he went out, he did not take any action, but instead went to find Wen Zhao first.

After finding one of the spiritually significant places for Wen Zhao to heal his wounds, they went to find the second place.

Without Wen Zhao, he would just be an ordinary Gathering Yuan Eighth Level martial artist; with Wen Zhao, he would be stronger than an average Gathering Yuan Ninth Level.

It's definitely safer to travel with my cousin.

Below them was a small valley with an incredibly thick Monkey Tree in the middle, covered with many golden chestnuts, but guarded by many magnificent ape-like beasts.

"Cousin, have you rested enough?" Zhang Boran was eager to try, as he could sense that there were many treasures in the Flour Mountain that attracted him.

"You stand to the east, at the edge of the sky, your spirit sweeps across the universe, reaching far and wide."

As Wen Zhao muttered incantations, Zhang Boran immediately became energetic and his complexion turned rosy.

He leaped from the rock and plunged into the valley.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Boran reappeared on the hillside.

He had a bloody scratch on his left shoulder, his hair was flying, and he was running fast.

Upon seeing this, Wen Zhao was greatly alarmed. "How come you even lost your knife?"

"Cousin, run! We've got a big catch!"

Zhang Boran wasn't at all saddened by losing his battle sword. His arms were bulging, and he was also holding an earthenware jar under his arm, sealed with mud.

"The land is my heart's desire, Inches Away, Ends of Earth!" Wen Zhao muttered to himself, and with one step, he appeared a hundred meters away.

Zhang Boran was running with all his might, with angry roars coming from behind him as many monkeys chased him from the ground and trees.

The two of them didn't know how far they had run.

Finally, the monkey cries behind us ceased.

"Yes, that's enough." Wen Zhao was exhausted.

"Phew~" Zhang Boran also stopped.

"We've shaken them off. There's a bamboo grove ahead; let's rest there."

"This bamboo grove is quite tall and looks very dense, making it a good hiding place."

"Okay." Zhang Boran nodded, and the two walked towards the bamboo forest ahead.

Zhao Xing, who was waiting for the Adamantine Bamboo to mature in the bamboo forest, suddenly heard a faint sound.

He got up from the recliner and looked at the two figures in front of him with a strange expression.

"That's... Wen Zhao and Zhang Boran?"