Zhang Qingyuan ultimately failed to grasp that fleeting aura of luck,
and finally gave up thinking about it.
If he could not figure it out, then he would not think about it.
At worst, he could remember the thought. Perhaps once his cultivation strength rose in the future, he would have a chance to catch that flash of inspiration?
Besides,
before long, another matter completely drew away Zhang Qingyuan's attention as he walked through the outside world.
"This is..."
Inside a crowded tavern, the spacious hall was packed wall to wall with people. One after another, they looked up at the storyteller onstage, their expressions utterly absorbed in the thrilling, impassioned tale spilling from the storyteller's mouth.
Zhang Qingyuan was somewhat dumbfounded.
Because this story,
the more he listened, the more it resembled Little Ming Cultivation Story, which he had written many years ago shortly after being transmigrated to this world!
Back then, in order to study the cheat-like functions of the Proficiency Panel in his mind, Zhang Qingyuan had tried every possible method, testing all sorts of tricks he had seen in novels from his previous life.
Unfortunately, no matter how he experimented, he could not find any way to make the proficiency values on the Proficiency Panel produce a bouncing plus sign.
It was only after he finally tried using Spirit Stones and confirmed that the Proficiency Panel truly only displayed his own status, without any ability to cheat his way into leveling up, that Zhang Qingyuan completely gave up and devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation.
During those repeated experiments,
The Tale of Xiao Ming's Immortal Cultivation had been one of the works.
Back then, Zhang Qingyuan had wondered whether his Golden Finger absorbed vague and ethereal powers such as the faith generated by novels to cheat and