Does Fortune Really Exist? Lu Lin's Suggestion

Now that everything had settled, there was no reason for Lu Lin to keep hiding the truth from Zhao Futu. He told him he was going to the Three Swords Network.

Zhao Futu froze.

"Boss, why? How'd you end up going to the Three Swords Network? Don't tell me you bought something there and didn't pay, so they're holding you hostage."

Lu Lin's mouth twitched helplessly.

What kind of wild imagination did Zhao Futu have?

But that wasn't important. What really worried Lu Lin was the cluster of formations behind Zhao Futu's head.

Lu Lin brought Zhao Futu to his home in the Sacred Martial Pavilion.

He greeted Liu Weiran, then went straight down to the basement.

He had Zhao Futu sit cross-legged, then released his mental power to examine Zhao Futu's condition.

"Huh?"

Lu Lin couldn't help feeling curious.

The cluster of formations had faded considerably.

Comparing it to how it looked before, Lu Lin realized that Zhao Futu's lifespan would increase.

That was because the Hundred Year Curse's hold over Zhao Futu had weakened.

Not only that, the power of several other formations had also diminished to varying degrees.

Lu Lin couldn't figure out why.

The cluster of formations shouldn't have much to do with Zhao Futu's increase in strength. Nor did it seem particularly related to his age or his comprehension of the Great Dao.

Could it be Python Gold?

That couldn't be it, either. Python Gold's main function was to store the Great Dao. Aside from that, its only unique trait was that it could freely shift between solid and semiliquid states.

Then...

For some reason, an idea suddenly appeared in Lu Lin's mind.

An utterly outrageous idea.

Killing people.

Plundering fortune.

Zhao Futu didn't put much stock in the idea of fortune, but when he