Lucky Hong Yun

The atmosphere had already been tense, and Qin Feng's words only made it worse.

Everyone was frantic, cold sweat streaming down their heads, yet no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out what the answer was.

[Time's up. A participant will now be selected at random.]

The cold system announcement gave Di Jun and the others no chance at all.

Just like last time, when the system had randomly selected someone to be kicked out of the group chat.

Ten names appeared before everyone, and a golden dot moved among them, continuously making its selection.

Soon, it came to a stop.

Everyone stared intently.

That included Hong Yun and Kunpeng, who were in the middle of a chase.

They spared some of their attention to watch what was happening in the group.

But when they saw who had been selected,

everyone was dumbfounded.

The one who had to answer was none other than Hong Yun, the only person who had gotten a question right!

Aside from the two newcomers, everyone in the group didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They knew Hong Yun was still being hunted by Kunpeng.

He was already struggling to deal with Kunpeng on his tail, and now he had to answer a question in the group.

Otherwise, who knew what the system might randomly take from him? That would be just great.

Hong Yun's face turned deathly pale. He glared hatefully at Kunpeng behind him.

Kunpeng, however, could barely hold back his laughter.

East Prince Gong, beside him, was at a loss. He didn't know what had gotten into Kunpeng lately.

For no reason, Kunpeng would burst into tears, laugh, or suddenly fly into a rage.

"Hong Yun, let's see where you can run this time."

Kunpeng suddenly burst forward, startling East Prince Gong.

"Didn't you say you'd hold back and take your time chasing him? Why are you going all out now?"

East Prince Gong muttered.

But he, too, immediately gave chase.

He needed the Primordial Qi, after all. Who wouldn't want to attain the Dao?

"You damn Kunpeng! If I get some kind of reward, I'll pluck every last feather from your body!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Hong Yun tossed out a threat.

Then he quickly tried to remember what the Eastern Emperor Bell was called.

He was sure he'd heard it before.

The three minutes that usually passed in the blink of an eye now dragged on like an eternity.

Everyone, including the group leader Qin Feng, waited silently for Hong Yun's answer.

But as time went by, Hong Yun was still running and still hadn't remembered.

The countdown was about to hit zero.

[10, 9, 8, 7, 6... 3, 2, 1]

With only one second left, Hong Yun, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"I remember! The Eastern Emperor Bell's original name was the Chaos Bell. It evolved from a part of the Great God Pangu, but it was born alongside Eastern Emperor Taiyi, so it was later renamed the Eastern Emperor Bell."

Everyone in the group stared wide-eyed at the answer.

Di Jun: "Why does that sound kind of reasonable, yet I can't put my finger on what's wrong with it?"

Nuwa: "Please. That kid's just guessing. I refuse to believe he can get two questions right in a row."

Houtu: "Not necessarily. Maybe he's just lucky. I think someone's jealous."

Nuwa: "You Witch Race woman, what have I ever done to you? Why do you keep picking on me?"

Houtu: "I didn't say anything. You jumped in on your own. How is that my fault?"

Nuwa: "..."

A violent tremor erupted across Buzhou Mountain, as if it were about to destroy the entire region.

Everyone in the area, whether human or demon, looked fearfully toward the mountaintop.

They raised their heads, trembling.

"Houtu, just you wait. Don't let me get the chance, or I'll make sure to join the battle between the Witch and Demon Races."

Nuwa gritted her teeth.

Then she waited for the system's response.

Jieyin: "Why hasn't the group leader announced the answer yet? I'm about to die of impatience."

"Ahem, what's the rush? I was just giving you all a little more time to chat and liven up the group. Since you want to know the answer so badly, I'll tell you."

"The answer is correct. The Eastern Emperor Bell was originally called the Chaos Bell. Hong Yun has already explained why it was renamed."

Qin Feng answered leisurely this time.

He'd finally gotten to show off.

Up to now, this was the only answer among the ones they'd discussed that he knew.

That was why he'd been able to say it before the system announced the result.

Kunpeng: "How could this guy be so lucky? He got two questions right in a row!"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth in fury.

But then he wasn't so angry anymore, because Hong Yun was now trapped with nowhere to go.

Even if Hong Yun answered correctly and won a reward, wouldn't it end up belonging to Kunpeng anyway?

So what did he have to worry about?

[Congratulations, Hong Yun, on answering correctly. It has been detected that Hong Yun is in mortal danger. The reward may be exchanged for an escape treasure.]

The eleven people in the group, including Qin Feng, were stunned by the message.

Even Qin Feng, the group leader, had no idea what the system was up to.

He'd never seen the system act so considerate before. It had even turned against him, its own master.

How could it be so kind to someone else?

"I'll do it! I don't want the reward. Just hurry and give me an escape treasure!"

"I'm willing to trade a million years of cultivation and these ten immortal herbs for it."

As he spoke, Hong Yun took out ten immortal herbs.

The system, which had been silent until then, quickly completed the exchange as soon as it saw the payment.

[Reward exchange complete. One million years of cultivation have been deducted from Hong Yun.]

[Hong Yun's condition has been restored to its current peak, and he has obtained the one-use escape treasure, Myriad Miles of Clouds.]

Hong Yun, still fleeing, had been deathly pale just moments ago.

As soon as the system's announcement ended, his entire condition miraculously returned to its peak.

Even the several mouthfuls of blood essence he'd spat out earlier had been restored.

The million years of cultivation were the one exception.

More importantly, a mass of seven-colored clouds appeared in his hand.

Hong Yun could feel that he could use the cloud to escape at any time.

But now he wasn't in much of a hurry.

He wanted to see the furious look on Kunpeng's face.

He turned around.

Kunpeng was so enraged that smoke seemed to pour from his ears. He had no idea what expression to make in the face of this turn of events.

If only he'd known, he would've paid a price to snatch the question for himself, just so he could catch Hong Yun.

The reward for this question was nothing compared to the Primordial Qi.

"Kunpeng, I'll remember what you did today. I'll repay you a hundredfold someday—if you're still alive by then."

Hong Yun got his wish and saw Kunpeng's furious expression.

He sneered and immediately activated the colorful cloud in his hand.

It turned into a streak of light and vanished before the two of them.