Wu Qing's Luck

The events in Licheng City spread rapidly through the surrounding areas.

Yun Yue, the top courtesan of Yihongyuan, turned out to be a Great Snake?

Countless men were heartbroken.

The battle involving the Snake Demon became a hot topic of discussion among the public.

And what was discussed most, naturally, was the Divine Concealment Sect's new Holy Son, Jiang Ming.

"If it weren't for the Holy Son making a move, who knows how many people would have died at the hands of that evil beast."

"As expected of the Divine Concealment Sect's Holy Son. Once the Heaven Severing Sword was unleashed, the Snake Demon perished in an instant."

"I heard the Demon Core was shattered by the Holy Son's sword strike as well."

"Heh, I was fortunate enough to be there. I witnessed the Holy Son's Dharma manifestation; it was truly awe-inspiring, with power that surpassed the world, just like an Immortal."

The people said.

With this battle, the new Holy Son of the Divine Concealment Sect became famous throughout the world, and everyone who mentioned him did so with praise and admiration.

Their desire to pay homage was evident in their words.

Corpse Refining Courtyard:

Li Ye paced back and forth. The Snake Demon he had been thinking about day and night was finally dead.

However, would such a Great Snake be sent to the Corpse Refining Courtyard?

If it were sent to the Corpse Refining Courtyard, would it be given to him?

If he were to refine it, to what extent would his cultivation increase?

Li Ye was incredibly excited, yet also deeply worried.

A Great Demon of this scale was extremely rare. Even though it was dead, its entire body was a treasure.

The Snake Skin, Snake Blood, Snake Bone, Demon Core, and more all had great uses.

Li Ye worried that it would be processed internally by the Divine Concealment Sect.

If that happened, this great stroke of fortune would have nothing to do with him.

"It must be given to me."

"It should be given to me, right?"

Li Ye muttered to himself, pacing around the courtyard like an ant on a hot pan. He couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon at the Corpse Refining Courtyard.

The Esteemed Deacon, dressed in yellow robes, said lightly, "Draw lots."

Shortly after, someone brought over a teacup containing several slips of paper.

The heads of the twelve Corpse Incineration Halls did not dare to hesitate. The head of Courtyard No. 1 stepped forward first, opened the lid, and pinched a slip of paper out with two fingers.

He slowly unfolded it, then let out a sigh of relief.

Next was the head of Courtyard No. 2, but he stopped after taking only half a step. He turned his head, a playful expression on his face, and said, "Old Wu, why don't you go first?"

The scene erupted in laughter.

Wu Qing, the head of Courtyard No. 3, flushed red. "You dare look down on my luck?"

The head of Courtyard No. 4 teased, "Old Wu, look at what you're saying. You've drawn it so many times before, who would dare look down on your luck?"

The other heads joined in one after another:

"Exactly, exactly. If it weren't for the fact that the Corpse Incinerators in your Courtyard No. 3 have such tough lives, they would have died who knows how many times already."

"Old Wu, you don't have some grudge against that young man, do you? Trying to use this opportunity to get him killed—that's too cruel."

"If that young man knew you were setting him up like this, he'd probably undergo a Corpse Transformation the moment he died, then come to your room at night to choke you."

"Heh, I can't even imagine how much resentment he'd have by then. He might even become a Corpse Cultivator directly."

"Old Wu, you didn't cheat, did you? How do you manage to draw it every single time?"

Cheat your grandfather!

Wu Qing couldn't hold his head up under the teasing of the crowd, his face shifting between green and red.

He strode forward, passing the head of Courtyard No. 2, and said as he walked, "Fine, fine, fine! This time, I'll let you all see exactly who draws it."

Saying I'm abusing my power to settle a personal vendetta, deliberately sending my Corpse Incinerator to his death?

And cheating?

Truly outrageous.

Is this the kind of thing you can cheat on? Even if you could, is that how you'd do it?

Wu Qing was furious. He opened the lid and used two fingers to fish out one slip of paper after another from the cup.

After swapping back and forth, he finally chose a slip of paper that felt right in his hand.

The deacon in the yellow robe stood to the side; far from stopping them, he watched the scene with a smile.

As the slip was pulled out, Wu Qing opened a corner of it. The others cast curious glances his way, but he quickly folded it back up.

"Open it, why aren't you opening it?"

"Old Wu, you aren't feeling guilty, are you?"

"Are you too scared?"

Everyone said.

"You... you all draw, and we'll open them together."

"Sigh, Old Wu, you're such a killjoy. Fine, I'll draw. Watch me open it right now—nothing."

"I... don't have one either."

"I don't have one either."

"I don't have one either..."

When all the leaders of the Black-Clad Academicians spread out the slips in their hands, the atmosphere at the scene instantly turned strange.

All eyes immediately converged on Wu Qing.

Old Wu tremblingly opened the slip in his hand. A shallow mark was clearly drawn across it.

"Hahaha, as expected, it's you again, Old Wu."

"Old Wu, you really are driving the Corpse Incinerators under your command to their deaths."

"No wonder the Corpse Incinerators in your Courtyard No. 3 have died the most over these years. Old Wu, are you sure you didn't cheat?"

People laughed, mocking him as much as they could.

Cheat your grandfather.

Why the hell would I be bored enough to cheat on something like this?

Is this even how you cheat?

Old Wu cursed inwardly, and then began to doubt himself.

What the hell.

Could it be that I am a Child of Luck? Otherwise, how could I draw it every single time?

Seeing the results were out.

The Esteemed Deacon, dressed in a yellow robe, stepped forward to announce, "Courtyard No. 3 is assigned the Roast Chicken."

He then looked at Wu Qing approvingly. "Old Wu, your luck is decent. Teach me sometime."

The corner of Wu Qing's mouth twitched.

The Esteemed Deacon consoled him, "Although this was also decided by drawing lots, the probability of certain death isn't high. Set your mind at ease."

"Boss, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy?"

"You didn't draw it again, did you?"

"Boss, you really drew it?"

Seeing Wu Qing walk out with a gloomy expression, the Black-Clad Academicians of Courtyard No. 3 stepped forward one after another to ask.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Do you think I wanted to draw it?"

"What are you all standing there for? Go down and get ready!"

Wu Qing cursed loudly.

Good heavens, he really drew it.

The boss's luck is practically possessed by the God of Misfortune.

But a Corpse Incinerator can't withstand this kind of abuse.

Many Black-Clad Academicians held a moment of silence for Li Ye.

They wondered how many more times that kid could hold on.

After much bitter torment, the sky finally turned dark.

Evening descended.

Heavy knocking echoed from outside the door; the meal delivery had arrived.

Li Ye stepped out quickly, his entire being perking up.

After waiting bitterly all day, this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Creak!

The door opened. Li Ye lowered his head and saw a Roast Chicken and a jug of Daughter's Red wine placed on the ground.

It really was a Roast Chicken.

It was indeed a Roast Chicken.

It should be the Great Snake Demon, right?

Li Ye thought to himself.

The Roast Chicken represented the Corpse Incinerator's final meal; once eaten, one would have to face the fate of being devoured by a Fierce Corpse.

And at present, there was likely no Fierce Corpse more ferocious than a Snake Demon.

"But I can't rule out the possibility of it being a human corpse."

Li Ye thought.

After all, a Snake Demon was a treasure from head to toe. The Divine Concealment Sect would likely dismantle its corpse, so the possibility of them sending it over was slim.

Forget it, let nature take its course.

A human Fierce Corpse wouldn't be bad either.

Li Ye consoled himself, then tore into the Roast Chicken. To his regret, he found no information regarding this task; the practice of stuffing notes inside the chicken's belly was hit or miss.

Li Ye sighed inwardly, then began to eat in large mouthfuls.

He hadn't eaten anything decent for half a month. With one bite of Roast Chicken and one sip of Daughter's Red, his mouth was soon glistening with grease.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, the night had turned completely dark.

Rapid footsteps sounded from outside the door.

Li Ye had keen senses and was the first to hear the commotion.

He walked out of the room just in time to see two Corpse Deliverers carrying a stretcher, bringing over a corpse.

The corpse was blood-drenched. The blood had stained the corpse wrapping cloth a shocking shade of crimson, dripping steadily from the corner of the cloth.

It had been dripping the entire way.

Whoa, this fellow is in a sorry state.

Li Ye wore an expression of surprise.

Bang!

The Corpse Deliverers carried the corpse into the Corpse Incineration Hall. This time, they didn't place it on the ground but struggled to lift it onto the incineration rack before hurrying away.

Crash!

Immediately following, dozens of Black-Clad Academicians surged into the courtyard like a tide. They shut the gate, split into two rows, and surrounded the entirety of Courtyard No. 3.

They stood in a posture of strict readiness.

"Begin."

Wu Qing said in a deep voice to Li Ye, who was currently lost in thought.

Perhaps due to a sudden prick of conscience, he spoke up again, offering Li Ye a reminder that was unprecedented: "Be quick!"