When Fortune Turns, One Box Changes Your Fate!

"Now that I've reached Level Three, is it this hard to farm?" Zhou Qing frowned.

Or perhaps it could only be refreshed in tense group settings corresponding to that level—among Golden Core Realm cultivators?

Looking at the surrounding disciples, most of whom were merely in Qi Condensation or Foundation Establishment, Zhou Qing had a guess.

"Fourth Child!"

Yan Xiaohu soon came over, his face brimming with excitement.

"Sold it?" Zhou Qing asked.

Yan Xiaohu shook his head. "The price they offered was too low. I'm planning to find some rich bumpkin and make a good killing."

"Who?" Zhou Qing asked curiously.

Yan Xiaohu immediately chuckled. "Old Mo. He can give us at least this much."

Zhou Qing ignored the "six" gesture Yan Xiaohu made and hurriedly asked, "Master's divine soul is injured?"

Yan Xiaohu nodded slightly. "It's an old injury from many years ago, but it's nothing serious. Don't worry."

Watching Yan Xiaohu endlessly dream of getting rich, Zhou Qing understood that making money was only a minor matter. Third Senior Brother's true purpose was to bring this Ink Soul Jade back for their master. Though he usually seemed carefree and rough around the edges, his heart was more delicate than anyone's.

"Fine, then sell it to Master!" Zhou Qing smiled as well.

The next day!

Zhou Qing went back to the chicken coop to search, then looked around the nearby area.

After all, the Old Hen had poor eyesight. Maybe it had laid the egg somewhere else. But after searching all around, he still found nothing.

Zhou Qing was in no hurry. He continued feeding it a smashed Spirit Stone, and right on schedule, Third Senior Brother's shout rang out from outside.

When Zhou Qing opened the courtyard gate, Yan Xiaohu held a Storage Bag and grinned.

"Six thousand Spirit Stones in hand. As we agreed before, we split it forty-sixty. This is yours," Yan Xiaohu said.

But Zhou Qing waved his hand. "Why split things so precisely between brothers? Fifty-fifty is fine!"

"I like how straightforward you are, Fourth Child. Alright then, Jade Cuisine Hall tonight—I'm treating!" Yan Xiaohu could not help licking his lips.

Zhou Qing's eyes immediately lit up.

"You said it!"

"A gentleman's word is chased down by four galloping horses. Come on, down the mountain!"

Having just received the Spirit Stones, Zhou Qing immediately became wary. "Going gambling again?"

"No, no. We've got money now, don't we? Let's see whether the other street stalls have anything good worth buying and try our luck!" Yan Xiaohu quickly said.

Only then did Zhou Qing secretly let out a breath of relief. He was afraid his senior brother would become addicted to it.

Then, the two headed down the mountain together.

Divine Peak!

Li Daoxuan and He Han arrived at Lu Yaoyao's residence. They called out several times in succession, yet received no response.

After exchanging glances, the two hurried inside.

Only after pushing open the door did they see their junior sister sitting blankly beside a stone table in the courtyard, holding a portrait and staring at it in a daze.

The two were puzzled and quietly stepped closer.

Only then did they see that the paper depicted a middle-aged man in somewhat ragged clothes. His face looked as though it had been mercilessly battered by the winds and sands of time, filled with the traces of hardship.

Within his deeply sunken eye sockets, his eyes were dim and lifeless. A broken sword was slung across his back, its blade incomplete, yet seeming to retain a hint of its former sharpness.

His hand tightly held that of a five- or six-year-old girl. Though the girl wore plain clothes, they had been washed very clean. Yet her eyes were full of fear and unease, as though some unknown thing behind them had been relentlessly hunting them down.

Such a strange portrait made the two furrow their brows slightly, unable to make heads or tails of it.

"Junior Sister?" Li Daoxuan could not help calling softly.

Lu Yaoyao was startled. Upon seeing that it was her two senior brothers, she hurriedly put away the portrait.

"Wh-what is it?" Lu Yaoyao asked in a panic, her eyes red-rimmed.

He Han hesitated before saying, "We agreed to go down the mountain today to buy you a Magic Robe. Eldest Brother and I called for you outside for ages. We thought something had happened to you, so we came in without permission. Are you... all right?"

Lu Yaoyao immediately looked embarrassed. "I-I forgot all about it. Sorry, Senior Brothers."

Li Daoxuan said, "It's all right, it's all right. That just now was..."

"Oh, it was nothing. I had a dream last night, and couldn't help drawing the scene from it. Please wait a moment. I'll go in and get ready."

After saying that, Lu Yaoyao wiped her eyes and hurried into her room.

Before long, Lu Yaoyao emerged in a new set of clothes, seeming once more to be the junior sister they knew. The three then headed down the mountain.

Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu strolled around casually, while Yan Xiaohu occasionally glanced in a certain direction.

When Zhou Qing turned his head, he saw Second Uncle smiling broadly as he waved a cloth bundle at Yan Xiaohu, his manner brimming with temptation.

Zhou Qing hurriedly tugged Yan Xiaohu and said, "That old man is doing it on purpose. Don't forget, when all's said and done, you're still down more than seven hundred Spirit Stones."

Yan Xiaohu withdrew his gaze, his face utterly serious. "When I, Yan Xiaohu, speak, one spit is one nail. If I said I wouldn't gamble, then I won't gamble. Just relax. Come on, let's look around over there."

"Returning customers get half off today! For the original price of one thousand Spirit Stones, you had a chance to win something good worth five thousand Spirit Stones. Now it's only five hundred Spirit Stones!"

A faint, seemingly absent voice drifted into Yan Xiaohu's ears, causing his advancing footsteps to halt abruptly.

Five hundred becoming five thousand—ten times the value!

But very quickly, his eyes filled with resolve, and he continued forward.

"Among today's blind boxes, there's a Top-Grade Fire Attribute Spirit Stone!"

When that bewitching voice came again, Yan Xiaohu's eyes immediately shone. Soon, he became deeply conflicted and could not help turning back toward Second Uncle's street stall.

One Top-Grade Spirit Stone was worth one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, or a full million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

This was utterly insane!

"Keep moving!"

Seeing the longing in Yan Xiaohu's eyes, Zhou Qing quickly turned his head back around.

"There's a Top-Grade Spirit Stone," Yan Xiaohu said, his mouth dry.

Zhou Qing looked toward Second Uncle's street stall, then said, "He's lying to you. If he had a Top-Grade Spirit Stone, would he be setting up a street stall here?"

Yan Xiaohu froze, then quickly came to his senses.

That was right. He had nearly fallen for it!

That damned old man was rotten to the core.

Watching the two walk farther and farther away, Second Uncle scratched his head and could not help smiling. Then he looked at the other disciples around him, whose expressions were far from friendly.

Yesterday, this bunch had spent a great deal of money and still failed to open anything at all. Now they were all keeping watch here, waiting to see whether anyone else came to buy. Best if they lost even their underpants, so these people could feel a little more balanced inside.

"New stock today. When fortune turns, one box changes your fate. Why not give it a try?" Second Uncle said with a smile.

Everyone snorted coldly in unison.

By evening, Zhou Qing had barely farmed a single Ignorance Point. Using Daily Appraisal, he bought the Old Hen some rare Spirit Rice, which, according to the appraisal, would greatly help it lay eggs.

"Senior Brother Zhou!" Just as Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu were preparing to return, they ran into Lu Yaoyao and her two senior brothers head-on.

Before Zhou Qing could avoid her, Lu Yaoyao hurried forward and immediately began apologizing.

She had been willful. She should not have meddled in other people's business, especially their private lives. She knew she was wrong now, and she would never dare do it again, and so on.

Seeing her looking so pitiful and delicate, could Zhou Qing really hold it against her?

After all, a good man did not fight with a woman.