Those two words—fortune—were so ethereal, like a myth veiled in clouds. They instantly cooled the heart that had just been racing with excitement at the discovery of a new source of wealth.
His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Tan Lei, scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes. "Fortune? That sounds far too mysterious."
“You can't see it or touch it. Can you even eat it? Why would the Sect go to so much trouble to control Mortal kingdoms just for some elusive thing?”
In his view as a transmigrator, profit was what mattered most.
Fortune, destiny—those were nothing but excuses written by the victors.
"Brother Xuan, you mustn't underestimate it!"
Seeing that Zhou Xuan didn't believe him, Tan Lei's expression turned grave in an instant. He looked even more solemn than he had when making his Heavenly Dao oath.
"Fortune is indeed mysterious, but it absolutely exists, and its effects are greater than you can imagine!"
Tan Lei took a deep breath and carefully gathered his thoughts, trying to explain this abstruse concept clearly.
"Put it this way, Brother Xuan. If a region has flourishing fortune, the odds of heavenly treasures and outstanding Spirit Roots appearing there increase dramatically!"
"Take our Spirit Sword Pavilion, for example!"
Light gleamed in Tan Lei's eyes.
"Why has our Sect become a renowned powerhouse and endured for so long? Because the land it occupies is rich in fortune!"
"That's why the number of geniuses in our Sect ranks among the highest in the surrounding provinces!"
"Every few years, several astonishingly gifted disciples emerge to support the Sect's future."
“And think about it: even we Chore Disciples can sense Spiritual Energy and cultivate, even if most of us have Five Elements Waste Spirit Roots or flawed Spirit Roots!”
Tan Lei pointed at himself, then