The Sixth Draw

Rubbing his finger, Mu Chen produced a silver-white Storage Ring in his palm. It was Rob's Storage Ring.

Looking at the glittering gold strewn across the ground, Mu Chen's breathing grew hurried. His stiff mouth stretched into a grin, and he blinked hard. The contents of this Storage Ring had completely exceeded his expectations.

"I've struck it rich—its total value is around 1.2 million gold coins." Mu Chen clicked his tongue, his eyes shining as he rubbed his hands together. Still, he muttered in confusion, "Rob was only an ordinary Four-Star Da Dou Shi. How did the wealth in his Storage Ring surpass even that fraud Ha Lang's by so much? Where did he get such a fortune?"

For a mercenary group whose highest-ranked member was merely a Da Dou Shi, even if Rob had saved up for his entire life, there was no way he could have been richer than a Third-Grade Alchemist.

With so many gold coins, he could have gone to the prosperous, extravagant cities of the Jia Ma Empire and lived in comfort. Why would he need to remain in impoverished Stone Desert City?

Shaking his head slightly, Mu Chen wore a wide smile. No matter how Rob had acquired his wealth, it was now all Mu's.

He grabbed a handful of glittering gold coins and tossed them in the air, but suddenly felt that there were still too few.

Patting his cheeks, Mu Chen felt that there was something seriously wrong with that line of thinking. It was downright sick.

With a sweep of his hand, everything on the ground was instantly sacrificed by Mu Chen. He received a total of 1,200 points. Added to the 1,000 points he had left earlier, Mu Chen's eyes lit up. He could draw again.

"Draw. I have to draw. I'm a European Emperor now. This time, I'll definitely draw the Frost Chill." Mu Chen said viciously. The last two rounds of draws had both yielded great items, and he had become completely lost in the aura of a European Emperor.

With a thought, the wheel world descended. Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Chen instantly put in 1,500 points.

After a brief wait, Mu Chen looked up and immediately pulled a long face, cursing, "Damn it, I have a MMP and I don't know whether to say it or not.

"1,500 points for a mere Profound Tier Mid-Level Dou Skill? This is fucking ridiculous."

Only after a long while did Mu Chen suppress the indignation on his face. The items in the Wheel Prize Pool were all laid out there. It was entirely possible to exchange high points for something of low value, so it was normal for him to lose out now.

Otherwise, if he always wanted to take advantage of the system with cheap points, how could the system's advantages be so easily exploited?

"This is my sixth draw. There have been fifteen rewards in total, and nine remain in the Wheel Prize Pool.

"Once I complete the mission to obtain the Green Lotus Core Flame, I'll have six draw tickets. That means I only need to spend points on three more draws to clear out the purple-grade Wheel Prize Pool."

Widening his eyes, Mu Chen stared at the slowly spinning 500,000 and 1,000,000 gold coin rewards in the prize pool. Those two items were absolute traps. Next were the two High Xuan Tier Dou Skills...

"What exactly is inside the ultimate prize? I really can't wait."

After fantasizing for a while, Mu Chen returned to the real world and took a blue orb of light from his inventory.

Wind Shadow Step, Profound Tier Mid-Level movement Dou Skill, blue quality, value: none.

Effect: Harness spiritual wind to enhance one's speed. Once mastered to the highest level, wind afterimages can be created while moving to confuse opponents.

It achieved its best effect when activated with wind-attributed Dou Qi. Other attributes could also cultivate it, but would not gain the effect of wind afterimages.

"Tch, it's certainly exquisite, but I don't have a wind attribute. For me, this Wind Shadow Step is at most equivalent to an ordinary Profound Tier Mid-Level movement Dou Skill. It's pretty useless."

Complaints aside, Mu Chen understood that having more skills never hurt. Another movement Dou Skill could improve his combat strength somewhat. It was better than having nothing.

On Misty Cloud Mountain, inside a majestic building, an elite disciple hurried in. He first performed a respectful bow. Only after a soft acknowledgment sounded did he step forward several paces and present the secret letter in his hand to an elderly man seated in a luxurious chair. The old man wore a white cloud-patterned robe, had an ordinary face, and was resting with his eyes closed.

This old man was Yun Leng, the grand elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, whose fame resounded throughout the Jia Ma Empire.

"Grand Elder, this is a secret letter sent by the 'Eyes' in Stone Desert City at the empire's border. Please review it."

After handing the secret letter to Yun Leng, the elite disciple, who knew the temperament of this Misty Cloud Sect grand elder well, immediately withdrew at a brisk pace.

Only after the elite disciple had left did Yun Leng slowly open the letter. At first, his expression was calm, but after giving it a rough glance, he suddenly sprang to his feet. His aged eyes sharpened like an eagle about to hunt.

"There are actually traces of a Heavenly Flame! A Five-Star Dou Master killed a Four-Star Da Dou Shi... Hm, even I could not have achieved such a record in my youth.

"Hm, stronger than I was in my youth. For him to possess such terrifying strength, there is a very high possibility that the youth mentioned in this letter possesses a Heavenly Flame."

Pacing back and forth, Yun Leng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a cruel expression crossed his face.

"King of Pills Gu He once asked me to search for the whereabouts of Heavenly Flames. He has searched for decades without finding one. If I deliver this news to him, the Dou Ling Pill I have always asked him to refine should finally be within reach."

Stroking his beard, Yun Leng recalled how Gu He had brushed aside his requests each time on the grounds that he was refining high-grade pills. But if he used the news of a Heavenly Flame as an exchange condition, Gu He would likely be unable to refuse again.

At the Dou Wang level, every increase of one star in strength was exceedingly precious. Even those with exceptional talent needed several years before they could possibly advance one star.

As for those of ordinary talent, it was perfectly normal to remain stuck in place for over a decade. Yun Leng was undoubtedly among the latter. He had been stuck at Five-Star Dou Wang for more than ten years.

Yun Leng understood that his potential had been exhausted. Without a powerful opportunity, such as a Dou Ling Pill—an extraordinary medicinal pill capable of forcibly increasing one's strength by one star—he could only remain a Five-Star Dou Wang for the rest of his life.

"Before the old sect master entered seclusion, he instructed me that the Misty Cloud Sect must do everything possible to win over King of Pills Gu He, this Tier 6 Alchemist.

"Other than Yun Yun, that little girl, the thing most capable of attracting him is a Heavenly Flame. As long as a Heavenly Flame is used as the condition, the two words 'Honorary Elder' before his title will have to be removed."

He glanced toward the cloud-shrouded summit, where the sect master's palace stood. Yun Leng had no intention of reporting the news of the Heavenly Flame to Yun Yun. He was the sect's grand elder, second only to Yun Yun, the sect master, in authority. He had the right to decide such matters alone.

Not long after, before a magnificent palace halfway up the mountain, Yun Leng, dressed in white robes, descended from the sky. Retracting the Dou Qi wings behind his back, he instructed several disciples guarding the entrance, "Inform Elder Gu that Yun Leng has an important matter to discuss."

Just then, a man of around twenty emerged from the palace. He was remarkably handsome, though his handsome face carried a trace of arrogance. However, the Alchemist badge on his chest, engraved with three silver ripples, made it clear that he had the qualifications to be arrogant.

A Third-Grade Alchemist in his twenties was an absolute genius in the Jia Ma Empire. There were likely fewer than five in the entire empire, enough for any faction to eagerly extend an invitation.

The handsome young man was Gu He's disciple, Liu Ling.

"Greetings, Grand Elder. Unfortunately, my master has made a new breakthrough in alchemy. He is currently in seclusion refining a batch of high-grade medicinal pills and cannot be disturbed in the slightest by the outside world."

Repeating the words Gu He had instructed him to say, Liu Ling felt rather pleased with himself. Making a mighty Dou Wang suffer a closed door was an incredibly satisfying feeling.

"If Grand Elder has any business, you may also inform me. Once my master finishes refining the pills, I will certainly notify him at once," Liu Ling said rather blandly.

Yun Leng froze. Gu He had actually gone into seclusion at such a time. Looking at Liu Ling, whose outward expression was respectful but whose eyes held disdain, Yun Leng gave a heavy cold snort. With a sweep of his sleeve, he said indifferently, "Since Elder Gu is still in seclusion, then naturally his seclusion takes priority.

"As for my business, a junior of your Third-Grade level is not yet qualified to know of it."

After saying that, he ignored Liu Ling's alternating red and pale face. The person Yun Leng needed to win over was Gu He. How dare a mere Third-Grade junior look down on him?