Plotting to Seize Fortune

Zhu Yan and Fatty Yan had followed the Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto for many years.

They knew their master was mysterious and powerful, a being beyond ordinary mortals.

Their master could even remake bodies at will, a feat only gods and Buddhas should have been capable of.

He was generous, too, handing out cultivation arts, secret techniques, and wondrous methods whenever he pleased.

But there was one thing: the Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto was harsh and ruthless. If they botched a task he gave them, a whipping was the least they could expect. At worst, they would lose their lives!

Yet neither had imagined that after they botched this task, their master would not only spare them punishment but grant them two bodies, so their Primordial Spirits no longer had to crowd into one.

Had their master taken the wrong medicine?

They stood stunned for a moment, forgetting even to thank him.

The enormous face the Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto had formed darkened. "What? I spare your lives, and you don't know what to make of it?"

Both hurriedly shook their Primordial Spirit forms. "We wouldn't dare! Thank you, Master!"

The Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto snorted. "I'm not punishing you this time because you lost to Chen Yuan. The fault wasn't yours.

"I've told you before: every few hundred or thousand years, people blessed with great fortune emerge in this world.

"Only by holding the fortune of heaven and earth can they use it to reach the pinnacle.

"Lü Chongyang was one. Ning Canghai was another. The founders of dynasties who brought chaotic ages to an end also counted, though most of them only counted halfway.

"Five hundred years ago, two people blessed with such great fortune appeared at once.

"People like them are often exceedingly