The third strike!
"Congratulations, Miss Xun'er! You've won a Subor Q400!"
The instant Immortal Chen finished speaking, a black rectangular game console appeared in his hands.
Perhaps because they had never seen one before, many of the onlookers craned their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of the treasure.
"Immortal, could you demonstrate how this treasure works?" At everyone's insistent request, Immortal Chen gripped the controls on either side of the console, and images gradually appeared on its palm-sized screen.
Then...
"Heavens, what is that? The people inside are actually moving! This is incredible!"
"Immortal, I want to open jars too!"
"I'm not going anywhere today unless I win that treasure!"
As the crowd erupted into a clamor, Immortal Chen hurriedly raised a hand. "Everyone, please quiet down. One at a time."
Then he turned to Xiao Yan and said pointedly, "By the way, Young Master Xiao, did you get a good look at that demonstration? With your intelligence, you should know how to use this thing, right?"
"Yes. Thank you for demonstrating it yourself, Immortal Chen."
"Haha, don't mention it. Consider it a welcoming gift for a fellow townsman." Immortal Chen withdrew his gaze, narrowed his eyes, and turned to Xiao Xun'er. "Miss Xun'er, you may continue."
"All right." After just one try, Xiao Xun'er was already getting hooked. The uncertainty and anticipation were positively intoxicating.
Only now did she understand how Elder Ling had felt when he spent all three hundred thousand gold coins.
Her hesitant little hand brought the hammer down again.
The fourth strike!
"Congratulations, Miss Xun'er! You've won a solar charger!"
"With this, these game consoles can stay powered twenty-four hours a day."
This time, before anyone could ask, Immortal Chen took the initiative and explained what these things did.
Whether anyone else understood was irrelevant. He only needed Xiao Yan to understand.
The fifth strike!
"Congratulations, Miss Xun'er! You've won a GPD Win 3!"
The sixth strike!
"Congratulations, Miss Xun'er! You've won a complete murder mystery role-playing set!"
"A gathering place for offline murder mystery enthusiasts, where players can experience the fun of live-action role-playing through cards and props."
The seventh strike!
"Congratulations, Miss Xun'er! You've won the Nintendo Game Console Series!"
The eighth strike!
"Congratulations, Miss Xun'er! You've won a MatePad Pro tablet!"
Three thousand gold coins plus five more strikes, and everything she received was game-related. Although Xiao Xun'er did not know exactly what these things did, she found them all fascinating.
After putting away all her prizes, Xiao Xun'er decided to quit while she was ahead. She took Xiao Yan's hand, intending to leave.
Immortal Chen's brow tightened, and he hurriedly called out, "Young Master Xiao, all nine return to one. You're already at the eighth strike, so how about I give you one more for free?"
"One free strike for me?" Xiao Yan looked back at him, his face betraying nothing, though inwardly he was deeply puzzled.
Even now, he still had no idea what medicine the man was selling in his gourd.
"Xun'er, do you still want to open jars?"
"Yes, yes, yes! This is so much fun." Xiao Xun'er nodded like a pestle pounding garlic.
"Then go open another..."
Before Xiao Yan could finish, Immortal Chen immediately interrupted him. "Wait, Young Master Xiao. This strike is my gift to you. Naturally, you have to use it yourself."
"That's right, Brother Xiao Yan. You should take the last turn. You've barely played at all this whole time. I'm sure your luck won't be bad."
"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."
He returned to the stall, but just before he could pick up the little hammer, Immortal Chen pressed his hand down and whispered, "Little brother, I'm from Earth. How about we find somewhere to talk after this?"
"You're really from Earth?"
"What else? Didn't you see those things just now? Would this world have anything like them?"
"All right. Let's meet at the pavilion courtyard by the little lake nearby."
"Sure. Consider this last strike a welcoming gift from your big brother. I guarantee you'll like it."
The two exchanged smiles, each harboring his own hidden schemes.
The ninth strike!
Immortal Chen did not announce the prize's name as he had before.
As for Xiao Yan, an odd expression appeared on his face the moment he saw it.
He put it into his Storage Ring with the speed of thunder striking before anyone could cover their ears.
Despite how quickly he moved, someone observant still caught a glimpse.
"What was that just now?"
"I didn't get a clear look. It seemed like a doll, but it was different from the cloth dolls we usually see."
"He hid it so quickly. It must be something extraordinary."
Some had thoughts of stealing the treasure, but lacked the strength to do so.
After all, he was the Xiao Clan's third young master. No matter how useless he was, he still had a Five-Star Da Dou Shi father backing him.
After leaving the Market District.
Xiao Yan arrived at the agreed meeting place.
It was the season when lotus leaves flourished, and Xiao Xun'er was having a wonderful time playing beside the pond.
She was a very perceptive girl, knowing what she should listen to and what she should not.
Soon, Immortal Chen approached across the wooden bridge, dressed in black robes with both sleeves hanging empty.
The moment they met, he walked up with easy familiarity and clasped Xiao Yan's hand, saying excitedly, "When fellow townsmen meet, tears fill both their eyes! Little brother, your big brother has finally found you!"
"Oh, big brother, take it easy. Let's sit down and talk." Had so many strange things not happened lately, he might really have believed this outpouring of genuine emotion.
Immortal Chen's voice choked up. "Little brother, who would have thought we'd only just reunite today, only to be separated by life and death so soon?"
"Separated by life and death?" Xiao Yan asked, feigning surprise. "Big brother, do you have some terminal illness?"
"Pah, pah, pah! Not me. I'm talking about you."
"Me? What's wrong?"
"Did you recently take someone named Yao Chen as your master? I'm telling you, you must be careful around him. He's using you, and his intentions are anything but good."
"What do you mean?"
"Did he tell you he has an incredibly powerful cultivation technique called the Flame Mantra? Don't learn it. Whatever you do, don't learn it. It'll ruin you. That old man wants to turn you into a vessel for himself."
"Do you have any evidence?"
Immortal Chen was delighted to hear this.
He proceeded to recount the early plot of Battle Through the Heavens, occasionally weaving in later developments.
Most of it was something he made up anyway.
In his telling, Yao Lao was an outright villain who committed every evil imaginable.
He had no dignity befitting his age, and would not leave a single one of the protagonist's women alone.
Beyond that, he was also an exceptionally cunning strategist.
Early on, his soul was weak, so he focused on exploiting others.
In the middle, he rose to power and gradually bared his fangs.
By the end, he grew arrogant, turned on his benefactor, and devoured him.
"Little brother, I have no reason to lie to you. Just look at my abilities. I can even conjure things from the future for you. I wouldn't spin such an enormous lie just to trick you out of that paltry Storage Ring."
"All right. That's a lot to take in. Let me go back and think it over."
Had he not come here as a transmigrator, he might genuinely have believed the man's pack of nonsense.
Unfortunately, the current Xiao Yan was no longer the Xiao Yan whom people could bully at will in a fanfiction world!
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