Your Luck Really Is Rotten

"Great!"

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."

Snake Lance Douluo's face shone with joy and anticipation.

"There's one thing I should remind you of. What comes out of a jar depends entirely on luck. If your luck isn't good enough, you might get nothing but scrap metal."

Lin Xiao felt that he was being a little too optimistic. He needed to warn him about what might happen.

He didn't want the man to get some piece of junk, fail to take it well, and suffer an accident when his blood pressure shot through the roof.

"Don't worry, boss. I've already got a general understanding of the rules."

"Life and death are ordained by fate; wealth and honor lie with heaven. I understand all that. Give me one first so I can test the waters."

As Snake Lance Douluo spoke, he took a bag of Gold Soul Coins out of his Soul Guidance Space and placed it on the counter.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao stopped trying to dissuade him.

After all, he sold jars. He couldn't turn business away, could he?

After accepting the money, Lin Xiao looked at Snake Lance Douluo and asked, "Have you picked a jar?"

"I have. Sixth row, sixth jar."

"Six is my lucky number. It definitely won't be bad."

Snake Lance Douluo clearly had his own theories about opening jars.

"All right."

Lin Xiao fetched the jar and placed it on the counter, then reminded him, "Just smash it with the hammer beside you."

"Understood!"

Snake Lance Douluo nodded and brought the hammer down.

Clang.

A flash of white light flickered past, and a rather heavy object dropped straight onto the floor.

"What's this?"

Lin Xiao was a little taken aback too. This was the first time someone had gotten such a large item.

While he was still wondering about it,

Snake Lance Douluo had already bent down and picked the item up. Then he looked at Lin Xiao expectantly. "Boss, this looks like a sword, doesn't it? Well? Is it powerful?"

Lin Xiao immediately turned his gaze toward it as well.

He froze.

It was a samurai sword covered in yellow rust...

Item: [Rusty Samurai Sword]

Grade: [Common]

Type: [Tradable]

Description: [Scrap metal. Nothing worth mentioning.]

Effect: [None.]

This samurai sword isn't even worth as much as a Sky Fruit. At least that thing can explode and make a bang. This is just scrap metal worth one Copper Soul Coin a pound... Lin Xiao thought to himself.

"Boss, what's wrong? Are you stunned?"

"Judging by how this sword looks, could it be an antique? Is it valuable?"

Snake Lance Douluo grew excited.

Among the nobles of the two great empires, Heaven Dou and the Star Luo Empire, plenty of people enjoyed collecting antiquities.

Some old objects could fetch exorbitant prices of hundreds of thousands or even over a million Gold Soul Coins apiece.

"Unfortunately, no."

"Your sword is just a rusty iron sword. Find a blacksmith to polish it later and keep it as a souvenir. If you pass it down for eight or ten generations, it'll be an antique too."

Cruel though reality was, Lin Xiao still told him the truth.

"What?"

After hearing Lin Xiao's words, Snake Lance Douluo's face was full of shock. "A hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins got me a piece of scrap metal?"

This wasn't how the script was supposed to go.

Weren't the jars supposed to produce nothing but quality goods?

Wasn't it easy to get Enhancers, Soul Bones, and transformation outfits?

Snake Lance Douluo stared blankly at the Rusty Samurai Sword in his hand, speechless. Did he really have to pass this sword down as a family heirloom to recoup his losses?

"Don't be discouraged. This sword is the worst item anyone has gotten in my shop so far. I doubt anything could be worse.

I think if you open another jar, whatever you get should be better than this, right?"

Lin Xiao patiently tried to reassure him.

As a dedicated shopkeeper, he couldn't let a customer lose confidence.

"You're absolutely right, boss. Could anything be worse than that? Absolutely not!"

Snake Lance Douluo calmed down and took out another hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. "Give me another one. This time, I'll take the eighth jar in the eighth row. Eight is an auspicious number!"

After accepting the money, Lin Xiao silently placed the jar in front of Snake Lance Douluo.

Crack.

The jar shattered, and white light flashed once again.

Then came another clang.

A heavy object hit the floor.

Lin Xiao instantly noticed Snake Lance Douluo's breathing grow rapid.

When Snake Lance Douluo picked up the fallen item, Lin Xiao cried inwardly, I was careless...

Something worse than getting one Rusty Samurai Sword has happened: getting two Rusty Samurai Swords... Is this really double the joy?

He had to admit, Snake Lance Douluo's luck really was rotten.

"Fuck... Those two brats, Xie Yue and Yan, aren't shills, are they...?"

Snake Lance Douluo's face really did darken.

Even a Titled Douluo, with his lofty status and substantial wealth, couldn't stand throwing away a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins at a time.

Besides, one family heirloom was enough. Was there any need for two?

"Want another one to defy heaven and change your fate?"

Lin Xiao's voice rang in Snake Lance Douluo's ears like a demonic whisper.

This time, however, Snake Lance Douluo hesitated.

"Boss, we're back!"

Just then, a shout suddenly came from outside the shop.

Looking toward the voice, Snake Lance Douluo saw Hu Liena enter the little shop first, followed by Xie Yue and Yan.

"Oh, you're here too, Elder? Aren't you on duty today?"

Hu Liena looked puzzled.

"I was passing by, so I came in to take a look. Opened a couple of jars while I was at it."

Snake Lance Douluo spoke in a fairly casual tone.

"You opened jars too, Elder? What did you get?"

Hearing this, Yan asked with a curious expression.

"Well..."

Snake Lance Douluo's expression changed, and he grumbled inwardly that Yan really had to bring up the one pot that wouldn't boil.

"These two swords, right?"

Sharp-eyed Hu Liena instantly spotted the rusty long swords on the table.

"That's right." Snake Lance Douluo nodded stiffly.

Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins for two pieces of scrap iron. If word got out, Porcupinefish Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and the others would probably laugh at him for quite some time.

"That's just... tragic."

Hu Liena and the others could all tell that the swords were far too ordinary. They instinctively distanced themselves from Snake Lance Douluo.

After all, rotten luck was contagious.

Seeing what they did, Snake Lance Douluo's face darkened further.

"Are you here to open jars today, or just to watch the fun?"

At that moment, Lin Xiao spoke up to ease the awkwardness.

"To open jars. My brother opened six yesterday, so another four today will make exactly ten."

As Hu Liena spoke, she motioned for Xie Yue to step forward, then neatly placed four cases on the counter.

They had borrowed this money from Bibi Dong first thing that morning.

"Good luck."

Lin Xiao put away the money as he spoke, then selected four jars according to Xie Yue's wishes and placed them on the counter.

They're really just going to open them without a second thought?

The sight made Snake Lance Douluo's heart pound and his eyelids twitch.

This wasn't four thousand Gold Soul Coins, nor was it forty thousand. It was four hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins! They didn't even bat an eye?

Weren't they afraid of losing every last coin?