April 12th, the eighth Monday since the start of term.
The twenty-eighth day of the second lunar month.
Duty deity: Azure Dragon. Clash: Dog. Evil direction: south.
Auspicious: travel, cleaning, trade;
Inauspicious: burial, construction, seeking medical treatment.
Because his luck had been somewhat poor lately, Zheng Qing had specifically consulted an old almanac and chosen today to complete his third transaction with the Trident Sword.
Before the semester began, at Qingqiu Mansion, he and the Trident Sword had reached a supply agreement: at the beginning of every month, he would deliver five Blood Talisman Bombs to the Trident Sword, each priced at one hundred and fifty jade coins, for a total value of seven hundred and fifty jade coins.
It was a win-win agreement.
From the Trident Sword's perspective, gathering up the high-powered Blood Talisman Bombs circulating on the market could both reduce the uncontrolled spread of uncontrollable risks and transform those uncontrollable risks into controllable ones.
From Zheng Qing's perspective, the additional monthly income of more than seven hundred jade coins could easily cover his current magical resource expenses. Moreover, the daily expenditure of blood energy also helped reduce the burden the Forbidden Curse placed on his body.
It achieved several goals at once.
But as the saying went, good things never came easy—analyzed through the theories of mysticism, such a good thing that benefited everyone would inevitably provoke a backlash from fate in some dimension. It was like capitalists squeezing the last copper coin from the proletariat, only to be hanged from lampposts by people who had nothing left but rage.
Zheng Qing suspected that when he had fallen into the crows' trap in the Beta Town North District during the Magic Ban Festival, fate's backlash had played a role.
Because he had been forced to waste several