He even kept reassuring himself over and over.
Whose kid cried every single day? What gambler lost every single day?
Could anyone in this world really be that unlucky?
Sooner or later, I'd hit the jackpot.
But as one treasure after another was stolen by the mouse, his eyes reddened, filling with bloodshot veins.
He had truly gone from bold declarations at the start, to incoherent rambling midway through, to utter silence at the end.
Ten straight draws, all empty.
Fang Yang had gone somewhat numb, utterly dejected, his mind a complete blank.
He had absolutely no idea what was going on.
This made no sense! Was my luck really that rotten?
He gritted his teeth, on the verge of a breakdown.
Finally, looking at the ten compensation points, he chose to keep drawing.
According to the system, this draw was guaranteed to hit the jackpot!
It counted as a pity reward.
[Ding!]
The system chimed, and golden light flashed.
Fang Yang's eyes lit up.
Something dropped!
Chapter 21: The Princess Consort's Image Came Crashing Down
[Treasure chest opened. Consumed 1 matchmaking point. Obtained Silk Binder Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King skill card-Advanced Rubber-Band Jumping.] [Upon use, grants the rubber-band jumping expertise the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King has cultivated for years. (Note: actually... rubber bands can have other ingenious uses.)]
"What the hell is all this nonsense?"
Fang Yang's face darkened. He felt as if he had shattered.
He trembled all over with rage.
He had spent ten matchmaking points, sacrificing ten draws to build up his luck.
And in the end, the sacrifices had gone straight to heaven?
The so-called guaranteed draw had given him nothing but rubber-band jumping?
And furthermore...
The skill cards drew things the other person considered herself good at and did frequently.
So the Princess Consort was quite proud of her rubber-band jumping skills and spent every day jumping rubber bands in her own courtyard?
Other princess consorts excelled at the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. At the very least, they knew how to manage a royal harem.
What was this rubber-band jumping nonsense?
Last time, it had been underwear washing. This time, rubber-band jumping.
Quite the versatile talent, aren't you?
Fang Yang shook with anger, itching to swallow two bottles of pills, storm into Wutong Courtyard, and pin her hard against the bed.
Strip off all her clothes, and then...
Make her jump rubber bands to her heart's content.
"This goddamn system isn't just the adult version. It's from the Ma Teng school of business too, isn't it?"
Looking at his remaining five matchmaking points, he no longer held out much hope for these draws.
He was tired. Despairing.
Whatever. Let it do whatever the hell it wants.
He casually clicked to draw.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. Consumed 1 matchmaking point. Obtained 1 Demon Venerable Peak Experience Card. Duration: ten minutes!]
"???"
Fang Yang was utterly dumbfounded, his face filled with shock.
The pleasant surprise had come far too fast.
Flowers carefully planted refused to bloom, while a willow cutting idly stuck into the ground grew into a canopy.
He had just sacrificed ten draws.
Then used up a guaranteed reward, without getting anything worthwhile.
Yet now, a casual draw had landed him a Demon Venerable Peak Experience Card?
What kind of system was this?
A slap to the face, followed by a sweet date.
Was it that afraid he would quit for good?
Draw again!
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. Consumed 1 matchmaking point. Obtained 1 Demon Venerable Peak Experience Card. Duration: ten minutes!]
Another one?
Fang Yang was stunned by the drop rate.
The Demon Venerable possessed a four-leaf Dharma Body. Across the entire Demon Cult, he had no equal.
Drawing his card was equivalent to drawing a supreme card. The odds were incredibly low, and obtaining one was exceedingly difficult.
Yet Fang Yang had never expected two to drop this time.
With these two cards, he effectively had two more life-saving trump cards. Even if someone exposed him in the future, he would still have a chance to survive.
Strike while the iron was hot. Keep drawing!
Fang Yang knew very well that draws depended on luck too.
He was on a hot streak now, his luck at its peak. Of course he couldn't let the opportunity slip away.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. Consumed 1 matchmaking point. Obtained 1 Charm Card. Duration: one day. Upon use, greatly increases the user's charm, regardless of species or gender.]
A Charm Card? What did a Demon Venerable like me need this thing for?
No, wait. This was useful too.
If he used the Charm Card during his finest moment, he might greatly increase the Princess Consort's and his eldest disciple's affection for him.
This counted as something good too.
He happily tucked it away.
He had only two matchmaking points left now. Keeping them would be a waste, so he might as well spend them on draws.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. Consumed 1 matchmaking point. Obtained Silk Binder Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King skill card-Bathing and Blowing Bubbles.] [Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. Consumed 1 matchmaking point. Obtained Silk Binder Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King skill card-Sandbag Tossing.]
"..."
Looking at the two additional skill cards before him, Fang Yang could only bow in heartfelt admiration of the Princess Consort.
He had thought the Princess Consort was lofty, dignified, and imposing.
During these three years of imprisonment in the Demon Cult...
Her life surely must have been worse than death.
At most, she might have developed some twisted feelings, but her life overall must have been deeply oppressive.
Only now did he realize he had been wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.
She seemed to have spent these three years living quite freely.
Jumping rubber bands, tossing sandbags, bathing and blowing bubbles...
And according to the system, she did these things frequently.
Her schedule was probably packed full already.
Her image had collapsed. At that moment, the image of the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King in Fang Yang's mind had shattered into tiny pieces.
Now he was absolutely certain that the Princess Consort was indeed multitalented. She had simply invested all those talents elsewhere.
He put away all the skill cards. With that, his matchmaking points were completely exhausted.
Fang Yang was just about to close his eyes and rest for a while.
A trembling voice sounded outside.
"Demon Venerable, we've captured a fool who doesn't know the meaning of death. Please decide his fate."
Fang Yang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. This was his first time encountering such a thing.
But he quickly regained his composure, his eyes cold and indifferent, his black robes billowing around him.
"Bring him in!"
"Yes!"
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