"You got an Innate Spiritual Treasure. Why aren't you happy?" Zhao Gongming couldn't help asking when he saw Liu Mang's grim expression.
That's exactly why I'm not happy, Liu Mang thought.
He held the Heavenly Secrets Compass, torn over what to do.
There's no way I'm this lucky. Hong Jun must be trying to harm me!
Even so, Liu Mang couldn't bear to give up the Heavenly Secrets Compass.
"Zhao Gongming, doesn't something about this seem fishy? Would I really have the good fortune to obtain an Innate Spiritual Treasure like this?"
Zhao Gongming stared at him, speechless.
Could you show off any harder?
Apart from the few Saints who had attained the Dao, he had never met a cultivator in Hong Huang with better fortune than Liu Mang.
"I've cultivated since the dawn of heaven and earth. I only reached Great Luo tens of thousands of years ago, and I became a Quasi-Saint only because you helped me find the opportunity. And you? You haven't cultivated for a fraction as long as I have, yet you're already at the peak of Great Luo."
"And that's not all. Saint Nuwa's adopted son, Saint Hou Tu's nephew, Saint Tongtian's disciple, a Saint and First Ancestor of the Human Race, an office in the Heavenly Court—which of those doesn't take extraordinary fortune?"
"Then look at your treasures. What cultivator without good fortune has Innate Spiritual Treasures like they're being handed out wholesale?"
"So you think I'm that amazing?"
Zhao Gongming froze, then snapped, "Go away."
With that, he turned his back on Liu Mang, crouched down alone, and nursed his wounded pride.
That's just cruel, damn it...
Hearing Zhao Gongming say he had good fortune eased Liu Mang's misgivings for the moment. He took a closer look at the Heavenly Secrets Compass