Luck Value 99.99%

After the anger subsides, life goes on. The Golden Sacred Dragon's essence is within reach, and if Yu Xiaogang doesn't get it, she'll be ridiculed as Luo Sanpao for the rest of her life after she leaves.

He was truly eager to evolve into a Golden Sacred Dragon. Yu Xiaogang looked up and anxiously asked:

"Is there a faster way? I'm already 99.5% Grandwet, I can't keep pumping like this forever, can I?"

Youyou reply came, "Yes, a buzz cut, yes. You can reveal something you least want to make public in your life, and if it's deemed significant enough, you'll get an extra chance to win a prize."

Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment, her mind racing with calculations.

If you were to ask him about the most shameful things he's ever done in this life and the last, he could fill a whole basket with them.

Should he expose his sleepless nights with four close friends as they delved into the mysteries of Martial Soul Theory? No way! If this were made public, he'd be laughed at for the rest of his life.

Or was it that exposing his seduction of Bibi Dong was actually a ploy to obtain the Spirit Hall's theories for free, resolve his Martial Soul's flaws, and satisfy his own vanity?

That won't do either. Bibi Dong has been devoted to him in both her previous lives. If this is exposed, Bibi Dong, driven by love turned to hate, will definitely tear him to pieces on the spot.

Or perhaps, his theory of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul was entirely cobbled together from beginning to end? This is the lifeblood of his standing in the Soul Master World, and he absolutely cannot admit it.

All sorts of unspeakable secrets flashed through his mind; any one of them, if exposed, would lead to utter disgrace.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and pondered for a long time before finally coming up with something he considered embarrassing enough to cover up:

"This Grandwet once smelled Luo Sanpao's ass..."

Seeing no reaction from the other end, he quickly added, "And not just once!"

Silence remained.

A moment later, all I received was a reply, "This is too bad, it doesn't count."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale and then red, having lost face for nothing and not even winning half a prize in the lottery.

He was just about to start bargaining when the secret realm mercilessly teleported him out.

"Okay, okay."

Yu Xiaogang landed back in the square, turned around and rushed towards the debate stage, fiercely saying:

"Continue! Today, this Grandwet will challenge the entire continent!"

The subsequent competitions became a one-man marathon for Yu Xiaogang.

As long as the four scholars, Bibi Dong, and Liu Erlong help him win a round, he immediately rushes into the spatial vortex, challenges, draws prizes, and is sent out. He lands without even catching his breath, and his eyes are already locked on the next challenge team.

At first, he would gesticulate defiantly towards the audience, but later he stopped even bothering with the posturing, instead pacing back and forth between the debate stage and the spatial vortex, chanting repeatedly as if possessed:

"Modo, Modo! Hayaku! Hayaku!"

"Keep going, don't stop!"

Brother Jie went through stacks and stacks of theoretical files, sweating profusely as they helped him win the competition by finding the right pages.

Flender stood in the audience for a long time, then couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Is he seizing an opportunity, or is he being led around by it like a donkey?"

No one had time to pay attention to him, because Yu Xiaogang had already rushed back in.

After several runs, the success rates were 99.6%, 99.7%, 99.8%...

The Luck Value on the screen had dwindled to a hair's breadth.

Although Yu Xiaogang thought it was too slow, she calculated that each time it would increase by 0.1%, and after two more trips, it would reach its limit.

When he excitedly won another match and entered the spatial vortex, the progress bar showed a number that had jumped to 99.85% when the indicators stopped.

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze.

He stared intently for a long time, his voice finally becoming extremely shrill:

0.05?!

"What do you mean by 0.05?!"

"You, you, you!! Wasn't it just a 0.1% increase a moment ago? How come it's been cut in half again?"

The only response he received was an emotionless voice.

"As we've said before, the more times you enter this secret realm, the lower the chance of success, and the less the increase in your rewards will be."

The Golden Sacred Dragon essence above her head still radiated an alluring light, and Yu Xiaogang felt as if she was about to have a heart attack, and her brain was about to suffocate as well.

He wanted to unleash a torrent of abuse, but the painful lesson from his nightmare was still vivid in his mind, and he swallowed his words.

If we grit our teeth and persevere through all that, wouldn't all the suffering and embarrassment we endured be for nothing if we gave up now?

"Fine, fine, I don't believe it!"

The subsequent changes in the numbers made him truly understand what a bottomless pit is.

If we win another round, the success rate is 99.88%.

Another win, 99.90%.

Once it reaches 99.9%, they stop giving even the 0.02% increment and start jumping in increments of 0.01%—99.91%, 99.92%, 99.93%...

At this point, Yu Xiaogang no longer dared to calculate how many more trips she would have to make; she was consumed by a near-mad obsession.

Sometimes he'd just been teleported out, his feet barely on the ground, when he'd already called for the next match; other times, his opponent was still on stage presenting their points when one of his feet had already stepped into the spatial vortex.

Brother Wei's wrists ached from flipping through case files. He had just put down a thick book and rubbed his wrists when Yu Xiaogang urged him impatiently:

"Brother Wei, hurry up, it's just a little bit left!"

Looking at this short-haired man with lung ulcers, Brother Wei was speechless.

The entire debate was thanks to the efforts of these few individuals. If His Holiness the Pope hadn't given prior instructions, he would have been shown what it meant to be stuffed like a cream puff.

"Xiao Gang, the other side hasn't finished explaining this question yet."

"Whether he's finished or not, find the answer first. Once he shuts up, we'll finish him off immediately, so as not to waste Grandwet time."

The audience had long since gone from initial envy and admiration to thoroughly enjoying the monkey show.

Some people were so amused that they shouted at the Spirit Hall referee:

"Let's just bring a chair for the Grandwet at the entrance of the spatial vortex. He's in and out so frequently, he's more dedicated than the Temple Knights."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was taken aback for a moment, then thought to herself that perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea after all?

But he immediately rejected the idea; he wanted to seize Yu Xiaogang opportunity, but he couldn't afford to lose face.

If they won the debate even without him on stage, wouldn't that confirm that he was just a blabbermouth from the start? It makes no difference whether he's there or not.

"Hmph, without this Grandwet, how can we win the competition?"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and replied without turning her head.

The setting sun fell on his sweat-soaked robes. Countless rounds had passed, and Yu Xiaogang shuttled back and forth between the spatial vortex and the debate stage. His Luck Value bar kept jumping, but the changes were almost imperceptible.

99.94%, 99.95%, 99.96%, 99.97%, 99.98%...

When Yu Xiaogang spun the wheel again, her Luck Value finally reached 99.99%.

It's just 0.01% away.

Yu Xiaogang's face was almost pressed against the progress bar. After counting the decimal places three times and confirming that no smaller number could be derived, her long-suppressed emotions finally erupted, and she threw her head back and let out a maniacal laugh:

"Finally, finally! Hahaha--"

"Golden Sacred Dragon, here I come!"