His Fortune Is Not Yet Spent

Shen Peigong suffered a loss because of his yang soul investigation, and Zhang Xuezhou never expected to encounter such a cunning old killer.

The other party was holding a strangely shaped lantern, and the flame inside made his Yang Soul feel distinctly uncomfortable when it got close.

Clearly, besides Nanminghuo, there are others in the world who possess fire magic capable of burning souls or obscure things.

Watching the Daoist Ran Deng unleash his fire magic from afar didn't seem like much, but as the Daoist Ran Deng pursued and drew closer, Zhang Xuezhou felt as if his Yang Soul was treading on a pebble road. If he got any closer, it would feel like walking on shards of glass, and when the flames were upon him, it would feel like walking through a mountain of knives.

Consequently, he led the way very quickly.

After giving the Daoist Ran Deng directions, he quickly withdrew.

If no clues are given, the Daoist Ran Deng will relentlessly pursue him until he tracks down his Yang Soul back to his body. However, if clues are given, the other party will be forced to choose between two options.

Zhang Xuezhou's gamble paid off; the Daoist Ran Deng ultimately chose to enter the tunnel to investigate.

He staggered out of the thatched hut and glanced at Zhou Ba and the others, who were still suffering from severe diarrhea.

"It's a pity I can't create the Water of Eternity either. It might be somewhat possible to use that to hunt ferocious beasts!"

After a quick glance, Zhang Xuezhou had already commanded Yang Po to rise into the sky and disappear into the distance.

Before he had even crossed the hillside where he could see far and wide, he heard a loud rumble in the mountain village, followed by blue flames erupting from the ground.

"It's burning again?"

After entering the passage, Daoist Ran Deng had obviously already made his move. Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if Shen Peigong could withstand the attack given the shortage of his students.

He dared not look any longer, and could only urge his Yang Soul to soar into the sky and fly away.

As they passed Yangling in the distance, Zhang Xuezhou glanced down at it.

The cavalry regiment was hurrying out of Sima Gate, while carriages sped by.

The Empress Dowager made a grand procession at night, but returned to Chang'an City looking disheveled.

This differs greatly from Zhang Xuezhou's previous assessment that the battle between the Empress Dowager and Shen Peigong would end in a decisive victory.

"His luck is not bad, and his fate is not yet exhausted!"

He understood the situation and had already made his judgment.

Nothing I do goes right, and I've even been cursed.

However, the Empress Dowager's luck was still quite good, and she was not killed in Yangling by Shen Peigong's sword-drawing technique.

By rashly targeting someone as fortunate as the Empress Dowager, Shen Peigong clearly got himself into trouble.

Anyone involved will inevitably suffer some degree of misfortune.

"I rescued my cousin and Yi Shuo, and also tricked Zhou Ba and the others. Perhaps the Unseen has somehow evened out the conflict between us and the Empress Dowager, since we weren't that deeply involved!"

When one is down on their luck, it's not a problem to kick someone when they're down; but those who still possess the sharp edge of luck will inevitably be suppressed by it.

Simply put, this kind of suppression means you'll have bad luck.

Zhang Xuezhou's mind raced through the content related to techniques such as "Zaiyou," and he felt that, even after some hindsight, he had gained a basic understanding.

While it's difficult to understand how things work out, there are many examples of people who have made a fortune by following policy trends.

For example, if the government vigorously promotes electric vehicles, those who follow the trend have a higher probability of success, but those who go against the policy and develop gasoline vehicles have a lower probability of success.

Going with the flow means having good fortune; walking with the flow is naturally easy. But resisting stubbornly means experiencing all kinds of hardships and difficulties. Those with a large family and business might be able to hold on, but those without a family fortune simply cannot.

Before even practicing the art of manipulation, Zhang Xuezhou was already trying to understand its underlying principles and lay the groundwork for his ideas.

This was an experience that others had gained by risking their lives, and Zhang Xuezhou deeply agreed with it, feeling that he had avoided many detours.

He staggered back to the slums Chang'an City, and by the time Yangpo lay down on his body, he had already regained his senses.

Inside the thatched hut, Rong Tianding and Yi Shuo drank some hot water, then sat by the fire, their heads bobbing as they dozed off.

It was the dead of night, and the battle at Yangling was still raging, so Zhang Xuezhou didn't run around recklessly.

He stirred the fire pit, making the burning firewood burn brighter.

Amidst the crackling and popping of the burning firewood, he quietly passed the time, preparing to return to Chang'an City after dawn.

Zhang Xuezhou felt he had figured out what he needed to think about and considered what he needed to ponder, so he felt there was nothing to reflect on.

He just came out to look for someone, and then watched the commotion as a bystander. Although he almost got caught, he managed to escape unscathed.

As a cultivator who has never reached the Divine Ability Realm, there's no way he could be involved in any messy or trivial matters.

"I want to prick ten with one needle!"

Occasionally, Yi Shuo could be heard murmuring softly in her sleep.

Zhang Xuezhou gestured for a moment and felt that Yi Shuo's idea was suitable for making barbecue skewers.

He thought about barbecue skewers and couldn't help but think that he and Rong Tianding could go back to Chang'an City to have some, and try to enrich their food life.

"It's a pity there aren't many spices!"

The flavor of grilled skewers comes from the aroma of spices permeating the meat during grilling. Zhang Xuezhou wondered if he should dilute the Soul-Severing Powder.

Soul-Severing Powder is made from finely ground fruit powder. It has an extremely spicy taste and can be fatal at high concentrations. When it comes into contact with wounds, it will instantly cause a severe irritation. However, when diluted, it will only cause a tingling sensation on the tip of the tongue.

"Our Great Han Dynasty has too few cooking ingredients!"

Compared to various materials in reality, the agricultural civilization of the Han Dynasty undoubtedly lacked many things, and its market circulation was also insufficient.

Although Zhang Xuezhou doesn't particularly care about living conditions, nobody likes to live poorly.

He pondered his little idea until dawn before getting up.

When the door of the thatched hut was opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the two people who were dozing around the fire pit couldn't help but shiver and wake up.

"You've woken up just in time! Come on, let's go back to town for some food and drinks!"

Zhang Xuezhou turned his head, which made Yi Shuo yawn widely.

They didn't wake up at the perfect time; rather, Zhang Xuezhou opened the door at the perfect moment. The cold wind blowing in made them instinctively want to urinate, which would quickly wake them up from their sleep.

Yi Shuo tightened her belt, then saw Rong Tianding's disdainful expression.

"You stinky man!"

Seeing Rong Tianding leave the room, turn around, and relieve himself there, Yi Shuo couldn't help but curse.

As she stepped outside, looking at the dilapidated and simple houses Chang'an City, she felt as if she were still in a dream.

She was under house arrest in a remote mountain village yesterday, but today she has officially returned to the sunlight.

Last night, she seemed to ride a magnificent horse galloping down from the high mountains.

Yi Shuo glanced at Rong Tianding, then at Zhang Xuezhou walking ahead, and felt a bit confused. She couldn't understand how the group had managed to escape from the Higher Vehicle on tall horses, or what kind of horses could run down the mountain at night.

Where's the horse?

Yi Shuo caught up with Zhang Xuezhou and asked him about it.

What horse?

"The same kind of horse we rode on last night, I even sat behind you!"

"You must be still half asleep. We ran away last night to get back!"

Zhang Xuezhou casually responded to Yi Shuo. It wasn't that he wanted to hide the matter of the Black and White Twin Horses, but Zhang Xuezhou found that Yi Shuo had an exceptionally high aptitude for cultivation, but lacked experience in handling affairs, and was even inferior to Rong Tianding.

In this situation, if the other party knew about his black and white twin horses, who knows what they might do with these two Spirit Artifact —something Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to see.

"Yes, we ran away and ran back!"

Rong Tianding followed, and he chimed in to confirm.

"Am I really still half asleep?"

Yi Shuo suddenly questioned the meaning of life.

She followed behind Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding anxiously, occasionally clutching her hair as she tried to recall her hazy memories.

She became increasingly confused, even beginning to believe that she had escaped by climbing over mountains the previous night.

When they arrived at the city gate and lined up to enter, they actually spotted Kong Zhong and the others who had fled for their lives.