The Demonstration Flopped
"Xuezhou, have you ever heard of 'Baby'?"
Zuo Quan initially addressed Zhang as Professor and Committee Member Zhang, then switched to calling him Zhang Xuezhou directly, and now uses an affectionate nickname, clearly indicating that he feels they are growing closer.
After making his request, Zhang Xuezhou did not express any objection, which greatly pleased Zuo Quan.
He began taking out some of his little treasures.
Zuo Quan took a ring that shimmered with a faint purple light from a jewelry box and Zuo Quan it up to look at Zhang Xuezhou.
"Baby... I've heard people call their loved ones 'baby,' and they call their children 'little baby'!"
Zhang Xuezhou hesitated for a moment before replying to Zuo Quan.
"That treasure counts too, but we're talking about a different kind of treasure, a treasure that can truly bring benefits," Zuo Quan said.
"I would like to hear the details," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"It's hard for people to believe what I'm saying, so why don't we play a sequencing contest to determine the winner?" Zuo Quan suggested.
"Judging the outcome of a sequencing contest isn't difficult for me," Zhang Xuezhou said, shaking his head. "After observing just one match, I can roughly predict the winner and loser, and I can also profit from real-time betting!"
"What if we don't look at the blind guesses?" Zuo Quan laughed.
"Guessing without considering the players' situation?"
"Right!"
Zuo Quan nodded, indicating that betting was random and arbitrary.
Of course, this is no different from buying lottery tickets; when you're lucky, you can do anything, no matter how small.
"I can view the data from the sequencing competition here. Do you want to try guessing blindly?" Zuo Quan said.
"Our treasure grants all wishes. You can try guessing once, and then use our treasure to try guessing again for comparison," Zuo Luo chimed in.
"Our Zuo Household has eight military officers running sequencing arenas. There are four matches in the morning, four in the afternoon, and four in the evening. Just guess for fun!"
Zuo Quan waved his hand, and an elderly man with wrinkled skin and white hair quickly brought over a visual device from his villa, then swiftly switched to the backend program for controlling the betting on the arena.
"Let's play a guessing game," Zuo Quan invited.
"Let's guess four in a row, the left side will win," Zhang Xuezhou, leaning closer.
The tricks used by Zuo Quan and his group aren't exactly surprising. When you're lucky, you can indeed pull off something that relies on probability, and good luck can continuously increase your chances of winning.
However, luck and Physiognomy Technique have the same flaw of affecting others but not oneself; it is difficult to produce such an effect on oneself, and one can only passively accept the auxiliary role brought by luck.
As for clashes with peers, let's not even talk about good luck; it's already considered good if the clashes don't lead to negative consequences.
This is Zhang Xuezhou's experience over the years, and he has also had his share of embarrassing moments due to repeated conflicts with the new emperor.
This kind of the Unseen is extremely difficult to control. Zhang Xuezhou was also somewhat of a colleague, and he was a little skeptical about whether Zuo Quan's methods would work on him.
"The results of these four matches were: Zuo Sheng, Left lose, Left lose, Left lose. Come on, guess the next match!"
The success rate of blind guessing is entirely based on luck; Zhang Xuezhou's guesses yielded only a 25% success rate.
Zuo Quan handed the ring over, indicating that Zhang Xuezhou should wear it and guess again.
"Can this treasure really help people guess the answer and place bets?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.
"Give it a try," Zuo Quan said, pursing his lips.
"Yes, let's let the facts speak for themselves," Zuo Luo nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll guess four consecutive left-side wins," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"It's settled then!"
Zuo Quan nodded.
He muttered something to himself, and the ring began to emit a purple glow.
The halo enveloped Zhang Xuezhou for a fleeting moment, which greatly pleased Zuo Quan.
Forging a treasure requires a considerable amount of effort and time from Zuo Quan, but as long as the effort is worthwhile, he is willing to do it.
Even if it's just for a performance, as long as the performance is successful, all the effort will pay off.
This was the method he used to manipulate Zuo Teng, and it was now being replicated to lure Zhang Xuezhou.
The Technique Method are difficult to see, and the luck is not obvious. To make outsiders believe in this ability, one must demonstrate it in various ways.
Once the fish takes the bait, these people will fall into it and be unable to extricate themselves. The imbalance guided by luck will also cause these people to rise and fall, and in the end, they will be firmly attached to them, just like drinking poison to quench their thirst.
Zuo Quan smiled and gestured, waiting for the results.
"Left lose, Zuo Sheng, left lose, left lose!"
When the results came out on the monitor, Zuo Quan's expression changed, and Zuo Luo also looked surprised.
"Something's not right," Zuo Luo muttered to himself.
"This should mean the left side wins in four consecutive matches," Zuo Quan frowned. "It's not a big deal. My darling is perfectly capable of achieving that probability of winning!"
"Gentlemen, is there something wrong with this treasure you're talking about?"
"Don't worry, let me think where things went wrong!"
Zuo Quan did not answer Zhang Xuezhou directly; instead, he stared at the ring on Zhang Xuezhou's finger.
Blindly guessing without bringing a large bet is practically equivalent to fulfilling a wish to talk big; the matter couldn't be more trivial.
Zhang Xuezhou had already cooperated to the point where he couldn't cooperate any further, but his ability had somehow failed.
This is no longer a matter of losing face; it involves the failure of Zuo Quan mobilization capabilities.
Zuo Quan suddenly remembered the time he had marked Zhang Xuezhou and cast a spell on him, and then had Zuo Teng deliver gifts to his door. Those were also two instances of receiving benefits, but Zhang Xuezhou had squandered them too quickly, even before Zuo Quan had realized it.
Now, belatedly realizing this, Zuo Quan felt that there might be something strange about Zhang Xuezhou that caused his abilities to malfunction.
But he kept staring at Zhang Xuezhou and didn't see the other party make any move, which puzzled Zuo Quan.
Is there something wrong with this item?
While Zuo Quan pondered the reasons, Zuo Luo suggested a possibility.
"That's possible!"
Zuo Quan felt it was possible that the blame lay not with Zhang Xuezhou, but with himself.
"This item probably isn't suitable for your constitution, let's change it!"
Zuo Quan pondered for a few seconds before finally, extremely embarrassed, taking out a gold pendant.
"Just hold it in your hand," Zuo Quan instructed. "These are treasures made of lucky gemstones, and it's possible that some of them have been lazy and haven't worked their magic!"
"Yes, guess again when the arena opens," Zuo Luo nodded.
"A lucky gem? Is this a treasure that brings good luck? Will it make everything I do lucky?"
Zhang Xuezhou squeezed the ring, then handed it back to Zuo Quan, and took the gold pendant that Zuo Quan had brought.
The difference between Zhang Xuezhou and Zuo Quan is that they are both at the same level in terms of Fortune Technique, but their abilities are not on the same track.
It's like the same True Spirit Realm, but some cultivators can withstand attacks, fight, and fly, while others struggle to even cast basic Technique Method, let alone engage in combat.
Zhang Xuezhou has a high level of Fortune Technique but lacks ability, while Zuo Quan has both high level of skill and ability; the two have different levels of ability.
Even if Zhang Xuezhou lacked skill in Fortune Technique, his body still possessed passive resistance.
It wasn't that Zuo Quan's treasure was inadequate, but rather that Zuo Quan exerted too little effort, causing his body to successfully resist the effects of the spell, thus preventing any good fortune from being achieved.