Trace

No superpower has ever surrendered as readily as the Aomeijia Alliance.

The key is that Grean is deeply loved by the people and possesses extremely strong fortune.

If it weren't for the lack of cultivation techniques, Grean's physical body, once fully formed, would have been incredibly powerful, likely not inferior to Luo Zhong's Black Dragon Body.

A monarch of a small country with few people who spends a lifetime cultivating himself cannot compare to a monarch of a large country who cultivates himself for three days.

For a technology, factors such as territory, population, and national identity are important components of its resources. As long as it possesses a large and stable territory, its technology will flourish.

A ruler's ability to govern a country has an impact on luck, but the Aomeijia Alliance has expanded to the extreme of the continent, and the influence of some peripheral countries is becoming negligible. The impact of a ruler's wise governance and conquests is also becoming negligible. As long as the situation in the Aomeijia Alliance can be stabilized, Grean will have the best luck conditions.

This even allowed the remnants of the sacrificed Garian to grow stronger.

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Grean's magical abilities are unique, and even Zhang Xuezhou cannot replicate them, but Zhang Xuezhou is more concerned about the fortune or misfortune brought about by his magical abilities.

Every stroke of good fortune is followed by a stroke of bad luck, a backlash that caused Zhang Xuezhou immense suffering.

"Good fortune can avert disasters and never bring about turbulent ups and downs!"

Unlike Zhang Xuezhou's view, Xuanming never believed that fortune-telling was sometimes good and sometimes bad, but rather that it was more like a field of influence to resist calamities.

He even used an extremely certain tone to reinforce his judgment.

"If good fortune is followed by misfortune, then I will have no friends. Meng Zhang, don't you think that makes sense?"

Zhang Xuezhou was swift in his killings. The other seed he planted would require a war to destroy a country that would last for a hundred years. On his side, Zhang Xuezhou would hold sacrifices whenever he wanted, which even made Xuanming feel that it was too frequent.

Xuanming was especially pleased that Zhang Xuezhou hadn't asked for the Xuanqi Heavy Armor.

With such a helpful ally, how could Xuanming not be completely open and honest with him?

When Zhang Xuezhou inquired about this, he responded based on his own understanding, indicating that fortune-telling techniques could avert disasters, and that no fortune-telling technique had ever brought disasters.

"Then what about the good luck and bad luck I keep encountering?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

Is it possible that when you were having good luck, it exceeded your control, which led to a feeling of powerlessness later on, causing you to mistakenly believe it was bad luck?

An ugly head with a protruding nose and bulging eyes appeared, and Meng Zhang's figure emerged as evidence.

Seemingly extremely dissatisfied with the image he presented, Meng Zhang even made several complaints.

Meng Zhang's views are very similar to Xuan Ming's; he agrees that fortune-telling will bring benefits, but will not bring misfortune during low periods.

"Is it because I'm incompetent?" Zhang Xuezhou asked, frowning.

"You can't mistakenly believe that achieving your goal through borrowed abilities is due to your own capabilities. You need to seriously consider what level of genuine skill and knowledge you would need to accomplish that," Meng Zhang said. "If you possess such genuine skill and knowledge, your abilities will certainly be sufficient to cope with calamities!"

"Especially when you need to think carefully about what you can and cannot take when you use the technique, having a sense of proportion will allow you to handle things with ease," Xuanming added.

"You need to acknowledge the power of luck if you're still alive," Meng Zhang said. "Not every cultivator who strives beyond their own desires can survive. Among all cultivation methods, only those skilled in luck and those with great fortune are exceptions."

"Even cultivators who are good at taking a beating are an exception," Xuanming corrected.

That was just you!

Meng Zhang complained repeatedly.

The fact that Xuanming was able to guide the Zhou Household's Black Armor Combat Technique with the blood of his offspring suggests that he himself was exceptionally skilled in defense.

These characteristics make Xuanming stable and worry-free, and coupled with his own caution, Xuanming survives extremely well in higher-dimensional spaces.

This is quite similar to Zhang Xuezhou's situation. Zhang Xuezhou was also very good at taking a beating, and when he was not good at taking a beating in his early years, he sought survival by using various avoidance techniques and his flying ability to avoid danger.

They ran from east to west, then from west to east, quickly changing locations after getting caught in the vortex, thus avoiding the subsequent dangers.

With Xuanming and Mengzhang explaining things to him one after the other, Zhang Xuezhou felt that many of his previous doubts had been resolved.

"If I'm not aiming to overkill a specific opponent, but simply want to slightly improve the success rate of alchemy and pharmaceutical production, will that cause trouble?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"That's definitely not the case," Xuanming said.

"But as soon as I finished refining the pills and stepped outside, I ran into my opponent," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Didn't you just use pills to kill the opponents who came to your door?" Xuanming asked curiously.

"No, I ran away!"

"If you were to kill your opponent with elixirs, achieving something using power that wasn't yours, and thus causing all sorts of trouble, then you'd be overwhelmed. But your choice to run away was the right one. That's what I mean by making choices, and with this kind of choice, you should be very safe!"

"If he can still come to see us, then he must be very safe. So your next question is how to deal with this enemy who is beyond our control!"

Xuanming and Mengzhang's joint explanation convinced Zhang Xuezhou nod in agreement.

There are many opponents beyond his ability to handle, such as the Emperor Qin Zhang Xuezhou needs to meet, and the potential crisis facing Qin Meng and the Seven Spiders. Zhang Xuezhou thinks it would be good to learn about them.

"My suggestion is to avoid danger and attract a third party into the competition, while you become the facilitator," Meng Zhang said. "This will effectively avoid factors that could affect you, and minimize future complications, allowing you to defeat your opponent while avoiding trouble!"

This suggestion seems likely to cause more trouble!

"The third party you bring in should ideally be one of your own, to avoid being attacked from both sides," Meng Zhang complained. "Xuan Ming often does this; he frequently uses us to get ahead while he himself keeps a low profile!"

"That's called playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses," Xuanming corrected. "I'm good at taking hits, and you're good at dealing damage. My defense and your attacks make for the best teamwork, especially since we've already gained a lot!"

"You're right about the good haul. Otherwise, you'd easily lose all your friends doing things this way. It's precisely because we know that following you carries both risks and great rewards that we're willing to share the risks with you. Now that we've obtained such a large Luck Bead, who should we target?"

"I've disliked Dragon God Aysa for a long time!"

"That old hag is dangerous. Are we asking for trouble? We don't want to live much longer."

"Danger brings reward, and besides, our Luck Bead is too big and too perfect; we don't need to waste it on such an important goal!"

"Alright!"

Xuanming and Mengzhang's voices gradually faded, and the spatial form of the magic technique triggered by the bronze tortoise sacrifice gradually became blurred.

As reality unfolded before his eyes, the six large flags jingled and rustled, while Grien, standing in the center of the flag of destiny, stood frozen in place, his eyes somewhat vacant.

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and looked around.

The Aomeijia Alliance was shrouded in winter, and the sky remained overcast, making it difficult to judge the time simply by the sky. However, by looking at the clock hands on the distant clock tower, Zhang Xuezhou could clearly see the sacrificial ceremony that had ultimately devolved into a dispute.

Xuanming left satisfied, while Zhang Xuezhou was still unsure whether he would be able to find Huang Daoxian.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the bronze tortoise in his palm.

An image appeared on the tortoise shell on the back of the bronze tortoise: a dog with mottled fur was running around, and the surrounding scenery receded like fleeting shadows.

This phenomenon is somewhat similar to the tracking technique that Dong Zhongshu used to release with a white cloth, which could clearly show the location of the person being tracked.

If one were to perceive it carefully, Zhang Xuezhou could even use the tortoise shell to determine the approximate distance between Huang Daoxian and himself.

Undoubtedly, Huang Daoxian had previously made some kind of deal with Xuanming, but now Xuanming had completely betrayed him, allowing Zhang Xuezhou to accurately locate Huang Daoxian, who would even come to him on his own initiative.