Nothing Out of the Ordinary

"Excuse me, young lady, is it really because I've been sitting here that I've gotten lucky?"

Rong Tianding was shameless; when selling paintings or meat, he would call any woman, regardless of age, "Sister."

Zhang Xuezhou, feeling embarrassed to use a casual form of address, simply called him by the common way.

This left the middle-aged woman completely stunned.

She didn't take Rong Tianding seriously, and she didn't feel much about Rong Tianding calling her "sister," but Zhang Xuezhou was the one she called "sir" and invited back to treat her illness.

Consequently, the weight of their words is completely different.

At least Zhang Xuezhou's address of "girl" resonated with her.

"Logically, you should call me mother-in-law, but never mind!"

The middle-aged woman pondered for a few seconds, deciding that she shouldn't argue with a young man and that she could accept whatever he called her.

"Sitting in that place might really bring you good luck!"

She responded from afar.

"Just a possibility?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's possible, after all, I don't know how to use such a heavy object," the middle-aged woman replied. "But if you're very unlucky, that place will definitely produce a corresponding reaction to cleanse you and wash away your bad luck!"

Why does it produce a reaction? Is it really that effective?

"This is a powerful artifact that receives good fortune. It will naturally react to any bad luck it encounters, just as the true fire of the sun can sweep away Evil Qi and the aura of death. It will inevitably produce a reaction as soon as it is touched!"

The middle-aged woman explained the relevant details earnestly.

But when her gaze fell upon the giant cauldron, she herself found it somewhat hard to believe.

Firstly, she does not cultivate her luck; secondly, luck is difficult to fathom, and no one can figure it out at present, let alone explain these theories in plain language.

When people do these things, they do it from the heart, just like some villagers offer incense to their ancestors. Once the ritual is completed, they feel that their ancestors will surely bless them.

Zhang Xuezhou drove the bronze chariot inside for a moment, then she felt the process should be complete.

"It's hard to say whether you're having good luck right now, but all your bad luck has definitely gone away," the middle-aged woman said.

"That means I'm safe and sound from now on and won't encounter any bad luck," Zhang Xuezhou confirmed again.

"I'm not saying anything good will happen, but I'm unlikely to have any bad luck either!"

The middle-aged beauty's assurance made Zhang Xuezhou leap off the bronze chariot. He couldn't help but walk around a little, even touching the feet of the giant cauldron.

"If you feel better now, sir, please come with me to treat that poor girl. She has suffered for so long; I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on any longer!" the middle-aged woman urged.

"Why don't you bring her here?" Zhang Xuezhou invited. "I think she's also cursed, otherwise she wouldn't keep coming back and forth with her illness!"

"Come here?"

The middle-aged beauty felt helpless after being assigned a doctor who was obsessed with metaphysics.

If she had any other choice, she wouldn't have asked someone like Zhang Xuezhou for help.

She had never seen a doctor perform rituals in a grave to treat a patient; from a metaphysical perspective, this should be something to be extremely taboo.

But she had previously assured him that the cauldron could ward off bad luck, so he couldn't refuse her request.

She pondered for only a few seconds, then nodded, cast a spell to summon the bronze chariot, and disappeared behind the bronze gate.

"This treasure doesn't have any mechanisms or anything?"

After the middle-aged woman left, Zhang Xuezhou's tapping and tinkering became more vigorous.

He pondered the origin of the large cauldron from time to time, and sought its purpose.

As someone preparing to delve into metaphysics, he was naturally interested in such treasures.

Moreover, he did feel a sense of freshness and relaxation, as if his tense nerves had suddenly relaxed, and he had emerged from a tense atmosphere.

Zhang Xuezhou wasn't sure if this change in himself had solved the problem, but it was undoubtedly a good feeling.

"I wonder what this girl's name is? And where Chang'an City is this place? Can I even come here again?"

If the function of the large cauldron is verified to be true, Zhang Xuezhou would indeed find this treasure quite valuable.

There aren't many Emperor Jing in the world who would bestow a bit of good fortune upon someone before their death, but there are many unlucky people in the world, such as him before, as well as Dong Zhongshu, and Jin Chang, among others.

If people come here to wash up when they're down on their luck, Zhang Xuezhou thinks that from a fortune perspective, this would be an opportunity that's priceless.

"If I could truly seize someone else's power, wouldn't that mean I could directly quell any future troubles after a period of great fortune followed by a downturn?"

When Zhang Xuezhou reflected on his past delusions, he couldn't help but realize how to end things after realizing those delusions.

His unethical cultivation technique has yet to materialize, but a solution has been found to address its potential consequences.

"So this is what it means to have mediocre luck!"

After pondering for a while, Zhang Xuezhou finally emerged from this feeling of being in a castle in the air.

He seems to have gained more, but this gain is not of practical use and even faces various difficulties in realizing it.

This is the sense of luck of ordinary people: they may get some small bargains, but seemingly big gains will inevitably come to nothing.

"I think I'm normal now!"

Zhang Xuezhou was overjoyed.

The transition from a life-or-death ordeal to a mundane and ordinary existence undoubtedly brought him peace of mind.

Although human nature dictates that one will never be satisfied, pursuing good fortune and fortuitous opportunity is a matter for the future; at least for now, Zhang Xuezhou is already very content.

He groped around in the dim light for a while, and when several eerie green lights caught his eye, a chill ran through him, and Zhang Xuezhou felt a sense of unease.

But as the middle-aged beauty urged the bronze chariot on, the green lights faded away.

"This place is also haunted by traps and spirits. Don't wander around aimlessly. Without my car as a marker, they will kill you without hesitation," the middle-aged woman cried out urgently.

"I just cleansed myself of bad luck, I shouldn't end up like this," Zhang Xuezhou said. "If I really die here, it means this giant cauldron is completely useless!"

"Don't think that luck can determine the safety of everything!"

Zhang Xuezhou's ideas couldn't be worse, which gave the middle-aged woman a major headache.

But Zhang Xuezhou's inexplicable self-confidence was terrible; although he worked relatively quickly, he soon turned his attention to the patients.

"Horns and scales have even grown out; did she drink all the blood from that bottle?"

Looking at the pointed horns emerging from the woman's head and the delicate golden scales shimmering on her body, Zhang Xuezhou felt that she had completed his own Demonization process in a short period of time, which had taken him more than thirty days.

The woman's cultivation level was extremely high, at least close to or already at the Divine Ability Realm Divine Ability Realm, completely different from his previous experience of having his body altered by the flesh of some low-level demons.

This change was so drastic that the resulting physical consequences were unavoidable; at the very least, the woman's uterine bleeding stopped again, and she even fell into a coma from which she could not Body Control.