[Na: Wen Zhixing.]
[Life-span: 17/25.]
[Physical Constitution: Revival of the Withered Tree (Blazing Gold).]
[Cultivation Skill: Tai Chi Health-preserving Skill (Gray).]
[Realm: Shedding Mortal Realm, First Layer.]
[Fortune Points: 4.]
[Fortune Fragnt: None.]
——
This demoness is literally lethal...
Wen Zhixing propped himself up, groggily standing.
Over the past few days, he had acquired two more Fortune Fragnts.
Unfortunately, they were all gray Fortune Fragnts. The fortune contained within them also fell short of expectations.
In the end, Wen Zhixing chose Fortune Points both tis, gaining a total of 2 points.
At this mont, although his physical condition was still extrely poor, his expression was extraordinarily excited.
He could feel his body recovering at an incredibly fast rate, and strength was continuously surging forth.
[Revival of the Withered Tree] was indeed of Legendary Level.
The initial effects weren’t too strong, but from now on, it was beginning to display its astounding capabilities.
This was already the second nirvana his body was undergoing.
After seven more nirvanas, I’ll be able to shed my mortal body.
Wen Zhixing thought about getting up to leave but was too weak to walk and ended up fainting again.
During this ti, he felt soone co in, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
「Another day passed.」
Wen Zhixing slowly awoke, feeling much better.
CREAK.
The door was pushed open, and a figure stepped inside.
"Junior Brother Wen, I’m coming in."
Wen Zhixing’s gaze swept over, only to see Qiu Yinger approaching gracefully from behind the screen, her face unadorned with makeup, yet still charming and lovely.
"I have seen Senior Sister Qiu."
With no ti to dress, Wen Zhixing could only weakly grab a thin gauze to cover his essentials.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Yinger’s delicate eyebrows rose slightly. A glint sparkled in her eyes.
What she cared about was not whether Wen Zhixing was clothed or not. But rather... Wen Zhixing could actually still move! How much ti has passed? This physical constitution is truly terrifying.
Under the intense gaze of those burning eyes, Wen Zhixing felt an imnse pressure bearing down on him, as if there were thorns on his back.
[Qiu Yinger’s look towards you seems ill-intentioned, your primordial yang is depleted, endure it.]
Wen Zhixing: "..."
What kind of reminder is this? Is this sothing I can control?
"Junior Brother Wen, why don’t you rest properly?"
A smile suddenly spread across Qiu Yinger’s face, her eyes filled with concern.
After speaking, she stepped forward and helped Wen Zhixing sit down to rest properly.
"Senior Sister Qiu... I... I’m... I’m fine..."
Wen Zhixing panted heavily, his body still in a dire state. However, compared to others, this condition was already excellent.
He could sense a change in the way Qiu Yinger treated him.
The previous Qiu Yinger was rely superficially polite to him, unable to conceal her inner disdain. But now, it wasn’t about trying to please him; her eyes held a strange craving.
That’s right! This Qiu Yinger is also coveting his body!
Thinking of this, Wen Zhixing’s heart sneered. To these demonesses, he is an excellent furnace, and they would naturally be reluctant to kill him. Now I have confidence! No need to panic!
With that in mind, he simply took the chance to sit on the bed and rest.
At the sa ti, his gaze turned to the space above Qiu Yinger’s head.
A halo of gray, white, and blue light flickered faintly.
[Fortune Fragnt detected, do you wish to spend one month of life-span to randomly acquire it?]
He was starting to understand. The higher the level of the Fortune Fragnt, the lower the probability of acquiring it. Up to now, all he had drawn were gray Fortune Fragnts.
Start the draw!
With a single thought, Wen Zhixing initiated the draw.
[Begin random acquisition of Fortune Fragnts.]
The next mont, a white halo began to spin and leap above Qiu Yinger’s head, diving straight into Wen Zhixing’s mind.
[White Fortune Fragnt 1.]
[Current White Fortune Fragnts: 1/2, collect another to synthesize and obtain fortune.]
——
It’s actually a White Fortune Fragnt!
Wen Zhixing felt a surge of joy in his heart, but he knew that two White Fragnts were needed to form a White Fortune.
He could only draw a Fortune Fragnt once a day. For now, he could only try again next ti.
[Fortune Fragnt discovered, do you wish to spend two months of life-span for a random draw?]
"Eh?"
Seeing the prompt box appear, Wen Zhixing was startled. Could he draw again?
Perhaps it was because of the Tai Chi health-preserving skill that he had learned; the number of draws for fortune had also begun to increase. An additional month of life-span consud was sothing he could reluctantly accept.
Continue the draw!
[Begin random acquisition of Fortune Fragnts.]
[White Fortune Fragnt 1.]
[White Fortune Fragnts (2/2) have been collected, you may spend one month of life-span to synthesize, and will obtain one of the following fortunes:]
[Option One: Acquire Physical Constitution: Strong Physical Constitution.]
[Option Two: Acquire 4 Fortune Points.]
[Option Three: Acquire the fortune of Qiu Yinger.]
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Not bad luck!
Wen Zhixing thought joyfully. Today seed to be his lucky day. Two draws, and both were White Fragnts.
These three rewards, however, left Wen Zhixing sowhat hesitant.
In terms of physical constitution, he already possessed [Revival of the Withered Tree]. The [Strong Physical Constitution] seed nice, but with [Revival of the Withered Tree]—a Legendary Level constitution—it seed pretty ordinary. Even a bit superfluous. In the end, he was bound to shed his mortal body, so what use was the re [Strong Physical Constitution]? But if he were to choose the 4 Fortune Points, he felt a bit unreconciled. After such difficulty obtaining a White Fortune, to only receive 4 Fortune Points seed sowhat disappointing.
Why not take a gamble!
Wen Zhixing closed his eyes as if to rest, when in fact he was deep in thought.
Qiu Yinger, on the other hand, did not reveal her usual haughty deanor and instead waited quietly by his side.
[Choose option three, acquire the fortune of Qiu Yinger.]
Wen Zhixing did not ponder for long; he quickly made his decision.
He had no idea what Qiu Yinger’s fortune might be; this was a gamble.
——
The mont Wen Zhixing chose to acquire Qiu Yinger’s fortune, a series of images suddenly appeared in his mind.
A lady’s boudoir erged amidst flickering lights and shadows.
The air was filled with incense from a censer, and through fluttering bed curtains, the silhouette of soone could be seen.
Qiu Yinger was clad in thin, white lingerie, with a red silk ribbon tied around her waist, lying on the bed.
Her eyes were full of allure, and her cherry lips slightly parted, an appearance ripe for plucking.
Next to her sat another man, eyes glazed with infatuation, who upon seeing this could no longer restrain himself and quickly pounced.
"Husband, don’t be hasty~"
A coquettish smile appeared on Qiu Yinger’s face as she allowed the man to have his way.
Soon enough, the man beca completely imrsed.
PFFT!
A flash of cold light, and a dagger plunged into the man’s chest.
The man’s body stiffened. He looked at Qiu Yinger with wide eyes, full of disbelief.
"Yinger, we are Taoist companions..."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yinger’s expression turned cold, and her dagger swiftly slashed across the man’s throat again.
Blood gushed forth, staining the bed scarlet.
The man clutched at his throat, his gaze filled with bitter resentnt as he stared at the woman before him. "You..."
His breath rapidly faded; he died with his eyes wide open.
"Taoist companion? You’re not worthy of the title," Qiu Yinger snorted coldly.
She searched the man’s body and took out a jade slip.
With that, the scenes slowly faded away.
Wen Zhixing’s consciousness returned to clarity.
——
[You have obtained the secret skill: Blood Escape Skill.]
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