Chapter 75

"Luck is like substance. This small cup is enough to change the fate of an ordinary person," Zhao Xing said, looking at the Luck Golden Cup.

The growth of luck should be applied to different categories.

It might be in romance, suddenly meeting an opposite-sex partner who is excellent in all aspects, and then they are blind and insist on marrying down.

Or it might be in wealth, accumulating wealth within a few years that was difficult to obtain in a lifetime before."

It is also possible to meet a noble person, become a political backer, and be promoted all the way.

If it is a practitioner? That is the classic finding treasure in a trash heap, picking up a big leak at an auction, meeting an expert by chance to get guidance, or jumping off a cliff to get a divine art.

It can be said that luck affects all aspects. Apart from lifespan, what Zhao Xing wants most is 'luck.'

"Such a small cup can raise luck from Derivative 1 to Derivative 2, but I am already at the Derivative 2 level of luck, so it shouldn't reach the Derivative 3 level."

Zhao Xing put the cup to his nose and took a light breath.

The luck in the golden cup disappeared instantly.

The cup also turned into an ordinary stone cup.

"The feeling of my heartbeat accelerating has disappeared, everything is normal." Zhao Xing looked at the panel, and it was indeed as he had estimated; there was no breakthrough, and it was still Derivative 2.

The path of luck is mysterious, the most mysterious and the most difficult to improve, and Zhao Xing was not surprised.

"From Derivative 2 to Derivative 3, I probably need to obtain two more high-grade spiritual talents." Zhao Xing casually threw the lusterless stone cup on the ground and walked out of the cave.

Although it didn't improve to Derivative 3, having obtained a small cup of luck, he will inevitably have good luck next, but he doesn't know what aspect it will apply to.

"Hmm?" Just as Zhao Xing walked out of the cave, his heart felt empty and very reluctant. It was as if he was about to miss a great opportunity.

"Meow~" The mountain cat rubbed against Zhao Xing suspiciously. Why aren't we moving?

"Little mountain cat, are there any other good things in the cave?" Zhao Xing asked.

The mountain cat nodded, then shook its little head again.

"Is there or isn't there? Forget it... I'll go in and see for myself."

Zhao Xing had just obtained a cup of luck, and it was just when good luck was about to arrive, so he naturally wouldn't ignore this feeling.

Returning to the cave, he searched all four forks thoroughly.

After searching for a full hour, Zhao Xing didn't find anything unusual.

"Strange, I searched all four forks in the cave and didn't find anything, but as soon as I walk out of the cave, that feeling of reluctance appears."

"Could it be my illusion? Do I believe in the effect of luck too much?" Zhao Xing was also doubting his life at this time.

He walked into the cave again and came to the Cold Ice Lotus Pond.

"Could it be them? But these three cold ice lotuses are far from mature. I'm so close, and I don't have any feeling of a whim."

Getting close to spiritual talent will have a strong feeling, but luck is relatively vague.

"No, it's not them."

Zhao Xing did not pluck these immature spiritual talents. Destroying spiritual talents that heaven and earth have not yet finished gestating will shorten one's luck.

Just then, the mountain cat tugged at Zhao Xing's trouser leg.

"Hmm?" Zhao Xing looked down.

He saw that the mountain cat had picked up the stone cup Zhao Xing had thrown away, as if it wanted to play with Zhao Xing.

"This broken cup is useless, why are you picking it up? Go aside, I don't have time to play now." Zhao Xing was a bit irritable.

"Meow meow~" The little mountain cat was a bit aggrieved.

"Oh, I'm not scolding you... Alright, alright, let's play." Zhao Xing picked up the stone cup and intended to throw it out.

As a result, just after picking it up, Zhao Xing raised an eyebrow.

The moment he picked up the cup, he suddenly had a feeling of 'peace of mind.'

"Could it be it?"

It stands to reason that the luck has disappeared, and this is just an ordinary stone cup.

Zhao Xing examined it, not seeing any strangeness at all.

"Little mountain cat, let's go."

Zhao Xing's heart stirred, and he walked out of the cave.

This time, he stayed away from the cave, and that feeling of 'loss' did not appear again.

"It really is it!"

Zhao Xing happily rubbed the mountain cat's head. Although he didn't know what it was for, there was no doubt that the mountain cat had made a great contribution this time.

"Want to play? No problem, but it's boring with just the two of us. Let's find others, I guarantee you'll have enough fun."

After Zhao Xing and the mountain cat left, a figure riding a bamboo horse stared from afar.

He looked at the backs of the man and the cat, a flash of doubt in his eyes, and then quickly rushed into the cave.

At the first quarter of the Yin hour, the people on the Altar Square gradually dispersed.

The last wave of incense in the temple had been released, and the temple door was closed again.

Everyone began a new day of searching for spiritual talent.

However, the effect of burning incense gradually diminishes, and those behind are destined to only try their luck.

Some people were patrolling the mountains quickly, trying to snatch other people's opportunities.

For a time, there were sounds of fighting all over the mountain.

On a cliff, there was a spirited little tree with three purple fruits on it, crystal clear.

However, the little tree was very inconspicuous, growing in a crevice, and the fruits were also covered by dense leaves, making it difficult to find.

"Clang!" Qin Feng inserted his knife into the rock, leaped with the force, and rushed up a distance.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~" The knife got stuck in the crevice, slid down sharply, gravel fell, and Qin Feng also fell.

"Brother Qin, be careful!"

"Brother Qin!"

The three companions below exclaimed.

Qin Feng pulled out the dagger at his waist and inserted it into the cliff again, which stopped the fall.

He found a point of leverage and finally stood firm.

"Clatter~"

The stones fell and were smashed to pieces.

Qin Feng glanced at the bottom and couldn't help but break into a sweat.

If he fell, he would probably be no different from the stones and would be smashed to pieces.

"This place is very evil; the higher you go, the greater the resistance. You guys be careful too," Qin Feng said toward the bottom.

"I felt it," the companion replied. "Elsewhere, you can jump seven or eight meters high with a single leap, but now even with full force, you can only jump one or two meters."

"Heavy Cliff, what a Heavy Cliff. This place is too dangerous. I jumped from three meters before, and my soles were aching," another person said with lingering fear, wanting to retreat.

"Keep it up. The harder it is, the more it proves that the treasure above is rare. It might be mid-grade spiritual talent!" Qin Feng licked his lips.

"Yeah, coming, Brother Qin, pull me."

"Alright."

Although the climbing speed was very slow, the four-person group worked together, and this two-hundred-meter-high cliff was still conquered by them.

"My heart is beating so fast! It must be mid-grade spiritual talent!" Qin Feng looked at the little tree close at hand, unable to help but show greed.

"Brother Qin, how many fruits does the little tree have?" the person below asked.

"There are three!" Qin Feng laughed.

"Hurry up and pick them and get off the cliff. I can't even breathe smoothly up here."

"Alright."

It is naturally impossible to consume fruits on the cliff, because mid-grade Yuan Law spiritual talent, if it is to increase Yuan energy, requires meditation. As for understanding the law? That requires choosing a secluded place.

On the Heavy Cliff, even standing on tiptoe is difficult; who would dare to consume spiritual talent here?

The four began to climb down slowly.

The process of going down was also somewhat dangerous, but fortunately, no one was injured in the end.

They landed on the ground without any danger.

"We're on the ground." Qin Feng breathed heavily, looking at his three fellow apprentices, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Three fruits, but four people, how to divide them?

Since it can't be divided evenly, wouldn't it be better if I took them all for myself?

"Three fellow apprentices, let's divide the fruits." Qin Feng walked over, his hand unknowingly gripping the knife handle.

"Hahaha, coming early is not as good as coming at the right time. Brother Qin, what a coincidence..." Just then, a voice came from the forest, and several straw men carried a chair, on which sat a smiling young man.

He pointed to the front: "Brother Qin, you have four people, but only three fruits. Why not hand them over to me to avoid you four fellow apprentices killing each other."

"What?" Qin Feng was stunned, recognizing this familiar voice.

He just wanted to make a move, but before the other party's voice fell, a black shadow rushed over.

The next moment, Qin Feng felt his hand tendon go numb, and he couldn't hold the three fruits.

Looking again, they had disappeared and appeared in Zhao Xing's hands.

"You, you..." Qin Feng really wanted to slash this person's handsome face. This person was too unkind, actually snatching from him again and even exposing his thoughts.

"Brother Qin, I helped you resolve the crisis, why not even say thank you? Are the people of the Hucheng Martial Office all so ungrateful?"

"I..." Qin Feng looked at the other party, his heart full of anger, constantly cursing.

The other three also heard that Zhao Xing was the 'senior' who had beaten them up before. Although they were robbed, they dared not speak out.

"Many! Thanks!" Qin Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.

"You're welcome, I hope we meet again next time." Zhao Xing waved his hand and ordered the straw men to carry him away.

Qin Feng and the others watched helplessly, but could do nothing.

No way, who told them they couldn't beat him at all!

Zhao Xing touched the mountain cat in his arms: "Look, you took their things, and they still have to thank us. Isn't it fun?"

"Meow!" The mountain cat nodded its little head, indicating it was very happy.

"..." Qin Feng could still hear his voice, feeling so depressed he wanted to vomit blood.

Fun your eighteen generations of ancestors! That was the spiritual talent I worked so hard to obtain!

"Brother Qin, we have another location, we can go try our luck, forget it, forget it." A junior brother saw Qin Feng gripping the knife tightly and couldn't help but advise.

"Right, you are the forty-eighth stick of incense, seventh brother is the forty-second stick of incense, we still have a chance."

Except for the first ten who will be moved out, everyone else leaves the way they entered. Qin Feng and the others acted together, and they had more than one location.

"Let's go." Qin Feng had no choice but to regain his confidence, leave here quickly, and head to the next location.

Donghu Mountain is worthy of being a spiritual mountain. They headed to the location mentioned by the 'seventh junior brother' and actually sensed the existence of spiritual talent again.

It was a pool, clear to the bottom, and there were two unknown 'eggs' at the bottom of the water, emitting wisps of light.

"Seems like low-grade spiritual talent?"

"Not bad, my sensing is the same."

"Is this water deep?"

"Not deep, only seven or eight meters!"

"Is there any danger?"

"I'll throw a stone to try."

"Plop~"

The stone sank into the pool, and no fierce beasts appeared.

The four were overjoyed; their luck was really good!

Generally speaking, even if you know the location of spiritual talent, it is difficult to obtain it.

Like the Heavy Cliff just now, climbing up was very difficult, and there were even dangers.

Although it is only low-grade spiritual talent now, there are two portions, and there is no danger, which can be considered a freebie.

"Seventh junior brother's luck is really good. The forty-second stick of incense has this effect, and it doesn't require effort."

"Yeah, it's just a pity that Brother Qin discovered..."

"Don't mention this." Qin Feng waved his hand. "Who is going down?"

"I'll go."

Soon someone fished up the two unknown 'eggs' from the pool.

The joy of obtaining spiritual talent dispelled some of the previous gloom.

However, before they could be happy, a familiar voice sounded.

"Hahaha, you all really have a fate with me."

"Never mind, I will resolve another disaster for you!"

Zhao Xing lay on the chair, grinning, and he touched the mountain cat.

With a whoosh, the mountain cat flew out like lightning.

The seventh junior brother, who was holding the two eggs, felt his wrist go numb, and then found that the treasure had disappeared.

"Damn it, bullying people too much!" Qin Feng cursed in his heart, subconsciously drawing his knife.

"Senior brother, forget it, forget it..." The other three hurriedly held Qin Feng back. "Have you forgotten that we were hung up and beaten?"

Zhao Xing saw Qin Feng actually daring to draw his knife and said with a half-smile: "What, I helped you resolve a disaster and you're still ungrateful?"

Qin Feng drew his knife and said to the seventh junior brother beside him: "Junior brother, is my knife good-looking?"

Seventh junior brother: "..."

Having snatched from them twice in a row, and it was the same group of people, Zhao Xing also felt that Qin Feng and the others' luck was a bit too bad.

"Perhaps it's not that their luck is bad, but that others' luck has become better, and by comparison, theirs is worse."

"The strong remain strong. After the first night and the second night, the gap between the clerks who were originally about the same has widened."

"Not just in cultivation, but in spells, and in the luck in the dark."

Undoubtedly, Zhao Xing now belongs to the strong!

"After eating the four fruits before, I have already broken through to the seventh stage of Yuan Gathering. Although my realm is not the highest on the mountain, I have the little mountain cat. In terms of combat power, there are few who can beat me," Zhao Xing said, feeling very happy.

Before going up the mountain, he was only at the fourth stage of Yuan Gathering, but now he has reached the seventh stage in two days!

Normal cultivation, even with good talent, would take at least three months.

As for the improvement of spells, it is even more exaggerated. If he hadn't gone up the mountain, it might take a year to reach this point. After all, following the routine, he wouldn't be cultivating all day, and there would be various worldly affairs.

How can routine cultivation be this fast?

"Low-grade spiritual talent." Zhao Xing looked at the two eggs, then cracked the shells and sucked in the yolk and egg white inside.

[You consumed low-grade spiritual talent, additional lifespan increased by 1 year]

[You consumed low-grade spiritual talent, additional lifespan increased by 1 year]

"Additional lifespan has increased by 38 years." Zhao Xing was quite satisfied. "A little closer to the goal of longevity."

"After getting a cup of luck, I have encountered 'good luck' twice in a row. According to the pattern, there should be another 'good luck' in a short time."

"I don't know where it will be."

Zhao Xing ordered the straw men to carry him, walking aimlessly.

"Cousin, after eating this portion of Yuan Law spiritual talent, your injury should be better, right? Any breakthrough?" Under a leeward slope, Zhang Boran sat on a stone to rest.

"Breakthrough? Hmph!" Wen Zhao snorted.

"No way, still no breakthrough?"

"If it weren't for you, would I have wasted this spiritual talent?" Wen Zhao pointed to his swollen eye socket. "Most of the effect of this spiritual talent was used to heal injuries!"

Zhang Boran muttered: "Cousin, this, this can't be blamed on me either. Who would have thought that the spendthrift could invite an old clerk from the temple."

"Alas, time and fate." Wen Zhao sighed heavily.

Originally, they had hope of obtaining the third stick of incense and getting the whereabouts of high-grade spiritual talent.

But Zhang Boran was interfered with by 'Yuan Bo' and was only the 10th to enter, far from expectations.

Only the top five can make the True Person manifest and be responsive to requests. For those behind, the chance of gambling on high-grade spiritual talent is very slim.

To be safe, Zhang Boran chose mid-grade spiritual talent with high certainty and obtained two locations.

However, he did not act after going out, but first found Wen Zhao.

After finding one of the spiritual talents for Wen Zhao to heal, he went to find the second one.

Without Wen Zhao, he is just an ordinary eighth-stage Yuan Gathering martial artist; with Wen Zhao, he is stronger than the average ninth-stage Yuan Gathering.

Of course, it is safer to act with his cousin.

Below them was a small valley, and in the valley was a monkey tree that was ridiculously thick, with many golden chestnuts on it, but there were many strong ape-like exotic beasts guarding it below.

"Cousin, rested enough, right?" Zhang Boran was eager to try; he could feel that there were many treasures in the valley below that attracted him.

"At the eastern edge of the world, the energy shakes the universe and settles the distance."

Wen Zhao chanted, and Zhang Boran was suddenly refreshed, his face ruddy.

He leaped from the stone and jumped into the valley.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Boran appeared on the hillside again.

His left shoulder was scratched with a bloodstain, his hair was flying, and he was running fast.

Wen Zhao was shocked to see this: "Why did you even lose your knife?"

"Cousin, run! I got a big haul."

Zhang Boran didn't regret losing his battle knife at all. His bosom was bulging, and he was holding an earthen jar under his arm, sealed with mud.

"The earth follows my heart, inches away from the ends of the earth!" Wen Zhao chanted, and with one step, he appeared a hundred meters away.

Zhang Boran also ran with all his might, and angry roars of pursuit kept coming from behind, as many apes launched pursuits from the ground and trees.

The two didn't know how far they had run.

Finally, they didn't hear the ape cries behind them anymore.

"It, it's okay." Wen Zhao was exhausted.

"Whoosh~" Zhang Boran also stopped.

"Shook them off. There is a bamboo forest ahead, let's rest there."

"This bamboo forest is quite tall, looks quite dense, very easy to hide."

"Alright." Zhang Boran nodded, and the two walked toward the bamboo forest ahead.

Zhao Xing, who was waiting for the Vajra Bamboo to mature in the bamboo forest, suddenly heard a sound.

He got up from the lounge chair and looked at the two figures ahead with a strange expression.

"That is... Wen Zhao and Zhang Boran?"