[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky":3,"chapter-i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-60":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Must Immediately Strike It Lucky",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2293832,4487,"Chapter 60: Thank Goodness I Turned Human","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-60",60,"\u003Cp>“After training, a hot bath is so comfortable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the evening, after finishing his body cultivation exercise, Feng Xue turned off the faucet, dried off his body, and casually slipped on a silk pajama he’d bought locally, then turned his head and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, you look human now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Feng Xue spoke, the hot water heater attached to the faucet suddenly popped, reverting to Liu Yunxi’s form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she landed, Liu Yunxi glared at him, spitting out water while still glaring furiously—after spitting roughly seven or eight times, she finally seemed to feel a bit better, shouting loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! This is too much! You made me turn into this thing! If you wanted a bath, why not just have me boil water outside? There’s a bathtub right in the house!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just not used to that kind of bath. Besides, by now, hot water heaters should’ve been invented already! How come this little Western-style house doesn’t have one?” Feng Xue waved his hand carelessly and turned away, afraid that if he looked too long, he might lose control and do something in the laundry room (the only room with a drain).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the manual didn’t mention any taboos about this, Feng Xue, shaped by his past-life martial and xianxia novel tropes, still felt it wiser to exercise restraint early in cultivation—should he really lose control, he could always seek relief in dreams with Mo Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Liu Yunxi’s ability to transform via verbal command was quite interesting. Aside from being unable to produce things beyond Feng Xue’s understanding—like laser guns—she had many limitations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, any machinery she created—motorcycles, road rollers, etc.—wasn’t truly mechanical; it was more like a transformation result. Though it possessed metal-like hardness and corresponding functions, not a single screw, rivet, or other component could be removed, and its energy came directly from magical power, leaving no place to refuel or recharge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In size, her transformations were capped at 27 cubic meters and limited to a minimum of one cubic millimeter, but she could manifest incorporeal forms like ghosts. Weight was harder to measure precisely, but the heaviest thing she’d produced so far was a road roller—she couldn’t even transform into a large house, though she could manage a small aircraft, which Feng Xue couldn’t fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, forms composed of multiple disconnected parts—like magazines or sheathed long swords—either emerged as a single, inseparable unit, or simply couldn’t be formed at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, she couldn’t handle high-tech devices like computers or phones—not because she couldn’t transform into them, but because her own brain was too dim to operate them. A calculator she turned into would freeze trying to compute π; a radio she became couldn’t precisely transmit or receive specific frequencies; even a watch she turned into relied on biological rhythm to tell time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite all these limits, Liu Yunxi remained incredibly convenient. Even though they’d met less than ten days ago, Feng Xue already couldn’t imagine life without her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clearly, convenient tools make you lazy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentally reflecting, Feng Xue didn’t forget his schedule—he tossed the towel he’d used to dry his hair onto the sink and, facing away from the laundry room, said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to cultivate now. Be careful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it! I’ll bring you some cold dishes in a bit!” Liu Yunxi replied, then ignored him entirely. Feng Xue was used to this—and even felt touched that she’d thought to prepare him a midnight snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, demons understand gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he lay on his bed and began cultivation, Feng Xue realized that though he’d only practiced the body cultivation technique twice, the perfect synergy with the Peiyuan Art had dramatically improved his efficiency in extracting primordial energy. With the same force as usual, he’d instantly filled the entire mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no! How did you make so much?! How am I supposed to cultivate now?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yunxi’s shriek came from the kitchen. Feng Xue felt a twinge of guilt and immediately activated the Spirit-Control Art, dragging Mo Ying out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What now?” Mo Ying poked her head out, voice weak and listless. Feng Xue casually pointed and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clear away the primordial energy outside my bedroom. If I overextract again later, it’s all yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gā me xiè zhāo dài zāi.” Mo Ying nodded, her tone still cold and detached, revealing not a hint of sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue didn’t mind—he slowly drew in primordial energy with his spirit, and when the air around him thinned, he didn’t bother gathering more from the room, instead generating a fresh supply himself. When hungry, he simply reached out and grabbed the cold dishes Liu Yunxi had prepared; with a single use of the Ingestion Technique, he’d be as energetic as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, his spirit was full. He squeezed out another burst of primordial energy to fill the room, then pulled out a jade tablet inscribed with the character 【Pure】. He rinsed his mouth with magical power, confirmed his lifespan was locked, and then drifted off, bathed in primordial energy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?” Feng Xue narrowed his eyes—he was back in that landscape of mountains and rivers. His brow furrowed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Still Bufuqi ? Learned a bit of kindergarten stuff and got swollen? Playing hide-and-seek with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the thought formed, his vision blurred—and suddenly Mo Ying glared at him, serious and stern:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shá rén dā nǎi duǒ māo māo? Kùn lē hǎi xiàng zhǐ sǐ zhū zāi! Háo shāo pá qǐ lái! Rén jiā cāi shā guò lái lē!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Mo Ying’s rapid dialect left Feng Xue momentarily stunned, but she clearly had no time to explain—she shoved him and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fú yào táng gào lē! Kuài cè qǐ!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!” Feng Xue still didn’t fully understand, but he wasn’t stupid—he knew Mo Ying wouldn’t panic without reason. Even if she was tricking him, all he’d lose was exiting the dream. He didn’t resist, letting her pull him out of the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his consciousness left the dream, before he could even think, violent impacts rang out—he instantly realized this was why Mo Ying had woken him. Without hesitation, he leapt from bed, threw on his coat filled with artifacts, gripped the 【Thunder】 jade tablet in one hand and the Spirit-Control jade seal in the other, and strode toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, he saw Liu Yunxi pressing her back against the mansion’s metal front door, the thudding sounds coming from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue kept his distance. The moment he spoke, Liu Yunxi blurted out in frustration:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That old man from earlier said zombies and ghosts are coming! Thank goodness you turned me human—if you hadn’t, you’d be dead by now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zombies? Ghosts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue’s drowsy mind snapped awake. Ghosts? He wasn’t afraid of those—but zombies? That was another matter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew if getting bitten by a zombie and turning into one counted as shortening his lifespan or granting immortality under the system’s logic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding skepticism about refrigerators and watches being valuable, and using watches to buy refrigerators…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, it feels a bit historically uninformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explaining luxury theories is too tedious—just list actual data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech level in this novel is roughly between cyanide and early iron pots—let’s take 1920.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time, refrigerator prices were stable, with brand differences only in features and capacity. All were imported, with tariffs totaling roughly 300–600 silver taels. A 1925 Shenbao ad listed one at 450 silver taels; the real expense was electricity—a fridge running full power cost about 20 silver taels per month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for watches, they were pure luxury items, like jewelry. Excluding cheap models that only told time (which still cost 50–60 silver taels), mid-range mechanical watches with water resistance and calendar functions cost 100–200 silver taels. High-end brands like Patek Philippe or Vacheron Constantin could reach 2,000 silver taels. For reference, a Ford car cost 3,000 silver taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now consider the protagonist’s watch: Yiwu-made, using a new alloy (cheap today, but black tech a century ago), with water resistance, calendar, and luminous features (don’t underestimate this—some even plated with radioactive material). Its accuracy far surpassed the best mechanical movements (recall quartz’s devastating advantage over mechanical), and its design was ahead of its time. Selling it at a mid-to-high price isn’t unreasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the protagonist didn’t bring just one or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1390,"2026-06-20T04:32:49.208Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7ccbc771b914d78697a64a683df797b4534e38a7794622889cba8fec54d1e3bf","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-61","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-59",365,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-cover.jpg"]