Chapter 670: The Card Draw Game Is Best Played With a Smile

My name is Song Shuhang, a man who constantly monitors plot developments while controlling the pace of his cultivation growth.

At this moment, I’ve consumed the Dragon Demon Elixir and am undergoing the cocooning process of Chapter 706 of the Cultivation Chat Group.

Never expected that, due to being persecuted too frequently lately, my Dream-Entering talent has been pushed to the point of smoking.

According to the original plan, my cultivation should have been at the T3 tier of the chat group, but now there’s a faint sign of runaway growth, so I hurried back to my own world to catch up.

But it doesn’t matter, because in this current cultivator world…

“So what if you’re a Rank 8 Elder?!” A Rank 5 Spirit Emperor sneered, pulling out his Worldlink Token to place an order.

[Spirit Summon Alert: Chaldea will match you with a Servant. Worldlink Token system under maintenance, please wait.]

“You brat, when I manifested on Mars, your ancestors were still playing with mud!” The Rank 8 Holy Monarch retorted, pulling out his wallet to display his Yuanhuang Coin balance and demonstrating his power.

[Divine Demon Combat Alert: The First Dragon Rider of Antiquity has accepted the order. Worldlink Token system under maintenance, please wait.]

The scene grew awkward.

“I’ve cleared the Simulation Universe three times!”

“So what if I did it once more than you?”

The cultivator world’s combat power was beginning to collapse—some Rank 1 cultivators could now kill opponents across multiple tiers.

Whether spending money or using skills from other worlds, overall, below Rank 9 Tribulation Immortal, it all came down to foundational accumulation.

‘As long as everyone grows stronger, my cultivation progress hasn’t gone out of control.’ Song Shuhang excelled at solving problems with relativity.

Huangshan So Tired Wants to Retire: “Fellow Daoists, we’ve received intelligence that many demonic cultivators have begun practicing techniques from other systems.”

Seven Cultivation Venerable: “This is unavoidable, but Huangshan, don’t worry—the demonic sects’ growth rate won’t match ours.”

Huangshan So Tired Wants to Retire: “I’m not worried about that—I just heard a group of demonic cultivators have banded together to apply for access to the Simulation Universe. Several Longevity Elders have already gone to handle it.”

Mad Blade Sanlang (Prison Realm Edition): “Young Shuhang, is there truly no new Simulation Universe coming anytime soon?”

Song—Not a Devourer—Shuhang: “Even if you say that, I can’t just say ‘yes, there is.’”

Su Shi Qi: “The resurrection artifacts have gone up in price again—now even Sanlang can’t recklessly die like before.”

Song Shuhang knew the reason: with no new Simulation Universes appearing, cultivators couldn’t find replacement materials, so resurrection artifact prices had surged back to their high range.

Mad Blade Sanlang (Prison Realm Edition): “That’s why we need to enter new worlds and plunder!”

It’s precisely because of your outrageous statements that Su Lin Senior targeted you and locked you up.

We’re all supposed to be the righteous team upholding love and peace across all realms.

After closing the Jiuzhou No.1 Group, Song Shuhang glanced at the Multiverse Chat Group and let out a surprised sound:

“Senior Lu is going to marry before Senior Meng Qi? And at the Hakkaisou Shrine in Gensokyo?”

Thump thump

A knocking echoed from outside the cocoon.

“Song Shuhang, when are you coming out?”

Feng Xiaoxiao asked: “Xiao Yuan and I are heading back—we’re parched. Can we drink the water on the table?”

Feng Xiaoxiao and Lu Muyuan, who had fled the police station with Laojun, had come to Song Shuhang’s world in recent days, but since Song was rushing through more than ten chapters a day, he mostly had Dou Dou act as their guide.

Now, hearing that Lu Mingfei was planning a wedding, Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to return to catch a new god and deliver him to Heaven to boost the economy.

“I’m coming out soon,” Song Shuhang replied, then suddenly realized something was wrong: “Wait—you want to drink what?!”

He widened his eyes, tore open the cocoon, and his body swelled fivefold, muscles exploding outward, bulging violently.

“Don’t drink it!”

Fortunately, Dou Dou had followed in and snatched the bottles of Dragon Demon Elixir away with lightning speed.

After consuming the Dragon Demon Elixir, one’s physique rapidly expands due to drastic physical enhancement.

Almost…

If Xiao Yuan and Feng Xiaoxiao turned into this muscular, handsome version of me, certain magic girl fans in the group—and Feng Xiaoxiao’s unknown Fu Xi brother—would kill me!

“Woof! Don’t just leave dangerous liquids lying around!”

Dou Yu bared his teeth: “You’re still far from being a true senior elder, Shuhang.”

“I don’t see why this is dangerous,” Song Shuhang tried to argue: “You’re making it sound weird.”

“Su Lin Senior would never give dangerous liquids to little girls,” Dou Yu tossed the bottled Dragon Demon Elixir aside.

“Cough cough…”

“I put it in there.”

Dou Yu turned around—Bai Zunzhe… no, the substitute Bai Zunzhe, Bai Senior from Jiuyou who was helping Song Shuhang through the plot, was smiling at him from a dark dimensional rift.

The original Dragon Demon had not yet reached his appearance time, so Bai Senior TWO had captured him in Jiuyou.

Had I been infected by the “reckless Song” virus?

Ignoring the cowering Dou Yu, Jiuyou Bai pulled out a compressed rune and handed it to Song Shuhang:

“I stole from Fat Ball’s lab—it contains research on the Dao’s ‘Immortality.’”

“I’m very interested in the technique mentioned by Shi Hao. When you succeed, don’t forget to send me a copy.”

“Hehe… Fat Ball’s coming.”

【BAI! You destroyed my life’s work! I’m going to kill you today—!!!】

Jiuyou Evil Energy surged wildly, waves of darkness flooding forth—but Bai Senior TWO absorbed it with crystals and tossed it to Song Shuhang.

The dimensional rift closed, leaving only one phrase:

“The Jiuyou Lord’s evil energy—take it, sell it for a good price.”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Poor Fat Ball—he’s been stripped bare.

Beneath the cold, icy moonlight.

The Red Devil Mansion, located near Mist Lake, is a three-story Western-style manor with multiple spires, including a clock tower.

“Good evening, Young Lady.”

A maid with silver braided hair helped the girl with short light-blue hair rise from her bed, changed her nightgown, and placed a pink soft cap on her head.

It was a daily routine.

After wiping her drowsy face with a towel, the slightly awakened Young Lady, Remilia Scarlet, donned a dignified expression and gave a calm order:

“Sakuya, black tea.”

“Already prepared,” said Sixteen Nights Sakuya.

Inside the Red Devil Mansion, it was gloomy and dark, oppressive in atmosphere.

The corridor was carpeted in red, reflecting window shadows under sunlight, appearing dark and endlessly long; the hall had dark red, opaque windows on all sides, and red magical arrays on the floor.

Contrasting sharply were the exquisite Western tea set and pastries laid out on the lavish dining table.

As Remilia sat down, a bright red tea with a faint metallic tang had already been poured.

“The humans in the Human Village should pay more attention to their health—recently, their blood is always subpar. Do they even exercise properly?”

“I’m deeply sorry, Young Lady… these are blood samples from outsiders.”

Sixteen Nights Sakuya bowed deeply, ashamed.

Remilia sighed: “Never mind—you can’t help it.”

“Thank you for your understanding.”

In recent years, Remilia had disliked outsider blood, as most of it was unhealthy—like leftovers from her own kind’s meals.

【Are there vampires among outsiders?

Yes, everywhere—in factories, companies, corporations…】

After receiving this human answer, she felt a flicker of concern for the outsiders.

After all, she only needed a little blood, while lower-class vampires often couldn’t control themselves and devoured humans completely.

“Delicious.”

To her surprise, the taste was sweet and lingering—a flavor she’d never experienced before.

“Sakuya! Today’s Type B blood tea is amazing!”

So astonished was Remilia that she forgot to maintain her composure, her feet unconsciously swinging in the air above her high chair.

“Pour me another cup,” Remilia said, glancing at the empty teacup, struggling to add: “The rest… just send it to Flandre to taste.”

“Rest assured, I’ve already sent a portion to the Second Miss,” Sixteen Nights Sakuya said, feeling warmth in her nose, instinctively tilting her head up:

“Today’s blood purchase was double the usual amount. Even if the remainder isn’t Type B, I can guarantee supply if you need it.”

“Well done!” Remilia praised happily.

“How could a servant of the Scarlet family lack such ability?”

Tonight, the Red Devil Mansion was as usual.

Remilia took another sip, feeling warmth spread through her body…

Some outsiders who were spirited away into Gensokyo chose not to leave and found jobs.

Teaching at the Terakoya was a decent occupation, so the school was quite large—easily accommodating several residents.

“It’s a full moon tonight—please forgive the spectacle.”

On this full moon night, Huiyin, transformed into her full form, grew a pair of horns, her eyes now crimson red.

“If Senior Su Lin had told me earlier—”

“No, we’re the ones who disturbed you,” Su Lin politely replied: “Teacher Huiyin, could you please stay in my room for a while?”

At these words, silence fell instantly.

Near the corner, Fujiya Mei Hong, who had been about to sneak a cigarette, froze at the sound—before she could react—

What do you intend to do to the beautiful Fantasy Land?!

Have you finally become loyal to your own fetishes now that your desires have exploded?

This guy’s hit puberty—just pretend you didn’t hear what he just said.

Lu Mingfei, his otaku soul erupting, desperately held back Su Lin; Kein, expressionless, mocked him; and Meng Qi gently stroked Su Lin’s head while apologizing.

Bai Ze is a lucky omen beast that brings fortune—you idiots must’ve had your brains kicked in by donkeys.

No wonder you always get the guaranteed rare drop when pulling cards.

Too bad Huiye didn’t catch Yinfang Di today; otherwise, from system gacha to game draws to scratch-off lottery tickets, Su Lin felt he could play until he had everything he wanted.

“Forgive my rudeness, but could I have some of your hair?”

Where did this guy’s emotional and intellectual intelligence go?

Asking such a thing of a woman you barely know—

“Oh, no problem,” Shang Bai Ze Huiyin asked, “Do you need me to stay in the room?”

“No, thank you.”

After politely thanking them, Su Lin glanced at the group, closed the door, and fell silent.

It was clear that Shang Bai Ze Huiyin trusted Su Lin to some degree—she hadn’t hesitated at all.

Huai Shi opened his mouth, silently shaking his head: ‘I’ll never learn this move.’

‘Want to learn how to do that? Sister can teach you.’ A line of text appeared inside the Book of Fate.

‘Learning how to draw clear boundaries with unfamiliar women.’

Huai Shi murmured solemnly.

At the four cardinal directions, place photos of the White Venerable, Will’s mercury serpent blood, Bai Ze’s fur, and Su Tuoni’s head (empty).

After a simple bath and change of clothes, Su Lin skipped the elaborate rituals that could only be performed on Water Mirror Peak.

Just as someone would travel all the way to King Arthur’s tomb to draw a paper doll, the more you respect fortune, the more fortune will eventually repay you in kind.

This is why Su Lin, though he could have crafted himself a Luck EX innate skill, has always maintained his purely natural, traditional approach.

Speaking of innate skills—

Su Lin thought for a moment, entered his extradimensional vault, rummaged for a while, then pulled out an arm and placed it in the empty spot.

Artifact: The Power of the King

Gilgamesh, at least, had Luck A.

After finishing all this, he sat cross-legged on the ground in meditation posture, actually opening the system’s gacha interface to perform the operation.

‘No more theology or dark, deep, and cruel stuff—give me something related to the Immortal Dao world!’ Su Lin wished, trying to align his aesthetic with the ethereal, Daoist style.

Six draws, six hundred sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six.

As always, a gray meteor, invisible to the eye, rippled through the void.

【Self-Sword / Other-Self Method】: Using oneself as an anchor, awaken the imprints hidden within the consciousness of all beings, summoning a materialized spiritual assault of the Sword Dao.

【Tearstone Resonance of the Forsaken in Spacetime】: The nameless Immortal King, left alone beyond endless spacetime, turned back to look—and found all past things illusory; thus, he shed tears imbued with a lifetime of insight, using thought as a catalyst to forcibly forge layers of illusory worlds.

（Heaven’s Dao is I, all beings are I, all form is I, all formless is I; thus, I am born as emptiness.）

【Talisman Decree · Heavenly Fate (Severely Damaged)】: Every sip and bite is predestined, but the Heavenly Fate bearer is exempt. By offering this talisman to Heaven, one’s cultivation is freed from restrictions of talent, destiny, and cosmic laws, briefly gaining the ability to create from the void.

Note: Effect and durability are extremely unpredictable.

（Eight pieces of Creation Gold, one hundred thousand threads of Tianyu woven, then inked with the blood of a Saint’s life—had it not been for the need to counter the Great End Calamity with a Heavenly Fate child, this thing would’ve been a catastrophic loss! — Grand Micro Saint）

【Saint Machine Plugin · Great Liberation Nirvana Transcription Code】

Effect: Enables the mind to decode cosmic mysteries, granting one chance to elevate an inorganic lifeform.

（“Question: Will a cyber-monk dream of digital Buddhas?” — Born from a post-generation Saint Machine, its enlightenment sparked when monks used AI to lazily chant sutras 108,000 times.）

【Revival Tournament Invitation】: The Lord of the Underworld, bored over long ages, created this one-time token to host revival tournaments, seeking greater amusement as he wandered through all realms.

Ignore all restrictions, invite one era to open a revival tournament; the victor may be resurrected from the dust of history.

（Some say I’m cruel—come on, buddy, do you really want me to just give you a direct revive? Hahaha? — Chaos Underworld Lord）

【Dao Treasury Foundation Establishment Method】: Only by mastering this method can one establish the Foundation.