Chapter 750: Obtaining Human Luck

The cave dwelling gate was tightly shut.

The thick green jade door leaves flowed with restrained spiritual light, isolating the world inside from the world outside.

In front of the cave dwelling was a small platform carved from a single piece of mountain rock, smooth and flat.

The night was already deep.

The cold moonlight shone down, casting a greenish-ghostly luster on this stone platform, like a frozen cold pool.

At the edge of the stone platform was a bottomless cliff.

The wind sounded like a sob.

Chen San stood in the center of the stone platform; he didn't dare to get too close to the cave dwelling gate, worried about displeasing the cave dwelling's owner.

Under the moonlight, he felt like he was in a cold pool.

At this very moment, his lean body was taut and straight, yet he habitually hunched his back slightly, his head lowered, like a stone statue frozen in the shadows.

The flying letter for the report had already penetrated the door and disappeared without a trace. Chen San didn't know if anyone inside the cave dwelling had received his letter.

The night wind carried the chill of the mountain peak, spiraling up from under the cliff, wailing and sobbing, blowing a layer of tiny goosebumps on his exposed neck.

The chill drilled into his bone seams, but he was completely unaware.

Every time the wind paused slightly, he subconsciously held his breath, pricked up his ears, and captured any sound that might come from inside the door—footsteps, a light cough, or even the faint humming of spiritual energy circulation.

However, all he got was deeper silence.

The cave dwelling gate in front of him was like the cold, giant mouth of a beast, swallowing all his expectations.

"Then I'll wait until dawn to show my sincerity." He sighed in his heart, his hands and feet gradually turning cold, his gaze no longer fixed on the door, but gradually wandering.

On the cliff wall next to the cave dwelling, he saw a cluster of extremely tenacious vines squeezed into the rock crevices.

The dark brown roots were coarse and twisted, clinging tightly to the pitiful damp mud in the rock crevices. Most of the vines were pressed dead under a protruding, jagged, and ferocious giant mountain rock, and could only struggle to squeeze out a few thin and weak vine strips from the edge and bottom of the rock crevices, twisting and exploring upwards.

The moonlight stingily sprinkled a few strands, just happening to illuminate the tip of a vine strip. Two new, tender leaves topped the vine tip, not yet fully unfolded, revealing a vitality that was almost humble in the moonlight.

Chen San's gaze gradually solidified on these two green leaves, and his past skills surfaced in his mind.

In the mine, his young and humble body was like a mouse curled up in a dark corner.

Only a ray of sunlight shone down from the hole above his head.

Chen San was not born into a cultivation family, nor even an ordinary civilian household. He was the illegitimate son of a mine slave, living in a spirit stone mine since he was a child.

In order to live a few more days in the harsh environment, the old miners in the mine secretly learned many incomplete, rough breathing methods and some earth-based techniques to increase strength and endure pain.

Chen San was like a dried-up sponge, greedily absorbing these "trash" and secretly growing.

The cruel living environment made him keenly perceive the changes around him from a young age, utilize everything around him to the extreme of his cognition, and rack his brains, even risking his life, for a piece of mineral slag containing weak spiritual energy!

Before his father died, he pointed his finger at the hole where the sunlight shone: "Little cub, your fate is bad; you are my cub. I am a mine slave, and you are also a mine slave."

"I am a low-grade spiritual root, and you are also a low-grade one."

"Hehe, it's useless. Our life, even if it's just at the Qi Condensation stage. At most, it can only be a Foundation Establishment."

"Do you see that vine?"

"Learn from it!"

"Relying only on ourselves, we can only be at the very bottom among cultivators. But if we can attach ourselves to a certain force, a certain organization, we can reach a height impossible in this life."

"Just like that fat supervisor, his cultivation is fundamentally insufficient, but he is a distant relative of Manager Zhang. So, he can become a supervisor!"

"Did you hear that, little cub!"

Chen San gritted his teeth, his red eyes staring at the dark green vine, and roared in a low voice: "I heard it, old man!"

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

There are countless cultivators; there are high-level ones, and naturally there are middle-level and bottom-level ones.

Chen San had no talent, his cultivation aptitude was at the bottom, and he had no cultivation resources.

He was like a vine, like a leaf, stretching upwards with all his might, stretching towards the high cliff wall.

But the cliff wall was too high, too steep, and too hard. The vine tip touched it in vain, like a pilgrim reaching out with trembling fingers, but never able to truly attach itself to it.

It wasn't that Chen San hadn't tried to attach himself to the strong.

He once presented a carefully drawn treasure map to Manager Zhao. Manager Zhao threw the treasure map to the ground and ground it heavily with the sole of his boot. The harsh mocking sound and the unscrupulous laughter around him were like countless needles piercing Chen San's eardrums.

He also once made a mechanism flying bird, which could be used for night inspection. He presented it to Captain Wang of the City Guard as a stepping stone. As a result, that mechanism flying bird was used as evidence, and Captain Wang used it to frame Chen San as the murderer of a major case. The stench of the prison, the severe pain of the whipping, and then he was forced to confess.

He had had luck, happening to save a young master of a family. In the end, he held a light bag of low-grade spirit stones, standing outside the grand vermilion gate of the big family, and the sound of Young Master Lin's disgust came vaguely from inside the door: "How unlucky." The look in the butler's eyes when he looked at Chen San was cold, full of charity, as if looking at a stray dog begging for food on the street.

He also spent almost all his family fortune at an auction to buy a treasure at a high price, and presented it to a young master in public. The young master gently pushed away the magic tool he offered with a folding fan, as if pushing away a buzzing fly. He looked down at Chen San from above, his face full of undisguised disdain: "What are you? You are worthy of offering me a gift? It's a pity that this treasure, after passing through your hands, is dirty."

The repeated humiliations left Chen San's memory with burning pain.

But no matter how intense the burning pain was, it couldn't compare to his intention to attach himself.

"Relying on myself, even if I exhaust my whole life, I will only be twisting and struggling in the dirty and muddy bottom crevices, growing a few insignificant leaves."

"At any time, I might be completely crushed by a bigger stone, or crushed by an unintentional foot."

"Relying on myself is absolutely impossible, but it's not that there is no other hope!"

"I was originally a weed. A humble vine can only reach a certain height by attaching itself to a high mountain, touching more sunlight, and seeing more scenery."

"They don't look down on me just because I don't have much value. Who would recruit a low-grade spiritual root, a weed vine with no potential, as a subordinate?"

"How can I make myself more valuable?"

"Perhaps rooting at the bottom is both my weakness and my strength—"

The vine named Chen San grew from the mine in his childhood, under the sunlight, gradually to here, in the giant rock crevice next to the Bluestone Cave Dwelling, under the moonlight, the leaves trembling in the night wind.

What will be the result of this attachment?

Will the person behind this door be the next Manager Zhao, the next Captain Wang? Will the folding fan of that young master in the auction house push him away again?

And at the same time, expectation was like a firefly in the dark, jumping weakly and tenaciously.

What if? What if this time is different?

What if the owner of this Shushi Cave Dwelling really needs a sharp-eyed ear, a helper walking in the shadows?

Worry, expectation, tension, and a little panic, like invisible vines, wrapped around Chen San's heart, tightening more and more.

In the wailing of the night wind, his body and mind were taut, constantly accumulating chill.

Silence, it was still boundless silence.

The green jade gate remained motionless, like ten-thousand-year black ice.

Chen San subconsciously looked at the ordinary vine in the rock crevice again; he seemed to see his own destined ending, shattering in the wind.

And just at this moment, inside the cave dwelling gate, there seemed to be an extremely slight "click" sound of jade rubbing against jade.

Chen San's pupils contracted sharply, his whole body's muscles tightened, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The gate opened a tiny gap.

Then, under Chen San's close gaze, this gap gradually widened, revealing the figure of an old cultivator.

"Chen San pays respects to the senior." Chen San immediately bowed.

The old cook looked him up and down, nodded slightly: "The Young Master has summoned you, follow me."

Chen San's heart was filled with joy. In the past, it was the subordinates of the strong who fobbed him off; he didn't expect that this time, he would be summoned by Unlike Ning Zhuo personally.

Although he had participated in Unlike Ning Zhuo's banquet at the restaurant just now, but public and private—. Chen San, who had been struggling at the bottom, knew too well the huge difference between them!

Thump, thump, thump—

Along with the intensification of expectation, Chen San's tension also intensified, and his heartbeat accelerated.

The Martial Arts Formation opened a passage the size of a door; Chen San stepped into it, saw Unlike Ning Zhuo sitting in meditation from afar, and immediately bowed respectfully.

Unlike Ning Zhuo: "Chen San, how did the matter I asked you to do go?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo's tone was not polite, but Chen San was even happier. Because the attitude towards fellow daoists and subordinates is different.

Chen San reported Ah Huo's performance and so on to Unlike Ning Zhuo concisely.

Unlike Ning Zhuo did not answer, but fell into a brief silence.

Chen San stared at the floor tiles by his feet, his heartbeat intensifying, his mouth dry, feeling like a day was like a year.

Unlike Ning Zhuo took out a bag of spirit stones and threw it to Chen San's feet: "I read your information; you are also a person who participated in the Flying Cloud Assembly, so the Myriad Phenomena Sect conducted more investigations into your situation. Therefore, I also know quite a bit."

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"Since you are good at information collection, then use this money to handle a matter for me first."

Chen San was overjoyed, hurriedly kneeling on one knee on the ground: "Please give your orders, Young Master, your subordinate will definitely do his best."

Unlike Ning Zhuo then said: "I want you to spread some gossip—"

Chen San listened carefully, remembered it immediately, and then repeated it to Unlike Ning Zhuo, word for word, almost without any difference.

He had an outstanding memory; otherwise, he couldn't do the job of information. In fact, he grew up in a mine since he was a child; without an outstanding memory, how could he distinguish the correct path in complex and similar underground mines and mine tunnels?

Unlike Ning Zhuo nodded slightly: "Go."

Chen San: "Subordinate takes his leave."

Behind him, the formation opened a passage the size of a door; he bowed, retreated several steps, and then turned and left.

The old cook stood outside the formation, seeing Chen San come out, stretched out his arm: "This way."

The two walked out of the cave dwelling one after the other.

Chen San bowed to the old cook to say goodbye: "Thank you, old senior."

The old cook gave an expressionless "en": "Since you have obtained the Young Master's high regard, then do your work well."

"Subordinate will definitely do his best!" Chen San dared to be a little louder, making a guarantee.

The old cook closed the cave dwelling gate.

Chen San turned and left, walked to the edge of the stone platform, stopped again, turned to face the cave dwelling and bowed.

He drove the clouds and left; halfway there, the night wind blew constantly, and he calmed down a little.

He shook his head slightly, still feeling a bit dazed.

Recalling the encounter just now, it was like a dream.

He didn't expect that Unlike Ning Zhuo didn't give him a long-winded lecture, but directly threw him a new task.

"This should be Young Master Ning's another test?"

Thinking of this, Chen San then used his spiritual sense to probe into the storage bag.

"There are actually so many spirit stones?" The number of spirit stones in the storage bag exceeded his expectations.

He had actually already prepared to pay for it himself; Unlike Ning Zhuo gave funds far exceeding the activity itself, which was an encounter Chen San had never had before!

"Is he not afraid that I will take this money and run away directly?" Doubt arose in Chen San's heart.

"Or is he of noble birth and doesn't know how much it costs to spread rumors?"

Chen San shook his head again, his eyes becoming firm: "No matter what, I must firmly grasp this good opportunity!"

Ban Family Ancestral Hall.

Creak, creak—

A group of Supreme Elders surrounded the Clan Fate Pivot Chain, their faces all livid.

The Clan Fate Pivot Chain unfolded its deformation again, revealing some secrets of Unlike Ning Zhuo's luck.

"This guy still obtained this luck!"

"Before obtaining it, he already suppressed Ban Ji. Now his luck is even more prosperous, what should we do?"

"Ban Ji's King's Mandate needs to be stimulated step by step, but Unlike Ning Zhuo has blocked Ban Ji, which is equivalent to blocking the entire Ban family's promotion channel."

"Must resolve this tribulation for Ban Ji!"

"But the Myriad Phenomena Sect cannot be provoked—"

"Need to discuss it from a long-term perspective!"

"First use the Clan Fate Pivot Chain to create some trouble for his luck. This kid's luck only calculated half of the content, but it has already made me feel shocked; we must curb him in this regard!"

"Second the motion."

"Second the motion."

"Second the motion!"

One day later.

Ban Ji met Wangyan Monk, Rust Disaster Craftsman, and Liu Lord Qing Yan in the cave dwelling.

His face also turned livid.

"What are you doing? Scared out of your wits by Unlike Ning Zhuo?!" Ban Ji stared at the three demonic cultivators in front of him and mocked.

Wangyan Monk put his hands together on his chest: "This Unlike Ning Zhuo has already obtained the stone token and is a genius even stronger than you, Ban Ji, and has a mysterious and powerful force supporting him behind his back. This reward of yours is absolutely not enough for me to go against such a heaven-favored child."

Ban Ji's face softened a little: "Unlike Ning Zhuo's strength indeed exceeded my original expectations. If the money is too little, that's easy to handle! I'll just add more money."

But the response he got was the three people shaking their heads.

Rust Disaster Craftsman said: "I'm afraid I have the life to earn it but not the life to spend it. Pan Si Niangzi has been missing for many days. She previously wanted to deal with Unlike Ning Zhuo with the help of Che Zhuzi, but now there is no news, so she must be in bad luck."

Liu Lord Qing Yan: "Even if we can deal with Unlike Ning Zhuo now, how will we face the revenge of the force behind him in the future?"

"What's more terrifying is that he has already obtained Qing Huangzi's first place, and now he has four first places in hand."

"What about you, Ban Ji?"

Ban Ji's face flushed red, revealing anger.

He roared in a low voice: "I just had my rhythm broken! If I were to truly exert myself, without this brat Unlike Ning Zhuo making trouble, I would definitely have been the stone token long ago."

"Don't you know my strength?"

The three were silent, looking at each other.

Rust Disaster Craftsman: "It is precisely because we know your strength and future that we agreed to deal with Unlike Ning Zhuo in the first place."

"But the struggle between you and Unlike Ning Zhuo is not something we can get involved in."

Wangyan Monk: "There are already a large number of rumors on the market saying that the three of us were instructed by you to obstruct Unlike Ning Zhuo."

"If we make things difficult for Unlike Ning Zhuo again, it will be too dangerous; if things go wrong, the Myriad Phenomena Sect will take action to rectify us!"

Ban Ji was silent. ===== CHAPTER 751 =====