Chapter 158
“Wow, there’s a backstory too!” Chen Huai'an stared at the detailed information that appeared in the game, muttering to himself, “Looks like this Di Jiang was quite a character—serving the country and the people, a good emperor. How did he end up as a corpse king? And with so many soul-fixing nails in his face... Could it be that someone dug up his tomb out of resentment?”
He pulled out the sword, Chen Jiang, from his backpack.
The imperial sword materialized between his knees, emanating a faint aura of royal authority.
“What a sword! What a sword!”
Chen Huai'an reached out to touch the hilt.
But before his hand could grasp it, a layer of frost enveloped his palm; if he got any closer, it would freeze solid.
This sword’s hilt was off-limits!
“Bah!”
Chen Huai'an’s lips curled in disdain as he hung Chen Jiang on the wall.
The sword was constantly exhaling cold air—wasn’t it just a top-notch air conditioner?
Even in winter, it had its uses.
If he put it in a cardboard box, that box would turn into a refrigerator.
“My Black Scale Sword is way better; it can chop vegetables and slay enemies, and it keeps the bed warm at night.”
He shot a contemptuous glare at Chen Jiang hanging on the wall. “You just hang there and reflect on your shortcomings.”
He reopened the electronic girlfriend game.
With a billion in savings at hand, it was time to let the demonic cultivators of the Cangyun Realm feel the malice of fate calculation.
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Chapter 169: Found You (tijin +1)
【Today's divination: great misfortune, avoid everything】
【Remaining lifespan: 6 years】
Ignoring the ominous divination, Chen Huai'an directly opened the customer service system:
“Help me deduce who’s behind those demonic cultivators in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm.”
【This is your first deduction today; this deduction is free.】
【Note: Due to your luck loss reaching a thousand layers, to prevent accidental death, this deduction is denied. Please reduce your luck loss layers first!】
Chen Huai'an’s lips twitched.
Honestly, he had already felt the power of a thousand layers of luck loss.
Now, he had to tread carefully in everything he did. Can you believe he actually got served food with worms in a shelter? He switched to another plate, finished it, and still ended up with diarrhea—enough to clog the toilet! And of course, that day, there was no water. Not only that, but there was no toilet paper either. He had to waddle out to get some, only to step on his shoelaces…
An ordinary person with a thousand layers of luck loss might not survive an hour.
But he was tough, a cultivator; even with a broken nose, he could recover, which is why he didn’t seem too affected.
But only he knew how unbearable it was.
To put it bluntly, if he hadn’t lost a thousand layers of luck, he might not have encountered the corpse king Di Jiang, and the bearded man wouldn’t have died. Di Jiang could have revived elsewhere, but instead, he had to spawn right in front of him!
It was all bad luck!
“Tell me, how can I clear the luck loss status?”
【Doing good deeds can clear the luck loss status. Depending on the merit, you can clear 1 to 1000 layers of luck loss. You can also recharge to clear it: the first hundred layers for 1000¥, layers 101-400 for 10,000¥, layers 401-700 for 100,000¥, and layers 701-1000 for 1,000,000¥.】
“1 million to clear a layer? Why don’t you go rob a bank?!” Chen Huai'an’s voice twisted in frustration as he argued with the screen, “I killed the corpse king Di Jiang; doesn’t that count as a good deed? If Di Jiang were still alive, how many people would die?”
【The birth of the corpse king Di Jiang caused over fifty thousand deaths. The player bears this karma, and the merit cancels out the sin.】
“Is that how merit is calculated?!” Chen Huai'an was furious.
But suddenly, he couldn’t stay angry.
What good is delayed justice when so many lives have already been lost?
If he had to shout about killing Di Jiang to gain merit, he had to do it perfectly.
Anyone could wear the title of hero.
But being a true hero wasn’t that easy.
“Alright, I get it. I’ll recharge.”
It was impossible to clear all the luck loss just by spending money, but clearing the first hundred layers was fine as long as it didn’t affect his fate calculations. The other layers could be cleared later; after all, the real world wasn’t peaceful, and evil spirits could emerge at any time.
“Tell me, who’s the mastermind behind the demonic cultivators in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm?”
With 900 layers of luck loss, Chen Huai'an wore a grim expression, filled with deep resentment.
【This is your third question today, costing 1000¥.】
【This deduction carries significant karma and will increase your luck loss layers! Are you sure you want to proceed?】
“Proceed!”
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In the Cangyun Realm, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.
Countless cultivators looked up at the sky in fear; dark clouds gathered, and a golden vertical eye wrapped in lightning scanned the surroundings, as if searching for something. Fortunately, this celestial phenomenon didn’t last long before it vanished.
The old monsters of various sects were unfazed.
They merely opened their eyes to take a glance before closing them again to continue their meditation.
However, deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a cavern, Ji Dong, who was cultivating in a blood pool, couldn’t sit still.
Even though he didn’t face that golden heavenly eye directly, he still felt goosebumps all over, as if sitting on pins and needles.
Having just reached the peak of the Transformation God stage, he was more sensitive to such celestial probing. He immediately opened his eyes and shouted, “What audacity! You dare to spy on me?! I’ll see who it is!”
With a fierce glare, he activated his technique to look at the sky, only to spew blood.
“Why is it that person again? What does he want?”
In that fleeting glimpse of fate, he saw the figure holding a sword, and a chilling sensation gripped him, as if a python was coiling around him. Surely, it couldn’t be that just because he exchanged glances with this person, he was marked?
But he practiced secret techniques!
“Calm down, stay calm.” Ji Dong took a deep breath.
Since he had already been discovered, the priority was to prepare.
His formation was already perfected and wouldn’t interfere with that esteemed one’s plans. Even if all the demonic cultivators and disciples practicing demonic arts outside the Zhongzhou Secret Realm were found, it wouldn’t matter; they were merely decoys.
But he still wanted to live.
To live and restore the glory of the Tianmo Sect, even if it meant relying on the favor of those esteemed ones.
“Esteemed one, I might be under surveillance.” Ji Dong took out a jade tablet, on which a faint image of a woman appeared. He forced a flattering smile and said respectfully, “That person is a renowned sword cultivator. According to my subordinates’ investigation, he has been confirmed to be a certain elder from the Sword Pavilion, named Chen Huai'an.”
【Chen Huai'an?】
The woman’s voice in the jade tablet was filled with confusion.
【I haven’t heard of this person. There is an elder with the surname Chen in the Sword Pavilion, but not by that name.】
“That might be because he’s hiding his identity. Esteemed one, look, I’ve already arranged everything; I’m just waiting for the Zhongzhou Secret Realm…”
【You should leave the Ten Thousand Mountains.】
The woman’s tone was calm: 【The old nun will cover your fate. Don’t worry, that sword cultivator won’t find you. Find a remote place to stay until the commotion in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm passes, then you can come out.】
Hearing this, Ji Dong felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. He quickly bowed and said joyfully, “Thank you, esteemed one. Rest assured, I will find even better artifacts for you in the future.”
【Mm.】
The woman in the jade tablet didn’t want to say much more, and her figure dissipated like smoke.
At the same time, a vast spiritual sense swept over, and Ji Dong immediately felt the surrounding spiritual energy become murky. As he stepped out of the cave, the landscape had dramatically changed. Clearly, the core of this formation had been completely concealed within the veil of fate, and even his own fate seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.
This concealment of fate was incredibly domineering.
He could barely sense the direction of heaven and earth.
Ji Dong left the Ten Thousand Mountains and found a farmhouse, disguising himself as a traveling merchant and checking into an inn.
This little town of mortals was the safest place.
Generally, cultivators wouldn’t come this way.
“With that esteemed one helping me conceal my fate, I’m completely safe now.”
Ji Dong happily poured himself a jug of wine, contemplating whether to refine a couple of blood corpses to play with that night.
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Meanwhile.
In the No. 0 Shelter.
Chen Huai'an squinted at the middle-aged man dressed as a traveling merchant in the inn, a sinister smile creeping across his lips.
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