Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 390: Chapter 332: Twenty Years of Qi Fortune Devoured

”Why don’t you listen to my... explanation for a moment?”

In his Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit rarely shrank its head, looking guilty.

Oh, my goodness. You, this bastard, mock me for being unlucky every day, and it turns out not only do you know what’s going on, but you’re behind it.

Han Yu gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to enter his own Sea of Consciousness and beat the Artifact Spirit black and blue.

Never in his dreams did he expect that, originally merely looking for the Qi Fortune Cultivator, he’d somehow unravel a mystery on himself.

”Do you still want the Qi Fortune Cultivator?”

Seeing Han Yu about to explode, the Artifact Spirit quickly and quietly reminded him.

To hell with it, I’m done with this life...

Outside the Sea of Consciousness, a few people watched Han Yu, whose expression was somewhat off, puzzled as he suddenly changed his gritted teeth look to a weak one.

”This isn’t the deal I want to make.”

With his current fortune, there’s nothing worth seeing; he’s here for others’ fortune.

”I’ve heard the Celestial Secret Tower specializes in guiding fortunate individuals. What I’m asking is, can the Celestial Secret Tower introduce these people to me?”

Besides Ji Wushi, Han Yu’s words left the other two completely bewildered.

He came to the Celestial Secret Tower not for himself, but just to meet people?

What kind of weirdo is this?

The Tower Master of Celestial Secret immediately refused; every Qi Fortune Cultivator who comes here must pay a price to get even a few words of guidance, which in itself constitutes a transaction.

If they turn around and sell people’s information, where would the Celestial Secret Tower’s credibility be in the future?

Moreover, the Celestial Secret Tower is a neutral Sect, never interfering with anything outside itself.

Thus, Han Yu’s request contradicted the Celestial Secret Tower’s principles.

”This also isn’t possible. I’m sorry, besides helping others with guidance, the Celestial Secret Tower does nothing else. Please leave!”

The Tower Master said decisively.

”Please don’t rush to refuse, Tower Master!”

Han Yu quickly interrupted, as he hadn’t even named his price yet!

”Spirit Stones, Spirit Medicine, Magical Treasures, even my Pills—whatever the Celestial Secret Tower needs, feel free to mention.”

”Kid, are you that rich?”

Elder Tong couldn’t help but chime in sarcastically, only to be glared at by the Tower Master.

Clearly, the refusal had already been well articulated, and yet this troublemaker still chimed in.

Elder Tong pursed his lips; he mainly thought Han Yu didn’t have much on him, so he couldn’t help but interject.

Han Yu pondered for a moment, then listed his resources, ”I have an annual yield of one-tenth Spirit Stones from the Inspectorate. If the Celestial Secret Tower accepts Spirit Stones, I would gift them to you; if you require Spirit Medicine, I can purchase from the Hundred Herbs Bureau through the Fifth Tower.”

”As for Magical Treasures, I have connections with people who owe me favors from the Fifth Tower. I can get them for you. When it comes to my Pills, you can ask for any type if I have them, and I can provide them.”

At this point, Han Yu remembered he still had a field deep in the mountains, which he could offer too.

Ji Wushi was stunned, and even Elder Tong was left speechless.

Wow, it seems like this guy carries enough resources on him to make a small Sect prosper.

Whoever spread the rumor that this guy was a wasteful Pill God probably hasn’t seen the assets he’s amassed, which are enough to make him a kidnapping target even without these powers.

”It goes against the Celestial Secret Tower’s principles, so please leave!”

The Tower Master shook his head and firmly refused, casually signaling with a wave, and Han Yu then noticed that somehow seven Realm of Transcendence cultivators had already surrounded him.

The Artifact Spirit, this cowardly thing, was too guilty to make a sound, didn’t even warn him about the presence of these people.

Seeing their unyielding stance, Han Yu realized there was no hope of negotiation, so he sighed and turned to leave...

Only after he left did the seven cultivators, who had been on high alert, ascend into the air.

”What’s the deal with this guy, such strong misfortune!”

Good heavens, a group of fortune-exploring cultivators suddenly surrounded by this dark cloud; the reflexive reaction must have been enormous.

Calling him their nemesis wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

This has nothing to do with strength. Given the divination path walked by Celestial Secret Tower cultivators, they naturally find people like Han Yu disagreeable.

Especially the sudden vision of a crimson sky overhead—truly unprecedented.

”How did someone like this manage to survive until now?”

Another Realm of Transcendence cultivator was utterly baffled, considering how black fate could impact someone so unaffected.

”Wait a minute... why are your Omen Stars still shining so brightly?”

As everyone chatted, someone finally discovered something wrong.

The massive dark cloud had clearly drifted away with Han Yu, yet the Omen Stars on these few people hadn’t extinguished.

Not just them either; throughout the Celestial Secret Tower, cultivators’ heads were adorned with the same scarlet glow.

”This... there’s bloodshed coming for all of us!”

With wrinkles stiffening on the Tower Master’s face, under such conditions, becomes clear the Celestial Secret Tower is about to face a major catastrophe?

”That old bastard Tong Haohou...”

He gnashed his teeth, wanting to settle the score with Elder Tong. This old scoundrel dared to bring just anyone here, and as it turned out, that old guy had run away!

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Returning to Zhaodong City, Han Yu seemed silent, but a storm had already stirred within his Sea of Consciousness.

The energy of divine techniques was churning in the Sea of Consciousness like a whirlwind, sweeping Glass into the vortex.

”I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die...”

Han Yu gnashed his teeth; damn it, it’s hard to guard against a thief at home. Turns out, his bad luck was caused by this guy.

Good on him, committing a shady act and yet still standing there unfazed.

This guy had repeatedly sworn that he was doomed to bad luck, and he just didn’t catch on.

”I told you, ever since I started out, I’ve never been in a low-end fight. Do you have any idea how despairing it feels?”

Han Yu grumbled in his Sea of Consciousness.

Ever since he left the village, every opponent he met was stronger than him. As soon as he left the Northern Border, it got even more ridiculous—running into a Divine Gaze Realm black-robed figure with just sixty years of cultivation strength.

After gaining divine techniques, even more Divine Gaze Realm adversaries popped up.

Sometimes they didn’t just come in ones, it was a whole bunch.

Just barely managing to fight evenly with one Divine Gaze Realm opponent, out came the old monster Luo Yuqi, throwing him straight into a hellish difficulty level with the appearance of the Realm of Transcendence.

After tricking the old monster into becoming a Ginseng King, he indirectly offended another eight Realm of Transcendence old geezers.

This journey had been like being beaten to death, over and over again.

”Isn’t life getting better now?”

Glass weakly chimed in from the vortex, only to be met with an even bigger one, spinning around until it was dizzy, repeatedly begging for mercy.

”Let me explain... even Ping had a part in it!”

The energy vortex suddenly stopped, and after venting enough, Han Yu calmed down and withdrew the energy from his Sea of Consciousness.

The Artifact Spirit was extremely aggrieved, kneeling in the Sea of Consciousness, and pouting.

”Two years ago, Ping and I crashed into your house, and it aimed deliberately at your head.”

”Anyway, although I hadn’t awakened, when I was conscious, Ping was flying in the sky. Falling from such a height, did you really think your head was that hard? That was Ping holding back its strength just to knock you out.”

”It took half of your Qi Fortune and then tied itself to you. I... my hands were itchy, so I took the other half.”

At this point, the Artifact Spirit awkwardly rubbed its hands together.

Han Yu’s temple throbbed with veins. Alright, both of them had a part in it.

”How much?”

”What?”

The Artifact Spirit was confused, not quite understanding.

Han Yu snapped, ”How much Qi Fortune do I have?”

The Artifact Spirit bashfully showed two fingers.

Two years?

If one year of lost Qi Fortune equated to three years of bad luck, wouldn’t that mean six years of bad luck for him?

Never mind, somehow he could still manage.

Han Yu thought for a moment, sighed deeply, and was ready to forgive them.

”Uh... twenty years!”

The Artifact Spirit cautiously replied.

Han Yu’s briefly relaxed nerves instantly exploded. Twenty years of Qi Fortune?

”How dared you two bastards, twenty years... twenty years...”

He kept repeating the phrase.

Twenty years of Qi Fortune, and sixty years of bad luck. With his constitution, if he lived to two hundred, he’d endure half a lifetime of suffering.

If he lived only a hundred or so, then it’d be a lifetime of suffering.

”You two are really ruthless, twenty years, if I had that Qi Fortune, swallowing a West River Pill would let me soar, and you just squandered it. I’ve got nothing left.”

Just thinking about the sixty years of misfortune ahead made Han Yu’s liver ache.

”Not really, you still gained something.”

The Artifact Spirit quietly retorted.

”What did I gain?”

Han Yu was skeptical; given their style of stripping him bare, he truly had zero expectations.

”You gained me...”

Glass declared firmly, holding her head high.

But before she could finish the sentence, a new storm appeared once again, sweeping her back into the vortex...