CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 90: TODAY I BRING PEACH BLOSSOMS, DARK CLOUDS DISPERSE AND LIGHT BREAKS FORTH

It seems that the effect of the "Lotus Dao Intent" is to attend a class by that old gentleman and gain benefits from it.

But he directly recited "Peach Blossom Spring" which was supposed to be taught. The old gentleman then thought he didn’t need to attend the class anymore.

Damn!

If I had known, I wouldn’t have shown off!

"Lotus Purple Qi"... can be used to evolve the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill!

Fan Wubing is very satisfied with this stroke of fortune!

Without exaggeration, being able to survive in this Peach Blossom Spring till now, the top contributor is indeed the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill!

To evolve such a precious skill, of course, it’s worth it!

But,

Fan Wubing somehow felt something was missing.

He was thinking about what the old gentleman said about the "fiftieth fortune"... the elusive "one"... When thinking of this, it made him itchy with curiosity. It felt like a novel was about to conclude, but the author suddenly abandoned it.

"I want that ’one’!"

Fan Wubing tried again to collect other fortunes, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t. Even the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill was useless.

Because he already acquired six fortunes, and upon seeing him, they fled madly, impossible to catch.

"Six is the limit, huh..."

Fan Wubing sighed, looked up at the Parasol Tree in front of him, and murmured to himself,

"Parasol, oh Parasol, you’ve given so many fortunes to the demons, why not give me just one more?"

The Parasol Tree remained still, not a breeze in sight.

"Damn! You’re really this stingy?!"

Fan Wubing squinted at the Parasol Tree and thought... this tree certainly has grown lushly, standing tall like a canopy... Maybe I should dig one up someday and plant it on Enlightenment Peak.

Wait!

There’s one right here!

He glanced around, tiptoed to the Parasol Tree.

A little guilty, like a thief...

This isn’t stealing; it’s picking up!

No one said you can’t dig up this Parasol Tree, right?

Mr. He’s rules didn’t mention it either.

Since it doesn’t say I can’t, then,

I can!

Fan Wubing convinced himself, and applied some eye ointment.

Then,

Let’s proceed!

Fan Wubing bent down, Blood Burning Skill activated, mustering strength, he uprooted the Parasol Tree!

...

Outside Peach Blossom Spring, in the clouds above,

Zhu Zixuan said,

"The Peach Blossom Spring is about to close. Now, at most, there are five fortunes. You’re bound to lose, He Youyi! See, I was right; at most, a small harvest or two. A big harvest of seven fortunes is simply too exaggerated for the Little South Continent!"

He Youyi slightly frowned,

"Maybe you should think about what actually happened in the Peach Blossom Spring. Although it’s stabilized, twenty-seven people perished overnight that evening."

"One thing at a time. If something went wrong, I’ll bear it, but don’t think you’ll escape our bet."

He Youyi ignored him, and after a while,

"Wait! Another fortune was acquired! It’s... that child from the beginning, six fortunes, he’s got six now!"

Zhu Zixuan furrowed his brow but then relaxed,

"Hmm hmm, six fortunes, six. So what? Is there a seventh? No, right? Since there’s not, it’s at most a tie between us."

He Youyi said nothing, continuing to watch the aura overflowing from the Peach Blossom Spring.

Zhu Zixuan chuckled dryly,

"Don’t do that; you’re making me nervous. Do you really think, in this little remaining time, there could be another one? You should know, going from five to six is exceptionally difficult, let alone from six to—"

Before he could finish,

The Peach Blossom Spring suddenly trembled violently.

He Youyi sensed it, and exclaimed with joy,

"Seven fortunes, Zhu Zixuan, seven fortunes, it truly happened, a big harvest, a big harvest!"

He was overjoyed as if he had won the big harvest himself.

Zhu Zixuan stared dumbfoundedly at the Peach Blossom Spring,

"Goodness... it really happened! Is the Little South Continent going to experience a major change?"

He Youyi’s merry words faintly echoed from the clouds to the ground.

A crowd of elders waiting for their disciples on the ground, all astonished.

Mr. He is this happy?

Could it be... a big harvest!

The crowd began fervently discussing who it might be.

Could it be Luo Qingyao of the Changsheng Continent? Ye Wuyue?

Or... the extraordinarily gifted Fu Manman of the Eternal Immortal Sect?

Or perhaps the talented disciples from other factions?

As a ray of dawn shone through the distant clouds, casting light upon the plains.

This month’s Peach Blossom Spring finally came to an end.

Fan Wubing walked out from the path, looked at the distant dawn, took a deep breath, and said happily,

"Indeed, the air outside smells so much better."

(End of this volume)