Jiang Zita lived to over a hundred years of age, and only today did he realize that scratching lottery tickets is addictive.
He drew the Central Wuji Xinghuang Flag on the very first try, saving many immortals and stabilizing the chaotic situation, becoming the hero who pulled back the surging waves. For a moment, he felt his heart surge with emotion, truly unable to calm down.
Lying flat and being a hero are not mutually exclusive. He found that as long as he paid the incense force for a year, he could draw another treasure.
What else can he hesitate about? As one of Hou Tian's confidants, it is not easy to please this stingy and unforgiving person. Who knows when he will be pulled out to take the blame? Hou Tian won't be sentimental and even his own sister said suppress, just suppress. What is the old Jiang worth?
Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, and Hou Tian is many times more fierce than a tiger. With such a high cost, there are naturally also benefits in everyday life. The salary and the incense offerings are just the basic benefits, and the remaining income can't be detailed.
What's one year's salary? Draw it!
The second draw's luck was not very good, and only a treasure umbrella was drawn. In ordinary times, it would also be a small supreme item, as this umbrella was refined by Tang Chanyin using the refining technique of Yuan Shi Tianzun combined with various rare spiritual materials. However, in the face of the Central Wuji Xinghuang Banner, this treasure umbrella appears to have no value at all.
Jiang Ziya offered the treasure umbrella as a sacrifice, and after ten breaths, it was torn apart by three primordial beings. The only damage caused by the treasure umbrella was to kill one primordial being through self-destruction.
"Ziyu, well done. Try again and see if you can still pull out any magical treasures," Huanglong cheered him on.
Huanglong really has no way out. He is too poor. Even if he fuses his former sinful split personality, he cannot change his poor nature. A year's incense offerings? He couldn't even come up with one for a month.
Jiang Ziya did not hesitate either, for the benefit of the Primordial Wilderness!
Draw again!
He drew ten times in a row, and none of them were good treasures. It can only be said that they were better than nothing.
Although the crown did not explicitly state it, Old Jiang still sensed the meaning of "Your balance is insufficient, please recharge as soon as possible" through his over one hundred years of life experience.
No need to say, recharge and continue drawing!
To illustrate Jiao, for Yuan Shi Tianzun, fight it out!
On the seventeenth draw, he abruptly pulled out an ancient long sword from the crown, on which was inscribed a very audacious character "Zhu" (exterminate) in divine script.
Just looking at this character makes one feel as if they were amidst a sea of blood and corpses. This sword was made from the blood and lives of countless wise beings. It is a fierce and malevolent object.
Yuyuan, not far away, happened to witness the scene. He had always looked unfavorably upon Laoyang, and this hostility carried over from the Battle of Jingshen into today and could continue into the future.
Yuyuan's mouth was much faster than his brain. He shouted, "How dare you steal the sacred treasure of our sect? Quick, take your own life to apologize! What are you waiting for?!"
At first, Jiang Ziya was stunned. The volume of Yuyuan's voice was too loud. Even the chaotic beasts were still attacking fiercely. Yuyuan wielded the Jinguang Chaodu alone against two chaotic beasts, and he was very cautious, not using any magic. That's the effect of this voice, which is enhanced by a human speaker.
Old Jiang smiled nonchalantly and threw the Zhu Xian Sword in his hand to Yuyuan.
"Even if you give it back to me, it can't eliminate the guilt, huh?" Yuyuan took the Zhu Xian Sword effortlessly, subconsciously weighing it and finding that it wasn't the right weight.
Yuyuan was capable of refining the Huaxue Sword, and though his appearance was rough, he had a hidden talent. At the very least, he was not a mediocre blacksmith.
At this moment, lowering his head to look carefully, ignoring the terrifying "Zhu" character that looked like it would scare people, he discovered that this was actually a wooden sword.
A wooden sword that can be called the Zhu Xian Wood Sword?
Cursing words formed on his lips, but he forcefully swallowed them back. His impulsive actions were too embarrassing. The people from the Chuanzhen sect are also a bit sick, as they have nothing better to do, they made a wooden Zhu Xian Sword. Can't they do something more productive?
Old Jiang had drawn ninety-nine times in a row, and the heavens finally showed favor to him again. This time, he drew the Yuxu Yulin Lamp. Previously, the Yuxu Yulin Lamp was taken to Chaos by Chakushoku. After Chakushoku returned, the lamp returned to its original position. Tang Chanyin thought that such a treasure should be used as lighting in Yuxu Palace, which was a waste of it, so he put the spirit lamp into the crown.
This crown was actually made with a bit of the technique from the Division of Treasures Rock, which emphasizes that it's for the one who is meant to have it.
Of course, if you have a lot of money but are not destined to have it, then you can also try your luck.
The Yuxu Yulin Lamp, along with the Ba Jing Palace Lamp, Cuiguo Liangyi Lamp, and Lingjiu Palace Lamp, is ranked as one of the Four Great Spirit Lamps. Its grade is not inferior to the Central Wuji Xinghuang Banner.
Old Jiang finally stopped his actions. He was full of regret, continually slapping his hand, wondering how he could not control this hand of his.
After the Battle of Spirits, over a decade of his family's wealth was lost. What's more, he had to borrow incense for over seventy years on behalf of Ma.
It's downright life-threatening!
The Central Wuji Xinghuang Flag and the Yuxu Yulin Lamp worked in tandem, supporting a semi-transparent barrier made of jade.
The chaotic beasts that had breached the Temple of the King of Hell numbered in the hundreds. There were no divine beings or semi-divine beings, and one would say that their invasion was not serious enough to be considered an attack, but more like a suicide mission. However, the people of the Primordial World were much weaker. Any of those great beings could have come out to save the situation, but they did not appear.
The disciples of Xuanmen can be described as thrifty and indifferent, but their heart for the Daoist path cannot be underestimated. They all have strong willpower.
I can't beat this boss, so I'll go out and rest for a while, then come back with a plan. This is not an option.
Going forward courageously is the norm.
Let's not mention Tang Chanyin, Duobao, and others who have their eyes on the opening heaven's virtues. They are completely unaware of what is happening outside. Even if they know, in this current environment, they must first secure the clues about opening heaven's virtues before addressing any other issues.
If I don't get it, won't that be to the advantage of others? Who would give up? No one gives up. Chakushoku, Yunxiao, and they are all struggling forward without the slightest hesitation.
All the high-level cultivators in the Primordial World have disconnected, which has put the demons of the Temple of the King of Hell in a tough spot.
Yang Jie and Nezha are not do-gooders. As long as they save themselves, they will not pay attention to the strangers they don't know.
Jiang Ziya's preconceived image as a kind and wise elder. In reality, when he was in charge of the great powers of Zhou, he had to kill many enemies, and he also cleaned up most of the political enemies within his own camp. He has never been a soft-hearted old man.
The Central Wuji Xinghuang Banner is extremely consuming of spiritual power. Even if this banner recognizes him and is very fond of him, it only maintains a minimum level of spiritual power consumption. Even so, Old Jiang has no reason to save strangers he doesn't know.
A wise person proposed entering the trial arena to take refuge.
"Stop!" Nahui shouted loudly, but it was still a step too late.
The exquisite female fairy neither looked back nor hesitated. She made a hasty dash into the trial gate that represented the water ancestor Gonggong, adopting a disheveled posture.
She entered the trial gate for refuge, and the chaotic beings chasing her followed right in.
