Free Web NovelChapter 548: Chapter 333: Poor Fortune
"Congratulations, Senior Sister Jiang!!"
Seeing Jiang Wanzhao receive the gift from the Celestial Dao Cauldron, all the disciples of her lineage who were present chimed in with their congratulations.
But at this point, the congratulations were mainly aimed at getting a reward.
Next, a satisfied Jiang Wanzhao didn’t keep everyone in suspense any longer. With a wave of her hand, she tossed out the "sphere of blessed fortune"—which had already shrunk considerably—as if she were tossing an embroidered ball.
After reaching a certain height, the sphere of blessed fortune automatically split into hundreds of smaller, individual orbs of varying sizes, each flying toward one of the people present.
Everyone instantly looked up with great anticipation, waiting for their blessed fortune to arrive.
"The biggest embroidered ball is mine! I’ll castrate whoever tries to snatch it!"
Only Zhao Feixiong chose to take the initiative, darting toward a sphere of blessed fortune that was clearly much larger than the others.
From his words, it was clear that Zhao Feixiong was genuinely treating this sphere of blessed fortune as if it were an embroidered ball tossed by Jiang Wanzhao.
However, judging by its trajectory, the largest sphere of blessed fortune was supposed to go to Zou Feng.
Seeing this, Jiang Wanzhao naturally wasn’t going to stand by and do nothing.
She immediately delivered another slap mid-air, once again sending Zhao Feixiong flying backward.
At the same time, she also knocked a slightly smaller sphere of blessed fortune into Zhao Feixiong.
With Zhao Feixiong out of the way, the largest sphere of blessed fortune landed with Zou Feng without any further trouble.
Judging by the looks from the others present, almost no one was dissatisfied.
After all, the bowl of oil-pulled noodles Zou Feng had made earlier had provided a significant boost even to Jiang Wanzhao, a Golden Core Realm cultivator.
To some, the most incredible effect of those noodles was that they allowed Jiang Wanzhao to summon thunder from a clear sky.
In short, if word of this got out, countless "unremarkable" Female Cultivators in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect would be lining up for a bowl of Zou Feng’s personally-cooked oil-pulled noodles, hoping to comprehend the Thunder Escape Technique.
From this point on, if Zou Feng ever said something like, "I’ll make you some noodles," no one would ever mistake it for a vulgar come-on.
In addition to his fried rice joint, if he were to open a few noodle shops, their business would be just as explosive.
After the sphere of blessed fortune settled on Zou Feng’s head, it swiftly dissolved into a glowing mist that enveloped him.
In that moment, Zou Feng felt his confidence skyrocket. He was filled with a certainty that he would succeed at anything he did.
At the same time, an inexplicable sense of joy and comfort washed over him, a feeling even more pleasant than practicing the Dragon and Tiger Kan and Li Skill.
The most absurd thing was that he could now clearly feel even something as ethereal as Luck.
He felt his Luck overflowing, making him want to jump into a high-stakes gamble for a great Immortal Fate right away.
This blessed fortune from the Celestial Dao Cauldron was truly wondrous.
No wonder even Jiang Wanzhao had looked like she’d just reached a climax...
By now, most of the people around had also received their blessed fortunes. Many of them had even more undignified reactions, shouting and crying out in a manner that was utterly shameless.
Meanwhile, the glowing mist around Zou Feng was gradually gathering in his palm.
A moment later, a palm-sized talisman materialized in Zou Feng’s hand.
Strictly speaking, this talisman only looked like one; it wasn’t a physical object. It seemed to be condensed from some kind of power that Zou Feng could not yet comprehend.
Zou Feng stared blankly at the talisman, his eyes filled with confusion.
’The Celestial Dao Cauldron analyzed my fortune and decided this thing is the most useful for me right now?’
’But aren’t talismans just single-use items...?’
As he pondered this, the talisman in his hand began to glow faintly, and a flash of insight entered Zou Feng’s mind.
He now understood exactly what the talisman was.
The talisman had a rather uninspired name: the Clear Heart Soul Suppressing Talisman.
It allowed the wielder to instantly regain their senses when their mind was severely affected and they were losing self-control.
After realizing what the talisman did, Zou Feng was stunned for a moment before becoming deeply disappointed.
’That’s it!?’
’I thought that after receiving such a huge sphere of "blessed fortune," I’d get some supreme Heavenly and Earthly Treasure. But instead, they fob me off with this thing...’
He glanced at the other disciples. The spheres of blessed fortune they’d received were smaller than his, yet nearly all of them were ecstatic. They had clearly gotten something that made them very happy.
However, Zou Feng quickly calmed himself.
’A product of the Celestial Dao Cauldron can’t possibly be garbage. This Clear Heart Talisman must be more than just an ordinary talisman.’
’Its effects can’t be as simple as the description makes them out to be.’
"What’s wrong? You don’t look too happy with your blessed fortune."
Jiang Wanzhao had been watching Zou Feng’s reaction the whole time and had now walked right up to him.
Jiang Wanzhao was still in her more mature form. Even her voice had changed, now possessing an alluring, magnetic quality.
Zou Feng was still having a hard time getting used to it.
"Senior Sister Jiang, the Celestial Dao Cauldron just gave me a talisman..."
He said it outright, hoping Jiang Wanzhao could shed some light on the matter.
But after hearing him, Jiang Wanzhao was a bit baffled herself.
"Perhaps the Celestial Dao Cauldron has some other, deeper meaning..." In the end, her reply was basically useless.
On the other side, Zhao Feixiong, who had been slapped away, staggered to his feet.
He had also received a gift of blessed fortune and was quite satisfied with it, so he was no longer hung up on failing to catch the largest "embroidered ball."
But the moment he saw that Jiang Wanzhao still hadn’t changed back to normal, his expression immediately soured.
The truth was, whether Jiang Wanzhao slapped him or kicked him, Zhao Feixiong didn’t consider it a punishment at all.
In fact, it was more like a reward to him, one he would gladly accept.
The only condition was that Jiang Wanzhao couldn’t be in this mature form of hers.
