Chapter 176: Could Chen Huai’an Be the Son of Fate?

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Chapter 176: Could Chen Huai’an Be the Son of Fate? Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes... Something wasn’t right. The Battle Order rewards for Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment were already at their peak—Foundation Establishment Perfection. Now, there were two supreme-tier rewards left: A Golden Mystery Box for Foundation Establishment Late Stage. A Sword Spiritual Root for Foundation Establishment Perfection. Chen Huai’an claimed his Battle Order rewards, staring at the Golden Mystery Box in his inventory... but he wasn’t happy. Why? Because he had terrible luck with mystery boxes. He was already cursed with bad gacha luck, and now, with 950 layers of Fortune Loss, if he actually pulled something good... Well, he’d cluck like a chicken in front of a five-speed electric fan. [Open Golden Mystery Box? (Contents: 1% chance of Supreme reward, 98.9% chance of Gold-tier reward, 0.1% chance of Purple-tier reward)] Chen Huai’an let out a bleak laugh. He already saw his fate unfolding before his eyes. Open! A burst of dazzling light shot out, blinding him in the face. [Congratulations! You have obtained... Supreme Reward - Scarlet Heart Insight: Lingxi Inscription!] Chen Huai’an’s eyes widened in shock. A Supreme-tier reward?! Even with 950 layers of Fortune Loss, he still managed to pull the rarest 1% drop?! But, thinking back, it made sense. Ever since he got this Virtual Girlfriend game, he had already been blessed by fate itself. Surviving 950 layers of Fortune Loss without dying was proof enough that he was playing on a broken version of reality. This Supreme reward was rightfully his! That said... Glancing at Li Qingran, who was still stabilizing her cultivation, Chen Huai’an quickly checked the item description—if it turned out to be useless, or worse, something he couldn’t use yet, then he was screwed. [Scarlet Heart Insight: Lingxi Inscription] The inventory icon displayed a golden wisp of qi. Chen Huai’an pondered for a moment... Good stuff! Very, very good stuff!! Before he could decide which technique to modify first, a soft voice suddenly called out. "Master... What are you looking at?" Chen Huai’an froze. He looked up... and for a split second, his mind went blank. Li Qingran stood under the moonlight, the silver glow draping a hazy radiance over her pure white dress. Her skin shimmered like flowing milk, each breath making her delicate collarbone shift ever so slightly. As she tilted her head, strands of dark hair slid over her slender neck, her gaze brimming with emotions like misty rain, dissolving into the soft dimples at the corners of her lips. Chen Huai’an didn’t dare look any longer. He felt like Tang Monk in front of the Queen of Women’s Country—he could only look at his nose, and his nose at his heart. "I was just... observing the grand affairs of the world!" He quickly diverted. "But, Master... You were just staring in my direction for quite some time..." "Ah! I heard Sect Master Su is quite skilled in cooking... How about we have him demonstrate?" Chen Huai’an deflected. "Master... You made embroidered socks for the fish demon... Can you make a pair for your disciple as well?" Li Qingran lightly bit her red lips, her gaze avoiding his face, instead lingering on his throat. She also didn’t dare look at him directly. "Hmm... That’s no problem. I’ll send them to you as soon as I return." Chen Huai’an shut his eyes tightly, pretending to cultivate. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze brushed against him. He cracked his eyes open slightly— Right at the edge of the bamboo bed, a pair of small, embroidered shoes had stopped just an inch away. Li Qingran stood with her head lowered, saying nothing. A deep blush crept from her collar to her ears. Chen Huai’an remained silent. Internally, he chanted Buddhist scriptures. Meanwhile, at the door, Su Qinian peeked his head inside, originally wanting to thank Ancestor Chen for giving his unruly disciple a golden opportunity. But the moment he looked in... He saw the master and disciple sitting stiffly on the bamboo bed. One with silver hair cascading down, exuding a celestial aura, yet with brows furrowed deeply in turmoil. The other with flushed cheeks, fingers twisting her silk dress, gaze downcast, seemingly lost in thought. Su Qinian swallowed his words instantly. His instincts told him... It was best not to interrupt this delicate atmosphere. Otherwise, he might end up entangled in some kind of cosmic karma he couldn't handle. Silently... He stepped back, extended his leg, and gently closed the door. Time ticked by. Both of them... Were reaching their limit. Just then— The flying boat shook slightly and finally came to a stop. Luoxia Peak had arrived. Chen Huai’an exhaled in relief, standing up. Li Qingran blinked before quickly rising as well. Instinctively, she reached out to hold his arm... But her hand passed straight through. She stared blankly at her palm, a fleeting hint of sadness flashing through her eyes. Her master’s poison hadn’t been fully cured. His real body was still fighting a great demon somewhere far away, locked in an unimaginable battle... possibly on the verge of life and death at any moment. "I’m not that old yet, Qingran... I don’t need help walking. We’ve arrived at Luoxia Peak—let’s go." His avatar didn’t have much time left. Chen Huai’an instructed Su Qinian to gather all disciples of Luoxia Peak at the summit. "If I’m bestowing an opportunity... I should at least see if they are worthy." Just as midnight passed... The Heavenly Divination cooldown refreshed. Chen Huai’an immediately asked— [Heavenly Divination in progress...] Across Cangyun Realm, the skies trembled, causing cultivators to glance upward before resuming their meditation. [Heavenly Divination complete!] [Answer: Just ask Sect Master Su Qinian.] Chen Huai’an: "……" What a waste of a divination. Turns out, Sword Pavilion had a sect-guarding treasure called Heart-Refining Sword Mirror. This artifact was used to temper a disciple’s Sword Heart, and it had the added function of revealing their loyalty and character. This explained why, when accusations arose about a disciple cultivating demonic arts, Su Qinian refused to believe it. Searᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. That very disciple, Tu Xinghe, hadn’t used the Heart-Refining Sword Mirror even once since he started dabbling in dark arts—hence, he had remained undetected. Hearing that Ancestor Chen planned to grant every disciple a great opportunity before the Zhongzhou Secret Realm expedition, Su Qinian was overjoyed. He ran around Luoxia Peak, carefully waking up every disciple lost in cultivation. By the time they all passed through the Heart-Refining Sword Mirror and assembled at the summit... It was already late into the night. Chen Huai’an stood in midair, hands behind his back. Behind him, the Blackscale Sword hovered three inches above the ground, its chilling sword aura scattering the moonlight like drifting snow. These disciples were about to fight for their lives in Zhongzhou Secret Realm. For themselves... And for the sect. The Secret Realm was unquestionably dangerous. And now... A mastermind hidden beyond his divinations was lurking inside. Even with all his efforts, he had only raised Li Qingran’s survival rate to the low 80s. The dangers... were clear as day. As the Ancestor of Sword Pavilion—even if it was just a disguise... He had to say something. … …

Chapter 176: Could Chen Huai’an Be the Son of Fate?

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