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Ye Xiuyuan looked at her, his eyes slightly red, filled with gratitude, which made Song Xiaoling feel even more heartbroken. At the same time, she couldn't help but harbor some resentment towards Qi Xiao.
That little brat, truly narrow-minded!
It was just a room; he was unwilling to share it with Junior Brother Ye. According to her, as a senior brother, Qi Xiao should take the initiative to care for his junior. It wouldn't be unreasonable for him to willingly give up the room. Yet, he insisted on acting this way, which was simply beneath contempt.
Unknowingly, Song Xiaoling's heart was filled with grievances, and she blamed the entire situation on Qi Xiao. She completely forgot that it had originated from her own actions.
In the end, it was Shen Qing who cleared his throat and spoke up. "If Junior Brother Ye doesn't mind, you can stay with me."
"We're all from the same sect; there's no need to make things so unpleasant."
Song Xiaoling paused in her steps and looked at Ye Xiuyuan. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded. If he continued to act special, he might provoke further dissatisfaction; since Shen Qing was willing to offer him this opportunity, it would be best to accept it.
With a thought, Ye Xiuyuan couldn't help but glance at the favorability level above Shen Qing's head, where three black characters appeared.
That's right; ever since he turned sixteen, Ye Xiuyuan discovered that he had gained something strange—it called itself a system. It told him that it could exchange things for him to obtain everything he desired.
However, the items available for exchange included but were not limited to gold and silver, cultivation techniques, magical artifacts, and rare materials. While Ye Xiuyuan could understand the former items, the latter left him somewhat bewildered.
He found that this system could also exchange for opportunities, wealth luck, and even fate luck. The value of these exchanges far exceeded those of the earlier items, especially fate luck's value.
He once asked the system what would happen if a person lost all their luck. The system chuckled ominously and replied, "Everyone in this world has luck—some have bad luck while others have good luck. When good luck reaches a certain level, they become what you call 'the chosen one,' favored by heaven."
"What you should be asking is what happens when someone loses all their good luck," it continued. "The lightest consequence is a life full of obstacles; the worst is meeting a violent death."
As for a cultivator's luck, it was even more crucial—the better one's luck, the closer they could get to the way of heaven. Throughout history, those who became great figures or achieved immortality were all individuals blessed with abundant luck!
"If you possess such luck, you too can stand in the same position as them."
Ye Xiuyuan felt his eyes blaze with excitement and his heart burn with fervor at those words. However, to exchange for someone else's belongings, that person must be willing.
What does it mean to be willing? Only when the favorability reaches a certain level can the system deem it as genuine willingness.
From that day on, Ye Xiuyuan stepped out of his room and began to make friends widely. One day, while accompanying his master to Qingjing Peak, he saw several strands of thick fortune swirling upwards into the sky.
Ye Xiuyuan finally understood that the remedy he had been desperately searching for all these years was right before him. The system provided two types of numbers: one in black, representing negative feelings, and one in red, representing positive feelings. The larger the numbers, the deeper the corresponding emotions.
He glanced around and noticed that aside from Su Lingyue and Song Xiaoling, whose favorability was steadily above seventy, everyone else's favorability was mostly black. A few red numbers appeared, but they were only single digits.
Ye Xiuyuan couldn't help but furrow his brows. He had worked hard to maintain his image for so many years just for the sake of favorability, yet now it was easily ruined by Song Xiaoling. It seemed he needed to find a way to persuade her not to sabotage his efforts.
Before long, Lu Mingyuan dismissed everyone, instructing them to return to their respective rooms. Some curious and playful disciples wanted to see the rumored Qian Deng City and happily reported this to Lu Mingyuan before setting off.
"Junior Brother, you must try the beef noodles at this inn; they are exceptional."
A couple of bowls of red oil beef noodles sprinkled with scallions were served up. The broth was bright and inviting, and the noodles were flavorful and chewy, instantly whetting one's appetite.
Although cultivation advocated for fasting, it was fine for disciples like them to indulge in flavors occasionally. Qi Xiao slurped up the noodles; the spicy broth made him flush red and brought tears to his eyes.
Lu Mingyuan pointed at him and laughed heartily. Seeing his cheerful demeanor made Qi Xiao laugh along as well. It felt good to have Senior Brother Lu still alive.
The next day dawned bright and clear.
After counting the number of disciples and sharing some precautions, Lu Mingyuan led everyone on their journey. The dense forest of Xiaonan Mountain made it inconvenient to use flying tools, and there were numerous bird-like beasts within. Lu Mingyuan feared that flying directly into the mountain might cause disturbances, so he decided to take all the disciples down from the boat at the foot of the mountain.
There were a total of ten disciples participating in this trial, and Lu Mingyuan divided them into two teams—one led by himself and the other by his deputy, Su Lingyue.
Some disciples were unwilling and clamored to stay with Lu Mingyuan, but he persuaded them to return. "Junior Sister Su has always been diligent and responsible. You can follow her without worry. If you encounter any difficulties, just contact me through the communication jade talisman."
Su Lingyue immediately reassured them, "Rest assured, fellow disciples. I will do my utmost to ensure your safety." She tugged at Song Xiaoling's sleeve, prompting her to speak up reluctantly. "With both me and Senior Sister here at the Golden Core stage, you won't be in any danger. Just relax."
The small South Mountain was quite expansive, so one team set off from the west while the other departed from the east, planning to meet at the foot of the mountain seven days later. The disciples were encouraged to showcase their skills—gathering herbs, mining, and hunting beasts. All resources collected could be kept for themselves or offered to the sect in exchange for spirit stones and merit points.
In case they encountered large beasts or Azure Feather Birds, they were instructed to communicate and regroup promptly. The two teams gradually moved farther apart.
The dense forest was lush with vegetation, and the sounds of insects and birds filled the air. After walking for a while, Qi Xiao's group only came across a few small beasts that had just begun to awaken their spiritual intelligence—too weak to even be considered true monsters.
For a moment, disappointment washed over everyone. One handsome male disciple pouted and said, "How long are we going to wander around? Brother Lu, why don’t we head straight into the depths of South Mountain? There’s nothing of value out here; just wasting time going in circles."
He was a disciple of an elder from the Artifact Refining Hall named Ji Yang. With decent talent and being the youngest among them, he was favored and showed less deference to Lu Mingyuan than others did.
Lu Mingyuan frowned slightly, hesitating. He also felt that this area was too peaceful; however, he maintained a stern facade and scolded them lightly. "In trials, one must never let their guard down. If you recklessly charge in and encounter danger, do you think you can escape unscathed?"
Ji Yang shrugged nonchalantly and scratched his head, rolling his eyes in response.
Despite his stern demeanor, Lu Mingyuan quickened his pace subtly as he led the way forward.
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