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“Repeated harvesting? So that’s your plan!”

Feng Qing’an finally understood what Yun Hai, the Heavenly Dragon monk, was worth in Dong Huang’s eyes.

In Dong Huang’s sight, this monk’s strength wasn’t worth mentioning, but the precious treasure he possessed was enough to catch Dong Huang’s eye. So, the so-called great luck can be repeatedly harvested by seizing treasures?

“The monk will return soon with a treasure not inferior to the Golden Crest to take his revenge on me!”

Dong Huang, like a master of divination, usually had an indifferent expression. At this moment, he showed a hint of a smile while looking at Feng Qing’an,

“Do you believe me?”

“Have you met similar people before?”

Seeing Dong Huang’s expression, Feng Qing’an instantly understood. Without encountering similar situations, how could he have figured out so quickly how to deal with Yun Hai, the Heavenly Dragon monk, even predicting when he would be ‘harvested’ again?

“Correct.”

Dong Huang affirmed Feng Qing’an’s thoughts. The words he said next were almost exactly what Feng Qing’an guessed.

“Those blessed with great luck since birth always have some extraordinary phenomenon accompanying their birth. No matter what they do, things almost always go their way. If their peers encounter them, they often end up being stepping stones for these people, and can hardly make any impact!”

“But Yun Hai is not a Buddha’s disciple.”

Feng Qing’an reminded him. If based on this description, Yun Hai should be a disciple of the Heavenly Dragon temple, not the nameless monk he claims to be.

“He admitted himself that he lost in the competition against his senior brother to become the Buddha’s disciple.”

“This is precisely evidence of his great luck. This Golden Crest is a testament to that. However, the current Buddha’s disciple of Heaven Dragon temple should possess even greater luck.”

After a moment of thought, Eastern Majesty responded to Feng Qing’an’s confusion.

“I see, so according to you, isn’t it that whether it’s a Buddha’s disciple of the Buddhist Gate or a Daoist of the Mystical Door, only those with great luck can be qualified for such positions?”

Feng Qing’an slightly furrowed his brows.

“One’s fate is determined by the heavens, but they can choose their own luck!”

The Eastern King looked meaningfully at the seemingly confused teenager in front of him,

“Since ancient times, in this world, no one’s luck is ever constant. Luck can be seized and transferred. Even those cursed with the loneliest star can be blessed with purple air!”

The ruler of You Huang Ghost Country extended his palm, the Golden Crest which was hanging on all sides with beads, radiated dazzling light,

“This Golden Crest represents a part of the monk’s luck – I took it away, which means he lost some of it. If you get it, you gain part of his luck.”

“I see now!”

Upon hearing Dong Huang’s words, Feng Qing’an was fully enlightened,

“Those Buddha’s disciples and Daoists do not gain their positions because of their great luck, but rather after getting these positions, they gain great luck!”

“If the positions related to the lifeblood of their lineage are determined by the degree of luck, then everyone should just practice the Qi Observation Skill. Why bother seeking the Truth or the Way?”

Dong Huang chuckled.

“So this monk of the Heavenly Dragon is inherently blessed with great luck?”

“Half true. This monk was born with decent luck, but his current luck is not entirely inherent. He also practiced himself, unfortunately, someone has stolen a part of it already!”

The Master of You Huang Ghost Country sighed lightly, seeming somewhat regretful.

“Oh!”

Feng Qing’an nodded slightly, finally understanding.

Yun Hai must have been born with a decent starting point, and he worked hard to improve afterwards, but sadly, his divine power couldn’t change his destiny. His senior brother thoroughly defeated him, and now he has fallen into Dong Huang’s hands for the second time.

“By the way, Dong Huang, have you practiced the Qi Observation Skill?”

“I understand a bit.”

“So…”

“As I see it, the Dao of Luck requires no deliberation, concentrate on your practice. If you can wield the power to sweep across the Six Heavens and Eight Wastes, the universe’s luck will be all yours, something that practicing Qi Observation Skill could never achieve.”

“Thank you for the guidance, this humble one is enlightened!”

Feng Qing’an respectfully bowed towards Don Huang, earning a laugh from the ruler of You Huang Ghost Country,

“If you truly feel enlightened, you should thank me sincerely instead of just going through the motions!”

Before he had finished speaking, the Buddhist light and Yin Qi had all dissipated. Dong Huang, who now controlled the Seven-treasure Gold Crest, pulled back from the domain. In front of him, even after years of wear and tear, the Hegemonic Turtle still emanated a unique spiritual aura.

“I won’t let you down.”

Feng Qing’an discarded all unrelated thoughts and walked forward a few steps. However, just as he was about to embrace Dong Huang, he suddenly recalled something and looked towards the surrounding darkness,

“You’re sure there’s nobody peeping around here, right?”

Feng Qing’an felt that his own thoughts were still relatively conservative; he wouldn’t be able to accept being watched by the crowd, not anytime soon anyway.

“With me here, what are you worried about?”

Dong Huang chuckled softly, he lowered his head. This was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time. It made the master of the country squint his eyes with pleasure. On his exquisitely carved face, an expression of satisfaction unconsciously appeared.

“Huh?”

Feng Qing’an, making contact for the first time with Dong Huang after his crossing, immediately noticed that something was amiss. He half-opened his eyes wide, but at this juncture, he couldn’t break away.

When the moon was at its highest and the stars were hidden by the clouds, Eastern Majesty, who still hadn’t had his fill, released the boy. A different Feng Qing’an then posed a question,

“Your constitution?”

“You noticed the change?”