After Yan Bing and Yankong escaped, they waited until nightfall before daring to enter the city again.

After the commotion during the day, the gates of Zhanzhou City were now heavily guarded by Palace Guards, with several patrols roaming the city.

Carefully, the two snuck back to their stakeout house, their eyes locked on the inn's doorway and windows, which were shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to determine if anyone had returned.

If it weren't for the sudden intervention of an Imperial Court Guardian, things wouldn't have reached this point.

"Damn it all, ever since we got here, nothing's gone right," Yankong cursed in a low voice.

Yan Bing remained silent, looking glum and despondent all alone.

The Guardian Mansion's power in Zhanzhou Prefecture had already been displayed: one in Great Perfection and nine in the Divine Gaze Realm, equivalent to a high-level force of a mid-sized sect.

The guy with the Dragon Blood Stone was tough to deal with, not only capable of breaking his Illusion Realm but also proficient in the Earth Escape Technique and his Fire Technique was quite advanced.

Luckily, he had been cautious and didn't choose to act in the city earlier, otherwise, they'd be hemmed in and likely doomed.

However, obtaining this stone was going to be challenging!

In the next room, Liu Yaoyao listened at the wall, her face breaking into a smile as Flower Monk looked puzzled, wondering why she was so happy given the strength of their opponents.

They had, of course, known when Han Yu left the city this morning, and only after Yan Bing and Yankong had followed did they dare to sneak along from the ground.

They had witnessed the entire battle, with neither side able to overcome the other, which was exactly what she wanted to see.

In this way, Yan Bing and his group would have to pay a heavy price to win.

Isn't this exactly what she hoped for!

Later, when Zhao Yulin arrived with the Palace Guards, she and Flower Monk discreetly snuck back beforehand.

Listening to the angry voices next door, she couldn't help but feel delighted.

Fight on! Hopefully, they'll knock each other senseless.

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The next day!

Just as dawn broke, an unexpected guest knocked on Han Yu's door.

It wasn't the best timing, as Han Yu was staring dazedly at a new pill.

In his Sea of Consciousness, a newly formed pill spun around.

Wish Fulfillment Pill: The user receives Merit Protection, turning misfortune into a blessing. Side effect: Unable to refuse any reasonable request from others.

At first sight of the pill, Han Yu almost swallowed it himself, but the side effects quickly held him back.

This was another top-grade pill from the Glazed Bottle, with "Merit Protection, turning misfortune into blessing," these words from the Glazed Bottle carried immense weight.

The inability to refuse any reasonable request from others could be a major burden, rendering him self-sacrificing and constantly going out of his way for others.

This… should be left for someone destined for it!

When the door was knocked, Han Yu just came back to his senses.

As the door opened, there stood a person in coarse cloth, but neat and clean, with still pure, clear eyes and a face as calm as usual.

Wang Xiao'Er had arrived, and while Han Yu was slightly surprised, it also seemed logical.

This was someone constantly trying to claw back his life.

Attending the cultivator selection examination for the Imperial Court was for survival.

Coming here was also for survival.

Upon entering, he bowed slightly, then fixed his eyes on Han Yu's face, speaking slowly.

"Is it true that if I survive seven days, I will never die again?"

Han Yu's expression grew complex as he nodded and spoke.

"Not only will you not die, but you will also gain unexpected fortune, though you'll be loathed by Qi Fortune for life."

A bit of sparkle appeared in Wang Xiao'Er's eyes, and a slight smile formed, though he quickly calmed himself.

"I guess it wouldn't be worse than now!"

For someone constantly teetering on the brink of death, could anything be worse?

"Are you sure?"

Han Yu asked solemnly, in a deep voice.

Wang Xiao'Er evaded the question, simply speaking.

"I trust you."

Just confirming the opportunity was enough for him; considering? A person fighting for survival never needed to consider.

He was willing to trust this peculiar cultivator just this once.

A pill appeared in Han Yu's hand as if out of thin air, in an ordinary manner, and this time, without hiding, Han Yu demonstrated this miraculous scene before Wang Xiao'Er.

"If you live through these seven days, you'll thank yourself for the decision, but if…"

Before Han Yu could finish, Wang Xiao'Er already took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

There was no anomaly, no change, not even any unusual feeling within Wang Xiao'Er.

"Now what should I do?"

Wang Xiao'Er looked at Han Yu, quietly asking.

"Live, make sure you live through the seven days."

Han Yu patted his shoulder vigorously, speaking in a serious tone.

Wang Xiao'Er came and went quickly, leaving the inn shortly after taking the pill.

"Do you think the Wish Fulfillment Pill will help him?"

Han Yu recalled the new pill's effects, suddenly speaking within his Sea of Consciousness.

Glass rested her chin on her hands, looking at him like a fool.

"Yes, it'll help him die faster."

The Reversing Fate Pill is a gamble between life and luck, with three disasters, six tribulations, and nine deaths being an inevitable process, and the Wish Fulfillment Pill clearly contradicts it rule-wise.

With two contradictory rules colliding within one body, at the slightest, either the Reversing Fate Pill's effects overpower the Wish Fulfillment Pill, rendering it useless, or vice versa, nullifying the Reversing Fate Pill.

In a more severe case, Wang Xiao'Er dying on the spot wouldn't be surprising.

Han Yu couldn't help but feel forlorn; he could only rely on himself now...

Outside the inn, Yan Bing and Yankong watched as Wang Xiao'Er entered Han Yu's room and then came out of the inn shortly after.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded before following him.

South of the city.

Wang Xiao'Er pushed open the narrow gate of the courtyard. As soon as he stepped inside, two figures suddenly appeared.

He was trying hard to keep calm, but one of the Grand Monks had already dragged him inside the house.

"Do you know the person from the inn? Who is he? Which sect does he belong to?" Yankong grabbed Wang Xiao'Er's neck and asked in a low voice.

A feeling of unease kept surging from his chest, his heart racing, and Wang Xiao'Er could even feel the blood rushing.

Is this a calamity?

Yan Bing seemed to notice something amiss and quickly had him released. As soon as he hit the ground, Wang Xiao'Er spat out a mouthful of blood, his face frighteningly pale.

His whole body inexplicably felt a bone-chilling cold, so cold that he couldn't stop trembling.

Yan Bing couldn't help but glare at Yankong, dissatisfied.

"You almost killed him without even questioning him properly."

Yankong felt greatly wronged, pointing at the figure on the ground, he spoke.

"I just pinched his neck lightly. I was already being gentle."

As the muscles and bones shivered, Wang Xiao'Er was lifted again, and Yan Bing grabbed him with a stern look before speaking.

"That person from the inn approached you for no reason; is there something going on?"

Wang Xiao'Er responded with a pale face, shivering, and speaking.

"He told me to be careful. Lately, I've been unlucky, prone to dying from natural disasters."

He certainly wasn't telling the truth, but he wasn't lying either.

"Superstitious nonsense, won't believe it until you see the coffin, right?"

Such nonsense, Yankong simply couldn't believe. Hearing it, he raised his hand ready to take action.

Before he could make a move, a sudden massive shake made the whole house creak.

The ground gradually cracked open with a fine line, while dust descended like rain from above.

"What's going on?"

Yankong exclaimed in shock, while a commotion erupted outside. Someone outside was hitting a gong loudly and frantically running and shouting.

"Earthquake! Everyone out, earthquake!"

The number of people running in the southern corner of the city increased; families hurriedly escaped outside and then, in panic, joined the shouting crowd to alert their neighbors.

In the midst of the shouting, a simple house suddenly collapsed...

Cough, cough!

Yankong, covered in dust, kept coughing, with dust covering him entirely, even inhaling more dust in his coughing fit.

Yan Bing wasn't in a much better state. The falling beam aimed for his head, causing no harm, yet leaving him in a sorry appearance.

Among the three, Wang Xiao'Er fared slightly better. Except for some debris cutting his head, all the falling objects were blocked by Yan Bing.

As a group of people screaming for help approached, they saw the three amidst the debris.

Wang Xiao'Er had fainted and was unconscious, held by Yan Bing, while Yankong, spitting dust, spoke indignantly.

"Why would an earthquake suddenly occur?"

As he spoke, the ground started shaking violently again.

"...Run!"

In the crowd, a citizen suddenly looked up at the sky and shouted in terror.

Before Yan Bing and Yankong could look up, a terrifying blast struck between them, and the surging heat wave hurled their bodies away.

Yan Bing initially thought a cultivator attacked them, but as he barely steadied himself mid-air, he caught a glimpse that nearly scared him senseless.

Above, the sky was filled with hundreds of burning meteors falling directly toward them.

With just a quick glance, their scalps tingled; such a natural disaster could peel the skin off a Divine Gaze cultivator.

Yan Bing dared not linger and immediately attempted to escape, but in the next moment, his face paled as his continuously circulating True Essence went berserk, making it impossible to leave or even land safely.

"My True Essence is in disarray."

Yankong also cried out in disbelief; the Grand Monk's face turned pale, and the small meteors got closer, yet they remained unable to move.

Buddha reached such a realm, and now succumbs to deviation?

Impossible!

"Quickly think of something, or we'll all die."

He was utterly anxious, his face filled with urgency.

Yan Bing couldn't come up with anything, as they were in the same predicament.

The sudden onset of the earthquake and the meteor shower, along with their simultaneous True Essence disarray, were all too strange.

It felt as if calamity was targeting them.

Calamity… He suddenly remembered Wang Xiao'Er's words; that's precisely what he said.

Could all of this be aimed at him?

Goodness, for all the murders and arson committed over the years, Heaven never made a sound, yet what has an ordinary person done to warrant such a commotion?

He figured it out, sneakily eyeing the person in his hand. If it's aimed at him, why keep holding on? Quickly disposing of him would solve the issue, and with this thought, he prepared to throw him away.

What is happening?

Why is this happening?

As Yan Bing moved, he was horrified to discover that this ordinary person was like an adhesive plaster, completely stuck to his hand, unable to be shaken off.

"These two fools got dragged into this wave of disaster."

Glass's voice suddenly spoke.

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