Ling Wuce's expression was melancholic, and he sighed heavily.

Han Yu's theory about fate was something he couldn't refute, and after some contemplation, he even found himself agreeing with it somewhat.

According to Han Yu, fate is not fixed, so how could there be talk of change? Everything you do is within fate, and every choice leads to the next fate.

Different choices lead to different outcomes.

Life, aging, sickness, and death are all part of fate.

Then what is Qi Fortune?

Just as he was about to ask again, Han Yu and his young apprentice were retreating to the hall below, and he saw Nansheng yelling excitedly while Han Yu stood there dazed.

"I'm speechless! What do you mean by 'eight or nine out of ten'? How can such a critical matter not have a definite answer?"

In the Sea of Consciousness, Han Yu's voice echoed.

If Luo Yuqi came out early and caught those eight old fellows drinking bathwater, the scene would be unbearable.

Either Luo Yuqi would be beaten to death by those eight old fellows on the spot.

Or Luo Yuqi would bring the eight old fellows over to beat him to death on the spot.

As Ling Wuce walked down, Nansheng eagerly ran up to him, whispering about the Ink Cloud Mansion's Ginseng King.

Hearing this, Ling Wuce's expression became extremely peculiar.

"What do you think will happen if those eight old men discovered the Ginseng King was a person transformed?"

Nansheng was full of curiosity, looking up at his master with wide eyes and asking.

It would be catastrophic!

This fellow really dug his own grave expertly.

The Sect Leader of Cyan Sun Sect might have to shed a layer of skin even if he didn't die.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Han Yu.

The group from Ink Cloud Mansion who couldn't fend for themselves probably also came from his machinations; truly nothing peaceful in his presence.

Once Han Yu snapped out of it, the first thing he saw was Ling Wuce looking at him intently from close by.

"Qi Fortune, if fate is not fixed, then how about Qi Fortune?"

Ling Wuce asked his question with doubt.

Han Yu helplessly relayed the Artifact Spirit's words, speaking with ease.

"Treat Qi Fortune as a bargaining chip given by the Heavenly Dao to certain lucky individuals. The chip can increase variables in your fate, but it can never buy fate."

This was the Artifact Spirit's explanation of Qi Fortune.

Ling Wuce smacked his lips, carefully pondering these words, and remained silent in thought for a long time.

"It's all wrong!"

After a long while, Ling Wuce sighed and shook his head.

"Stay away from such people in the future, focus on cultivating properly, don't get caught up in their gibberish; it's easy to lead you astray."

Glass's disdainful voice came through.

At this moment, a sliver of sunshine fell, dawn gradually appeared, and the night had already turned to morning.

——

"The sun is out; have you made up your mind yet?"

On a lonely island in the sea, eight old men clustered together again.

All these days, they tried every way to refine Ginseng Skin, no matter if they altered the auxiliary medicines or increased the dosage; the pills they made had only a single day's effect.

This drove people to despair.

Besides the precious Ginseng Skin, the Spirit Medicines paired with it were also not of low value!

Such results were simply unacceptable.

Moreover, after continuous refining these days, the Ginseng Skin was almost depleted again.

The distant Ginseng King no longer looked as it did initially; below the neck, a human-like outline had begun to form.

Looking closely, it seemed as if a human body was hidden inside.

"Could it really be a person!"

The Great Elder's expression wasn't good; if it were a person, one couldn't imagine what they'd been doing for the past two months…

Especially since he once even nibbled on its head.

The scene was beyond disgraceful!

"Impossible, who could transform a living person into a Ginseng King? It's utterly absurd; the endless Life Source it had back then couldn't be faked."

One elder voiced his objection.

This was also the reason none of them had exploded in anger—the vast Life Source on Luo Yuqi was beyond human capability.

Nonetheless, they now faced another dilemma—the Ginseng Skin they had was finished, and only one spot remained to be stripped from the Ginseng King.

To strip or not to strip?

They discussed it for an entire night without reaching a definite conclusion.

"Strip! Are we supposed to save it for the New Year if we don't?"

Someone stood up and declared resolutely.

"But none of the current Pill Formulas have had a good outcome."

Someone hesitated.

"It's already been ruined to this extent; we don't even know if the Ginseng King can live until you come up with a new Pill Formula. Strip it!"

Someone looked at the Ginseng King, worriedly suggesting.

"Why don't we vote?"

The one who spoke was the Great Elder; after all the hassle they've been through, his spirit was nearly worn out.

They tried all sorts of Pill Formulas, none reaching the efficacy they desired.

So, whether to strip the skin or not, he was indifferent.

The vote among the eight resulted in five for stripping the skin and three against.

These bastards are going to torment me again.

Luo Yuqi, who had been coldly observing from a distance, widened his eyes but could only stare motionlessly at their scheming.

As the Ginseng Skin was torn off piece by piece, it felt like the seals binding him were being unraveled layer by layer.

His hearing gradually returned, and he could slowly hear their conversations.

This was the most torturous part: day and night, listening to them plan how to cook and refine him while he was unable to resist in any way.

What sin had he committed to deserve such suffering!

He heard the conversation of those few people just now loud and clear. These old bastards were itching to do it again, wanting to peel the skin.

The Great Elder familiarly came up and clasped the skin under the neck, where there was only one spot left.

Around that piece of brown Ginseng Skin was white, smooth inner skin, thin and transparent, almost showing an outline inside.

However, people overthought it, the Great Elder frowned and thought.

The seven people behind easily placed their hands together, which was the only way. Only eight people using all their strength could barely peel off the Ginseng Skin.

Heave!

The entire small island shook like an earthquake as the Ginseng Skin was gradually torn with a small opening, but it could not be fully removed. Seeing this, the eight people infused their whole bodies with spiritual power, then suddenly exerted force.

Rise!

The violent shaking made the entire isolated island seem like an earthquake.

"Use more force!"

The Great Elder shouted with a flushed face, tilting his head up.

No one expected that the last piece of Ginseng Skin would be so difficult to handle, their faces turned red, even using the strength from when they were infants.

"Use more force!"

The Great Elder shouted again, tilting his head up.

A chorus of cursing immediately erupted behind him.

"I've used the strength I had from when I was breastfeeding, I can't give any more."

"I've never worked this hard, not even when I was with my Dao companion."

...

Suddenly, a thunderous loud sound occurred, the entire lower half of the Ginseng King was directly pulled out, and the thriving roots snapped one by one, causing the whole plant to be flung up.

Meanwhile, with a ripping sound, the Ginseng Skin was forcefully torn off, and the group of people, propelled by inertia, flew several dozen meters backward before stabilizing in mid-air.

The Great Elder, just holding the Ginseng Skin and examining it, when suddenly, there was a shake in heaven and earth.

Everyone simultaneously looked in the direction of the sound to see that after the Ginseng King was pulled up, its roots stopped growing and instead rapidly shrank.

The white inner skin of the Ginseng King kept swelling, as though it was about to explode.

Boom!

With an explosive sound, the white skin of the Ginseng King burst and scattered skyward, revealing a nude, gaunt body with wrinkled skin in mid-air.

At this moment, Luo Yuqi finally felt his body's return, his hands and feet, every part of his body, his five senses, his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, all came back...

"Sob sob..."

The human figure, appearing mad yet ecstatic, covered its face, emitting a sound that seemed like both crying and laughing.

For nearly two months, what kind of life had he been living?

"Look quickly, the Ginseng King has become a spirit!"

An elder exclaimed.

"Idiot, that's a cultivator, not the Ginseng King!"

Another elder retorted with an ashen face, suddenly feeling nauseous.

Since Luo Yuqi broke through using the Ginseng King's body, the endless Life Source vanished in a moment, never to be felt again.

And what followed was the familiar spiritual power known by every strong cultivator present.

Even if the Ginseng King became a spirit, it would still be a Ginseng King and would never become a cultivator, let alone have its Life Source turn into spiritual power.

Every elder who realized this had extremely ugly expressions, staring at Luo Yuqi as if looking at a dead man.

They had wasted so much time and so many precious Spirit Medicines.

The so-called Ginseng King turned out to be just a transformed cultivator.

Chewing Ginseng Roots, holding a pot to cook the Ginseng King in half, choking the neck to cook the Ginseng head...

Now recalling these actions made their stomachs churn.

"I am Luo Yuqi of Celestial City Peak, you bunch of old bastards, the torment you have put me through during this time, if I don't take revenge, I would be unworthy as a cultivator."

Luo Yuqi's face shed its expression of deep hatred and swept over the eight people present with killing intent.

He was no fool; he naturally wouldn't pit himself against eight at once, but he only needed to remember each person's face and visit their Sects one by one afterward. Even if he couldn't deal with them, he would make sure their sect disciples paid the price.

"The torment of today will surely be repaid in the future!"

With a harsh word thrown, Luo Yuqi, naked, was about to flee.

"Kill him!"

"Damn it, our reputations can't be tarnished."

Such an embarrassing event could absolutely not be spread out; even though Luo Yuqi was a solitary individual of Celestial City Peak, he must die.

Four of the eight had already chased after him, the grandeur of their pursuit causing the sea to churn continuously.

The Great Elder stood there dumbfounded, and of all the people here, he had suffered the most.

The first person to hug and bite the Ginseng King was him. All sorts of bold acts of eating it raw started with him.

So after the Ginseng King turned into an old man, the blow he received was the greatest among all.

"Shall we chase too?"

The remaining few whispered.

"Let's send someone to Cyan Sun Sect to find that little bastard and ask what's going on."

The Great Elder's face was incredibly grim, nearly grinding his teeth.

"That little rascal shouldn't have the guts to set us up."

"Still, we need to beat him a bit to vent our anger."

A group of people wasted so much time and energy, now made a fool of by someone, their reputation was greatly tarnished.

"The Mo Family never showed interest in the Ginseng King from the start, could it be they knew from the beginning?"

Another elder thought suddenly.

"I'll go to the Mo Family; you guys do what you want."

The Great Elder, with a darkened face, left immediately, tearing through the air. Making such a big joke, the Mo Family must have something suspicious.

Damn it, if the Mo Family did know and waited to watch the joke, I will definitely fight them.

And don't let me find out who is behind this!

——

The morning in Zhanzhou Prefecture seemed a bit chilly.

Han Yu inexplicably shivered, then looked at Ling Wuce in astonishment and spoke.

"You say you want me to enter the Light-shaking Tower?"

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