Early the next morning, a series of banging sounds outside the window woke Zhao Kai from his sleep.
"What's going on now?"
"What's all this banging so early in the morning?"
Zhao Kai looked annoyed.
In his dream, the class president had just agreed to his proposal.
But just when he was overjoyed, he was woken up by the inexplicable noise outside the window.
He slowly changed his clothes, and when he walked out of the room, he was instantly dumbfounded.
He saw his beloved Kawasaki Little Ninja, now in pieces, turned into a pile of junk lying in the yard.
His most respected mother was holding an axe, relentlessly destroying the remaining intact parts.
His uncle stood awkwardly nearby, looking a bit at a loss.
"Mom... what are you doing?"
Zhao Kai felt a pang in his heart, almost bringing tears to his eyes.
His Little Ninja, barely ridden for a day, was now completely wrecked!
Who could tolerate this if it happened to them?
"Xiao Kai, go back inside quickly!"
The uncle quickly gave him a look, gesturing for him to go back immediately.
"Uncle, what's going on?"
Zhao Kai was confused by the situation.
"You little rascal, from now on, go to school obediently!"
His mother, with a gloomy face, walked up and gave her son a slap.
"Mom, you..."
Zhao Kai was completely stunned.
This was the first time his mother hit him since he could remember.
"Forget it, forget it, Xiao Kai knows he was wrong, didn't he come back yesterday?"
The uncle hurried to pull them apart and explain in a low voice, "Last night, Wang Chao and his group went to race with the next county's group, crashed into a big truck, and all died!"
Wang Chao and the others... died?
Zhao Kai felt a chill all over.
Is this the death calamity the Daoist mentioned?
If he had gone out riding yesterday afternoon, wouldn't he have lost his life too?
Thinking about this, Zhao Kai could only feel a lingering fear.
Previously, he was quite angry and dissatisfied with his mother for smashing his motorcycle.
But now, he could only say, good job smashing it!
Screw the Kawasaki Little Ninja!
Screw the ghostfire boys!
I'm done playing!
...
Ten hours earlier, Dragon Tiger Mountain, Shangqing Tao.
[System prompt: Host has successfully changed the Heavenly Dao, absorbing life numbers, please check later...]
Just as Zhao Kai declined the ghostfire buddies' invitation, the system notice came late.
Lu Heng's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
He thought that spirited guy Zhao Kai would treat his words as wind in his ears but didn't expect that he actually listened.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!
Lu Heng smiled with satisfaction.
As for the other ghostfire boys, he couldn't be bothered.
He's not some saint who can take care of those who love courting death.
"System!"
Lu Heng silently chanted in his heart, calling out the Celestial Destiny System.
Host: Lu Heng (Taoist Name: Qingfeng)
Age: 18
Status: Late-stage blood cancer
Cultivation: Second-Layer Qi Refining
Cultivation Technique: "Taiyi Five Qi Spell", "Heaven-Stepping Cloud Step"
Magical Treasure: None
Life Span: 23
[System prompt: Host has only one year of life remaining due to late-stage blood cancer, please extend your life span quickly, or the host will die completely...]
After Little Rabbit broke up with the young master boyfriend, his life span point was originally 10.
But now, the number has become 23.
It seems that spirited guy Zhao Kai's fate has undergone significant change.
Whether this change is good or bad, at least it's better than dying just after celebrating his fifteenth birthday.
"System, draw a prize!"
23 life span points are enough for two draws.
Lu Heng didn't have the thought of saving up overnight; he'd draw immediately.
The familiar prize roulette appeared in his mind once again.
[System prompt: Consume 10 life span points to draw?]
"Yes!"
As he confirmed, the prize roulette began to spin slowly.
Five seconds later, the prize pointer landed on a white area.
Indeed, once unruly, always in trouble!
[System prompt: Congratulations to the host for drawing five Bad Luck Talismans!]
Lu Heng pursed his lips.
"System, continue the draw!"
The roulette spun again and this time, the pointer still landed on a white area.
[System prompt: Congratulations to the host for drawing three Cloud Talismans!]
Cloud Talismans?
What is that?
Curious, Lu Heng quickly checked the system warehouse.
But just one glance made him instantly see black.
Oh my god... how could his luck be this bad?
The Cloud Talisman, as its name suggests, forms a row of cloud words in the sky after activation, and the number of words can exceed ten.
Bad Luck Talismans, though low, can at least target others.
But the Cloud Talisman is too low altogether, isn't it?
Aside from forming a row of cloud words special effect, there's no other use whatsoever.
"Cursed system!"
Lu Heng couldn't help but curse.
Irritated and unable to sleep, he decided to cultivate to fight blood cancer early!
...
The next day.
After breakfast and morning class, Lu Heng and his junior sister Qingyue acted as NPCs, attending to tourists who came up the mountain to incense and worship gods.
"Why aren't you letting me leave?"
"I'm warning you, this is illegal detention!"
"If you don't let me pass, I'll call the police!"
From the nearby Spirit Treasure Hall came a sudden uproar.
Many tourists and devotees were drawn to it.
After all, witnessing drama is a natural human instinct.
"Brother, let's go and see too!"
Qingyue stood on tiptoe and cast a few glances toward the direction of the Spirit Treasure Hall.
Unfortunately, she was too short to see anything.
Since everyone went for the commotion, there wasn't much need for directions.
So, she quickly tugged on Lu Heng's sleeve and dragged him over.
Lu Heng didn't want to see the commotion.
He'd seen enough drama during recent live streams.
But he couldn't refuse the cute junior sister, so he let himself be dragged along.
The whole Spirit Treasure Hall was filled with numerous Daoists, tourists, and devotees.
In the center of the hall, a woman in her thirties was blocked by three young Daoists.
"Are you people insane or what?"
"Get out of my way!"
"I'm on my period, and I need to go down the mountain to buy sanitary pads..."
The woman tried several times to break through the encirclement, but all in vain.
"Dear lady, unless you wipe clean the spit on the Celestial Venerable statue, you cannot leave!"
A middle-aged Daoist said aloud.
"Everyone, come and see!"
"These Daoists covet my beauty, trying to keep me here for a gangbang..."
The woman tore her clothes and shouted loudly.
This outrageous performance had the onlookers chuckling aloud.
"Senior brother Qingming, what happened here?"
Qingyue tugged the sleeve of a Daoist beside her and asked in a low voice.
"This woman spat at the Lingbao Celestial Venerable's statue."
"Senior Uncle Xuanming told her to clean it up, and she refused and started causing a scene..."
Senior brother Qingming explained quietly.