The suspicion faded from Old Mi's face. "I was wondering how you managed to endure the agony inflicted by the Wailing Whip. Clearly, you were using your tremendous willpower to resist it. Your mental fortitude is quite admirable."
Zu An, however, was mentally firing off curses as fast as he could think of them. Did I get a counterfeit Ball of Delights? Wasn't it supposed to grant pain immunity? What the hell is going on?!
It took him a second to figure it out. The Ball of Delights only lasted for an hour, and that hour had just passed. While it had made him immune to the damage-amplifying strikes of the Wailing Whip, the injuries he'd sustained were still fresh. Now that the ball's numbing effects had worn off, he was feeling the pain from these wounds.
Old Mi walked over to examine his wounds. "Count yourself lucky, kid. If that little girl had hit you one more time, you would've died." Old Mi sighed in amazement. "Your body is unbelievably weak. I'm amazed that you managed to endure so many blows."
Only then did Zu An remember the other effect the Ball of Delights granted. It was something like, any 'lethal damage' inflicted by a woman with more money than you wouldn't kill you outright, right? Hey, doesn't that mean I now have a huge advantage when facing off against rich women?
He mentally slapped himself. What are you thinking! What kind of a man picks fights against women!? On top of that, the restrictions on the Ball of Delights made its usage incredibly impractical.
Old Mi pulled out a bottle of medicinal powder and cast it over Zu An's wounds with a wave of his sleeves. "Take these two bottles of medicine. This one is to be applied externally, and the other is to be ingested. Spend the next few days recuperating. Don't let yourself get killed."
A cool, refreshing sensation spread over Zu An's wounds, granting him immense relief. With heartfelt gratitude he said, "Elder, I really don't know how I should thank you."
Old Mi chuckled. "Don't worry. Soon, you'll know." He revealed a toothy old grin and took his leave.
Zu An paid him no heed. He was completely focused on the rewards he had received. He had farmed Chu Huanzhao for a total of 1444 Rage points, which meant that he could play the lottery 14 times! His image of her improved dramatically. She has the potential to be my ATM in the future.
He dragged himself onto his bed, and with nothing else to do, he decided to try his hand at the lottery. Thankfully, the Keyboard was virtual and could be controlled via his thoughts alone. Otherwise, he doubted that he had the strength to even pick up a physical one.
He mentally 'clicked' on the lottery button, then began eagerly watching as the light marker danced across the keyboard. What reward will I receive this time?
He was baffled when he noticed that, this time, the light only flickered across the numbers and the spacebar; it didn't touch the letters at all. Then he recalled the earlier notice mentioning that only part of the rewards were currently available. Only the first three pulls had been unlimited because they were part of the newbie package. He would probably have to unlock the letters in the future.
Wait a sec. I also remember something about a 'greatly increased drop rate' for the first three pulls… but one of them was still a 'Thanks for playing'. Doesn't that mean the normal drop rate is…
Thanks for playing!
Zu An frowned, but this was to be expected. He didn't worry too much, and spent another 100 Rage points for another pull.
Thanks for playing!
Thanks for playing!
Thanks for playing!
...
Eight tries in a row, but all of them were 'Thanks for playing'!
I'm going to bloody … Zu An was on the verge of smashing the Keyboard to pieces. It was a pity that he couldn't farm Rage points off himself; otherwise, he would have maxed out his meter.
He wanted to wash up before trying again, but his injuries made moving impossible. He didn't have the strength to even sit up.
He was oblivious to the pair of eyes watching him coldly from outside his window. If he had but glanced over, he would have instantly recognised the willowy frame of Chu Chuyan's personal maid, Snow.
Has this man gone mad? Snow's beautiful eyes clouded with confusion as she watched Zu An's face twist and contort. The man was even floundering his hands and stamping his feet feebly. She took a closer look at the situation and was taken aback by the bloody wounds that covered his body. The Wailing Whip?
She was familiar with the tell-tale marks of the Second Miss' weapon. Her face was a mixture of satisfaction and regret. "I guess it'd be better for him to die at her hands. If I act personally, I would run the risk of exposing myself." She knew just how weak this useless son-in-law was; there was no way he could survive so many lashes from the Wailing Whip. He was almost certainly going to die in bed.
She turned and departed, returning to her own room. After ensuring that no one was around, she began to nibble on some melon seeds as she quickly scrawled out a secret message on a piece of paper.
"Respected young master, rest assured; the young miss remains pure and unblemished. The two have not shared a room together. I believe that I will get rid of Zu An soon. I expect you will hear some good news soon."
She began to detail Zu An's impotence, but hesitated and scrubbed that part out. She was unable to account for what caused it, and she was also unwilling to let her young master know that another man had touched her.
She gritted her teeth in anger as she recalled how that bastard Zu An had touched almost every part of her body by the pool, and then gone even farther in Miss Chu's room. She hatefully bit down on a few seeds. Letting him die by the hands of the Second Miss is letting him off easy. I was planning to let him experience utter torment tonight.
She could not forget Chu Chuyan's role in the night's events, instructing her to wait upon Zu An. She bit her lips and added another line to the message. "I may be overthinking things, but I sense that the young miss harbors suspicions against me. Please do not delay in carrying out your mission, young master."
After finishing the letter, she sealed it and then summoned a beautiful little hawk. She attached the letter onto the hawk's foot. "Hurry up and deliver it to the young master."
The hawk seemed to possess human sentience. It spread its wings and then quickly flew off into the night.
Zu An was blissfully unaware of how narrowly he had just escaped assassination. All of his attention had been focused on the lottery. Finally, on his tenth attempt, the ball of light came to a halt on the '1' key. An image of a red bottle appeared on the virtual screen, accompanied by a line of text.
Faith in Brother Spring (S): In the unfathomably ancient cosmos, there has long been a famous saying – 'Have faith in Brother Spring, and you shall gain everlasting life!' This bottle will quickly replenish your health. So long as you are still alive, even the deadliest of wounds will be healed and you will regain all your health.
"Faith in Brother Spring?!" These random Chinese internet memes caused Zu An to strongly suspect that the creator of this keyboard came from his world… but that didn't make sense. Despite modern society's technological advancements, it wasn't even close to being able to produce something like this Keyboard.
He withdrew the item and hefted it in his hand. It bore a resemblance to the health potions found in modern-day video games. He considered his present state, then immediately quaffed it. He was worried that he would drop it, weak as he was. That would suck.
Once the red liquid entered his stomach, a warm sensation spread through his limbs and into his bones. The terrifying wounds caused by the Wailing Whip began to close at a visible rate, and even the scorch marks he had suffered from the earlier lightning strike were healing, regenerating fresh new skin.
"Oh, wow. It's this effective?!" Zu An sat up, no longer feeling himself teetering on the edge of death anymore. His body swiftly reverted to normal, as though he hadn't been injured at all.
This is a miracle drug! If I had a supply of this, I'd become virtually invincible! Wait a second – 'Faith in Brother Spring (S)'. What does the 'S' stand for? Zu An pondered a moment. It probably means 'small'. And it should bear some similarity to how healing potions work in games, right?
There was probably a limit to how much health a small potion could restore. If he levelled up in the future and had too much health, a single small potion might not be able to heal him fully. Unfortunately, the stupid explanation didn't give him any details as to the maximum amount of health a bottle like this could restore.
He stood up and stretched his body. His vitality had returned, and he sensed a new degree of power in his limbs. He credited his new-found strength to him reaching the third step of the second rank.
He put his body through a series of tests and evaluated his current strength to be equivalent to that of four normal men combined. One must know that he had been weaker than an average man prior to this transformation!
However, the result failed to satisfy Zu An. His current rank had not come easily, but he didn't feel that powerful. He felt he had not gained any advantage over an ordinary cultivator.
It was his lack of knowledge of this world that hindered his understanding. This was a land where a person's status and authority was determined by their progress as a cultivator. The Emperor - an Earth Immortal - had the highest status and was also the strongest cultivator. The leaders of the various major sects and the patriarchs of major clans were usually Grandmasters, while the Kings, Princes, and Grand Marshals were generally Masters. Ordinary Generals and the Nine Ministers were of the ninth rank, while most dukes and commandants, as well as some marquesses, were of the eighth rank. City governors were usually of the seventh rank, and so-on and so-forth.
The lowest-level officials such as village teachers and village tax collectors only needed to be at the second rank. Reaching second rank was more than enough to qualify them as officials of the imperial court, granting them a commensurate salary and resources for cultivation. Many spent their entire lifetimes struggling and failing to reach this level. In fact, only 10% of most would-be cultivators made it to the first rank of harmonizing with the natural world. Reaching the second rank required an enormous amount of ki stones, which was out of reach for most ordinary folk.
After spending some time getting used to his 'new' body, Zu An returned to the lottery. This time, he harbored no illusions that he would draw a decent prize. All he wanted was to get something, even an item that may seem useless like the Ball of Delights. It had taken him a thousand Rage points to get a single bottle of health, and he only had four pulls left. He just hoped they wouldn't all be empty draws.
The first three pulls were unsuccessful. On the fourth, however, the ball of light finally came to rest on the '0' key. Stunned, Zu An shifted his gaze to the screen, and saw a strange crimson pill appear in the center.
Marrow Cleansing Pill: Why is it that you train so hard every day, yet your results pale in comparison to those of some young masters who just go through the motions? There is a famous saying – genius is 1% inspiration, 99% perspiration. However, that 1% inspiration is often more important than the 99% perspiration. This pill will cleanse and refine your marrow, dramatically improving your body's overall quality and increasing your gains.
Zu An recalled that both Chu Chuyan and Old Mi had dismissed his body as one that was extremely unsuitable for cultivation. With this pill in hand, I'm sure to quickly rise up the ranks, earn a higher salary, win the affections of beautiful women, and begin my trek up to the highest heights of society!