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[Threadmaster: Han Lingxuan]
[Realm: None]
[Physique: Bridal God Body (After dual cultivation, the cultivated power will be equally transferred to the dual cultivator, aiding their cultivation)]
[Favorability: -25 (Loathed to the bone)]
Mist and haze lingered in the space of his mind.
The puppet of the Princess of Zhen Nan was bound with red threads, kneeling on the ground.
Above its head, the panel had undergone subtle changes.
"Favorability increased by five points?"
"You can increase favorability with this? A month is indeed too long."
"However, this effort wasn't wasted."
Fang Yang supported his waist, feeling quite gratified because these five points of favorability weren't easily earned.
At the very least, they gave him 5 marriage points, which meant 5 lottery chances.
[Ding!]
[The treasure chest is opened, consuming one marriage point. Your treasure has been stolen by a mouse. Consolation Point +1（When Consolation Points reach 10, the next lottery draw will 100% yield a treasure chest）]
"???"
Fang Yang slowly typed out three question marks, his forehead covered in black lines. What did it mean?
His treasure was stolen by a mouse?
That meant he got nothing, "Thanks for playing".
And why does this lottery system feel so familiar?
No, he must continue drawing.
[Ding!]
[The treasure chest is opened, consuming one marriage point. Your treasure has been stolen by a mouse. Consolation Point +1, current Consolation Points 2]
[...]
Two consecutive blanks.
Fang Yang was starting to doubt his own luck.
That's not right!
He had a high win rate the first time he drew a lottery.
Why did it fail now?
Could it be that his luck today is just bad?
No! I can't keep drawing. I need to save these two marriage points for a luckier day.
Fang Yang trusted his own self-control quite a bit and was about to exit.
Or... one last time?
Maybe those previous two times were just a cushion.
[Ding!]
[The treasure chest is opened, consuming one marriage point. Your treasure has been stolen by a mouse. Consolation Point +1, current Consolation Points 3]
All three marriage points had been spent. Could it be that he was just short these last two points?
Draw!
[Ding!]
[The treasure chest is opened, consuming one marriage point. Your treasure has been stolen by a mouse. Consolation Point +1, current Consolation Points four.]
Fang Yang's forehead was lined with black threads, his face cooling off.
He felt as if he had been trapped.
"The... the last time, if it's another blank, I'll never draw this crappy lottery again," he ground his teeth.
[Ding!]
[The treasure chest is opened, consuming one marriage point, and you've received the peak Sword Technique usage card of Threadmaster Ye Qinghong. After use, you can obtain ten minutes of Ye Qinghong's peak combat power. (Note: The Sword Technique on the card is the complete version)]
"So there really is such a thing as a retention policy for quitting?"
Fang Yang's face was full of surprise, as a card had appeared in his hand, vividly drawn and exactly like his eldest disciple.
"..."
Intentional, it was definitely intentional!
Fang Yang had begun to suspect that this so-called matchmaking system of his was actually an adult one.
Otherwise, why would it be so twisted?
Shaking his head, he decided not to ponder over these things anymore,
For the rest of the day, Fang Yang was cultivating his technique within the Demon Lord's pavilion.
Don't be fooled by how he tricked the Princess of Zhen Nan last night.
That was because the Princess was the most ordinary of mortals, and he had had an outburst of acting skills.
If he encountered someone else, he wouldn't be able to dupe them so easily.
The Demon Lord's month-long closed-door cultivation and encounter with demonic possession was already public knowledge.
He believed that by now, many in the Demon Palace were itching to make a move; the only reason there hadn't been any action yet was...
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It was purely because the Demon Lord's daunting reputation had left a psychological shadow,
but this shadow would quickly dissipate with the passing of time, and then, he would encounter various tests.
Once this group of people was thoroughly convinced that he was seriously injured, they would definitely strike ruthlessly.
By then, any disguise would be useless.
Therefore, his top priority was to enhance his strength as quickly as possible.
And, to do his best to satisfy the princess, to provide her with spring-like care, and increase her favorability towards him.
Thus continuing the lottery draw.
In comparison, the second task was even more important than the first.
After all, enhancing strength required a long time, while drawing cards took only an instant.
Possibly, this was the charm of the lottery!
However, how could he quickly increase favorability?
The Demon Lord hadn't managed to do it in three years; could he possibly achieve it?
Fang Yang racked his brains.
Finally, he thought of the inexplicable five-point increase in favorability that occurred today.
This thought made his eyes light up.
Eureka!
The Demon Lord, that person, was dull and boring!
Certainly not adept at learning!
Perhaps, he could start from this aspect.
With that thought, he shook the bell, wrote a note, and gently tossed it.
A cold wind swept through the great hall.
As if a ghostly soul was blowing the note away.
This was one of the mechanisms arranged in the Demon Lord's palace; with just a slight push of Gang Qi, one could stir up a chilling wind at will.
That was all he could manage to do at the moment.
Dingling!
Dingling!
Not much time had passed.
A demonic cultist walked in, trembling with fear from outside.
The dark palace, the dim candlelight.
The biting cold wind swirled in the great hall, emitting mournful wails like those of ghosts.
It seemed to seep into the very crevices of one's bones.
Thinking of the Demon Lord's violent temper and the countless people who had died in this hall,
the legs of the cultist turned to jelly, but he still forced himself to walk forward.
It didn't take long before he saw a flight of stairs; there were nine steps in total, all made of ink jade.
They emitted bursts of the scent of blood.
Above the stairs there was a huge throne.
A tall figure shrouded in darkness, his features unclear, sat indifferently in the shadows.
As if he was scrutinizing the cultist.
The layers of dark mist seemed to originate from the abyss, causing his soul to tremble, as if the very heavens were about to collapse, and without any hesitation, he knelt down with a thud.
He knew that the person before him was the Demon Sovereign of the demonic sect!
The top-ranked entity on the dark list of Tang.,
Proclaimed sovereign across the eight desolates, no one dared defy him.
His hands stained with overwhelming blood, his feet stepping on a sea of white bones, and what's more, the most terrifying aspect—
It was said that nine out of ten people who came to this Demon Sovereign's hall could never leave.
They would be buried under the stairs, guarding the Demon Lord's throne!
Fang Yang sat in the darkness, looking at the subordinate kneeling on the ground, expressionless, nodding with satisfaction inside his heart.
It seemed that the "Xuantian Strategy" really worked.
Whether he could fool the heavenly dao, he did not know.
But to deceive ordinary people, it was already sufficient; even though at present he had not even reached the level of a second-rank expert.
But this heavenly dao's oppressive might!
It was enough to make everyone bow their heads in his presence.
Regaining his composure, Fang Yang continued to practice Xuantian Strategy and asked in a deep voice,
"Are you from Chunqing Hall?"
"Ye… Yes."
The cultist's voice trembled, and he didn't dare to lift his head.
Fang Yang happened to see the bridal attire on the other person, he slightly raised his eyebrows, and his tone lifted slightly.
"It seems that I have interrupted you. Are you just having returned with a bride, marrying a wife, and taking a concubine? Today really is your big day."
"No… it's not my big day, it is your big day, Demon Lord. I'm willing to offer my wife to you, just begging for you to spare my life."