Chapter 78: A Mascot, Huh

“You bet on Lu Qingyuan taking the crown and won five million two hundred thousand spiritual stones.”

“You bet on yourself taking the crown and won seven million eight hundred thousand spiritual stones.”

“…For a total of thirteen million spiritual stones.”

The owner who had opened the betting pool at Immortal Guest Inn looked at the young man in front of him with a bitter smile, then handed him a purple-gold card and said, “This is a purple-gold card from Tongtian Trading Company. Please accept it.”

Lin Yuchu glanced at him, then reached out and took the purple-gold card he was offering. “Many thanks.”

“…I wouldn’t dare,” the owner answered, the smile on his face turning even more bitter.

Thirteen million spiritual stones!

My heart is bleeding! He had been running betting pools for so many years, and this was the first time in his life he had ever run into something like this.

Making money for someone else…

This time, the biggest share of the betting pool had all been earned by this boy!

He felt sorry for himself. Where had this little monster come from?

Sigh. Thinking of this, the inn owner felt fear.jpg in his heart. He never wanted to see this kid again in his life!

Next time, if he came, if he came again, then the owner might as well close up shop for good!

An old familiar face from the inn, wearing the same heartbroken expression, walked over and patted him on the shoulder. In a weathered tone that said I understand, I get it, he told him, “Don’t panic yet. There’s still next time!”

“Don’t let your heart shatter this time. Wait another ten or twenty years. No, maybe it won’t even take that long. With that boy’s monstrous genius, maybe in seven or eight years he’ll step onto the arena again.”

Only, next time it would be the contest for the strongest young sword cultivator in the cultivation world.

“…”

The owner.

Should he go write a sign right now saying Lin Yuchu and dogs may not place bets, then hang it in front of the gambling house?

…

“Thirteen million spiritual stones!”

“Thirteen million spiritual stones!!”

“Thirteen million spiritual stones!”

“I’ve never seen this many spiritual stones in my entire life!”

Gu Chun stared at the thin yet precious purple-gold card from Tongtian Trading Company in Lin Yuchu’s hand with an expression that looked close to madness, or perhaps already mad. He felt that for him to withstand such enormous temptation and not lose control, not do something like murder his little buddy for wealth, he was practically a living saint!

Although, if they really started fighting, it was still uncertain who would kill whom.

Listening to him, Lin Yuchu turned his head and glanced at him. His face was calm, his tone indifferent as he said, “Didn’t you get rich overnight too?”

“That’s true.”

A brilliant smile immediately appeared on Gu Chun’s face. He stretched out a hand, slung it over Lin Yuchu’s shoulder like they were the best of brothers, and said, “Stick with you, and there’s meat to eat!”

“Brother, next time there’s another good chance to get rich like this, don’t forget to tell me!” Gu Chun said with a delighted expression, as though he could already see the wonderful days ahead, following Lin Yuchu down the road to fortune, getting rich overnight, becoming a great tycoon of the cultivation world, and reaching the peak of life!

What was there even to say about this?

A perfectly good future emperor of one side, supposed to be handsome, elegant, and wreathed in immortal aura, had somehow been led astray by Lin Yuchu into becoming a money-grubber.

Honestly…

The Immortal Lords of the Immortal Alliance witnessed this dirty transaction between the young Rain Emperor and the young Taichu Sword Master, which looked exactly like a scene of dividing stolen loot. The corners of their mouths twitched as they thought that although the future completed version of the Taichu Sword Master was indeed stingy, stingy was stingy; he was not a money-grubber. He was nothing like this current appearance, as though he had fallen straight into the eye of money.

Second floor of Immortal Guest Inn.

“Count me in too.”

Just as Gu Chun and Lin Yuchu were hooking arms and clinging together, a bright, smiling voice as refreshing as clear wind and bright moon suddenly cut in.

Hearing it, Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun both looked up at the same time.

They saw Lu Qingyuan, dressed in a rippling-green robe, standing before them at some unknown point. His handsome, gentle face carried a smile, and his eyes looked at the two of them with a warm, shallow amusement.

Between two of his long, fair fingers, he was also holding a purple-gold card identical to Lin Yuchu’s.

Gu Chun had the same model too.

Lin Yuchu lifted his eyes and looked at Lu Qingyuan in front of him. Then he turned his head and stared, dead-eyed, at Gu Chun beside him, who was getting handsy with him. In a flat tone without the slightest rise or fall, he said, “If there’s that kind of good thing, please count me in too.”

Was getting rich overnight supposed to be that easy?

Was wealth something you could gain just because you wanted to?

This time, it was because the gambling house’s owner had no experience and had underestimated them, so he had fallen into their trap and let them make a huge windfall.

Did you believe that next time they came, they might not even get through the gambling house’s front doors?

After hearing him, Gu Chun said without a care, “Good brother, don’t underestimate yourself. Do you know what people outside are saying about you now?”

“They’re all saying you’re the God of Wealth reborn, born with wealth in your fate, and that whoever follows you will eat and drink well.” Gu Chun had learned it perfectly. “They’re also saying you might not be a person at all, but actually an auspicious beast, born with good luck and powerful fortune!”

“…”

Lin Yuchu.

Oh, go screw yourself!

What the hell was all this?

Lu Qingyuan had naturally heard these things too, and he could not help the amused smile that appeared on his face. The outside world had now turned the boy in front of him into something incredibly mystical and fantastical.

One moment he was the God of Wealth, the next he was an auspicious beast, and then he was the reincarnation of the wealth-scattering child under Guanyin’s seat…

In short, everyone wanted to get a little of his auspicious aura.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyuan fixed his gaze on the fluffy crown of the boy’s head in front of him. It looked as though it would be very pleasant to touch, and he immediately felt his hands grow a little itchy.

He wanted to…

Lin Yuchu keenly sensed something and immediately raised his head, looking warily at Lu Qingyuan, whose face was full of ill intent and whose smile was sinister and cunning, rippling with fascination. “What do you want to do?”

Having had his wicked intentions discovered, Lu Qingyuan could only sigh regretfully in his heart. He forced his gaze away from that extremely tempting young head and said, “No, nothing.”

“I came today to deliver this to you.” Lu Qingyuan took out a black-gold invitation and handed it to Lin Yuchu.

Lin Yuchu looked at what was in his hand, then said with a somewhat surprised tone, “An invitation to Tongtian Trading Company’s auction house?”

“Precisely.”

Lu Qingyuan looked at him, smiling all over his face. “I guessed that right now, you might be worrying over how to spend the spiritual stones in your hands, so I came to add flowers to brocade.”

…

No matter whether it was Lin Yuchu himself, the Immortal Lords of the Immortal Alliance, the Divine Lords of Divine Capital, or even the Rain Emperor’s subordinates and believers, whether friend or foe, none of them had guessed that in this reincarnation, Lin Yuchu’s first title in the cultivation world would actually be mascot!

That’s right. Mascot!

A legendary strongly-fortuned young man who carried auspicious luck with him, suspected to be the reincarnation of an auspicious beast. Everyone wanted to pat his head, stroke his fur, and rub off some good luck!

So much so that…

For a very long period after Lin Yuchu entered the Kunlun Sword Sect as a disciple, the sect’s teachers and seniors would often coincidentally stroll over to him, pat his head, rub his little hands, and stare with eyes shining. That look was exactly like someone who had been starving with thirst for hundreds of years finally seeing a tasty little snack…

“…”

Lin Yuchu, whose scalp was tingling from being stared at.

Scary!

So much so that Lin Yuchu once suspected he had mistakenly wandered into some improper demon den.

↑ In truth, it was only a group of unlucky souls whose heavenly tribulations always had several or dozens more bolts of tribulation lightning than other people’s, whose pill refinement, artifact refinement, and talisman drawing always accidentally blew up into chaos and left them covered in soot, and who were forever dogged by bad luck whenever they went out… They only wanted to sneak a ride on his good fortune, that was all.

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