Ye Wuchen frowned slightly, feeling an inexplicable itch in his hands—an urge to grasp something. It was strange. Before this person had clashed with Dai Yuanshan, he had felt nothing toward him. But after their confrontation, the impression he gave off was...
How to describe it?
Like a peerless beauty, tightly wrapped in layers of clothing, suddenly revealing a glimpse of skin—pale, soft, fragrant... Though her full form remained hidden, the allure was utterly irresistible.
Before colliding with Dai Yuanshan, he had seemed utterly unremarkable. Yet after their friction, he became unfathomably profound. What could have caused such a transformation?
After a moment of contemplation, a bold conjecture surfaced in Ye Wuchen’s mind.
"Boss, this teacher seems unusual. If Dai Yuanshan is the chosen proxy of the Celestial Pivot·Key of Balance, then this man might very well be a candidate for one of the other Heavenly Dao Keys!" Ye Wuchen conveyed his speculation to Chen Yi.
"Oh? What makes you say that?" Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
He knew Old Ye had good luck, but this level of fortune bordered on absurd.
First, he had stumbled upon an unremarkable blood-stained pouch while wandering aimlessly. Then, by sheer coincidence—and with Fang Fan’s assistance—he had uncovered the deeply hidden Ye Ancai, ultimately unlocking the Ruins of the Divine Realm as a result.
That was his first stroke of luck.
Next, thanks to Ye Wuchen’s influence, the moment Ye Ancai arrived in the Divine Realm via a hidden path, he had immediately spotted Dai Yuanshan and his brother being tortured. The glaring remnant dragon tattoo had caught Chen Yi’s attention—only later did he learn that Elder Cui Changsheng had laid the groundwork. Otherwise, the Celestial Pivot·Key of Balance would never have been exposed so blatantly.
No explanation was needed—this was Ye Wuchen, the God of Wealth, flexing his influence. Not only had he saved them countless hours of investigation, but he had even handed Chen Yi the method to enter the River of Time. Truly, his luck was contagious!
That was his second stroke of luck!
And now, with Ye Wuchen personally present, he wasn’t even bothering to hide it!
The moment they stepped into the Abyssal Ruins, before even grasping the world’s circumstances, he had keenly pinpointed the critical detail and seized the heart of the matter!
Though it was uncertain whether that schoolteacher was a chosen proxy of a Heavenly Dao Key, Chen Yi felt an inexplicable confidence—with Ye Wuchen around, even if he wasn’t, he would be!
Chen Yi’s mind even involuntarily replayed his first encounter with Ye Wuchen.
Back then, it had seemed like he and Gu Yuan had worked in tandem to reel him in.
But with his absurd luck, if this venture had truly been doomed, why would he have willingly taken the bait?
On the surface, it might have looked like he had lost years of savings, but in reality... it felt more like he had unknowingly incurred a karmic debt to him!
The more he thought about it, the more unsettling it became—a realization that sent chills down his spine.
Had he been the one fishing for Ye Wuchen, or had Ye Wuchen been fishing for him all along?
In the end, it was a question without an answer.
Perhaps this was simply fate, a predestined arrangement. At any rate, Ye Wuchen had been thoroughly vetted—his background was clean, or else he would never have been allowed to serve as the God of Wealth in Zi Wei.
All he had to do was keep leveraging his luck; the rest was Chen Yi’s problem.
"Boss, as you know, us Gods of Wealth must have a sharp instinct for opportunities!" Ye Wuchen calmly laid out his reasoning:
"My guess that the teacher might be a candidate for another Heavenly Dao Key stems mainly from Dai Yuanshan!"
"When I first laid eyes on Dai Yuanshan, he gave me a feeling akin to encountering a rare treasure. It wasn’t until later, when I learned he was the chosen proxy of the Celestial Pivot·Key of Balance, that I understood the source of that sensation!"
"Dai Yuanshan is merely the vessel—the true treasure is the Heavenly Dao Key behind him!"
"And the same goes for that teacher who clashed with Dai Yuanshan. At first, I felt nothing unusual about him. But the moment Dai Yuanshan engaged him, it was as if a sword had been unsheathed—its cold gleam nearly blinding me!"
Here, Ye Wuchen paused, his expression hesitant and lacking confidence. "That feeling was similar to what Dai Yuanshan gave me, yet different. If this discrepancy isn’t due to the distinct attributes of different Heavenly Dao Keys, then it’s likely that the teacher hasn’t been fully chosen yet—he’s still in a probationary phase!"
"Hmm. So, what do you suggest we do next?" Chen Yi asked thoughtfully.
Though he hadn’t detected any traces of a Heavenly Dao Key’s influence on the teacher, he trusted Ye Wuchen’s intuition—this man was a walking lucky charm!
No reason needed. Whenever this fortune-blessed general was around, things always worked out. If not perfectly, at least they never went south.
When in doubt, blindly follow the lucky one!
After a moment of contemplation, Ye Wuchen replied, "I think the best course is to do nothing. Let Dai Yuanshan, the confirmed proxy, clash with this potential candidate. Sparks will fly, and that’ll solidify his status as a true proxy. Only then can we trace the hidden Heavenly Dao Key!"
"You’re right. Then I’ll leave it to you. Ye Ancai, cooperate fully!" Without hesitation, Chen Yi delegated the task and dissolved into eighty-one multicolored chaos beads, reforming into a necklace around Ye Wuchen’s neck.
Originally, he had planned to seek out Xie Buruo for a... discussion. But the sudden trace of a Heavenly Dao Key had changed things.
Making a scene now would be unwise.
After all, Xie Buruo could be dealt with anytime. But if they scared off the hidden Heavenly Dao Key, alerting it to their presence, finding it again would be next to impossible!
Besides, Ye Wuchen’s mention of a proxy reminded Chen Yi of the old man who had just become captain of the Destiny Calamity Squad.
He wondered if the old-timer was facing any difficulties.
Ye Wuchen: "......"
Well, he was used to it.
Brother Yi hated tedious work. Back in the Divine Land, when deep research was needed, he had been the same. Now, with the complex and drawn-out task of locating a Heavenly Dao Key, it was no different.
All he cared about was swinging his halberd recklessly—combat was his joy...
"Brother Wuchen, how can I assist?" Ye Ancai sidled up with an ingratiating smile.
The top dog’s aura was too oppressive, but this second-in-command was much easier to get along with. He remembered their first fight—Ye Wuchen had been wearing his God of Wealth robes!
Wouldn’t clinging to this thigh be wise?!
What? Some unpleasant history between them?
Pah! They were practically family—fighting was just how they bonded!
Ye Wuchen glanced at him, and a plan swiftly took shape. "Ancai, if I recall, you used to have a taste for that special Venomous Abyss toxin, didn’t you?"
"Ahem, Brother Wuchen, I’ve quit..."
"No need for modesty. You’ve got experience—no one can play a demonic Venomous Abyss spawn as convincingly as you!"
"Wait, hold on—"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
