Open Divine Chests, Obtain Divine Items

"Mom, I have a gift for you."

Ta-da—

A wooden carving.

Beautiful.

Ren's Mother took an instant liking to it, her face lighting up with a bright smile. "Did... you have someone carve this for you?"

From her words, it was clear that Third Sister and Fourth Sister had kept their secret well.

The wooden carvings Cao Cheng had given them before had been hidden away—even their own mother didn’t know about them.

"I carved this myself," Cao Cheng said earnestly.

"You're full of crap," Old Cao muttered under his breath.

Ren's Mother believed Cao Cheng.

But Old Cao was different.

Didn’t Old Cao know his own son? Wood carving? He couldn’t carve a damn thing.

Hearing Old Cao’s remark, Ren's Mother shot him a glare.

"Is that any way to talk to your son?"

"..." Old Cao shrank back, chastened.

It wasn’t just that Ren's Mother was strong-willed—she had waited for Old Cao for over twenty years. Even now, she occasionally wore the bracelet he gave her two decades ago, right up until he reappeared in her life.

But Old Cao?

One auntie after another.

He even got married and had kids.

Sure, back then, it was Ren's grandfather who wronged Cao Cheng’s father first. But Ren's Mother had never wronged Old Cao.

And she waited for him for twenty years.

How many women could do that?

Fair is fair.

So,

if you really thought about it, in their relationship, Ren's Mother was the one standing tall, while Old Cao was the one kneeling.

This kind of emotional debt would take a lifetime to repay.

"I love this gift, son. Don’t listen to your father—he’s just jealous," Ren's Mother said, easing the tension between father and son.

Old Cao nodded, then asked expectantly, "So... where’s my statue?"

"Haven’t learned how to carve men yet. Sorry, Dad," Cao Cheng shrugged apologetically.

"?"

Old Cao laughed in exasperation, pointing at him. "You ungrateful little brat."

"Stop talking nonsense. My son is wonderful," Ren's Mother snapped.

Old Cao groaned. "No, you can’t spoil him like this. He’s always been the type to push his luck—he’ll turn rotten if you indulge him."

"Don’t you dare label my son. I know people better than you, and my son won’t be spoiled," Ren's Mother declared firmly.

But...

Cao Cheng didn’t entirely agree with her. Maybe he wouldn’t be spoiled, but anyone else in his shoes might easily grow arrogant from such pampering.

Even at his age, while he might not develop outright bad habits, some typical rich-kid tendencies could still emerge.

Besides,

Cao Cheng didn’t think Ren's Mother had the best judgment when it came to people. If she did, would she have fallen for Old Cao?

Her taste was... questionable at best.

......

......

Second Sister’s five-day vacation was over.

Cao Cheng felt like she hadn’t rested at all.

The first few days were spent in meetings and award ceremonies.

The last two? Shopping with her best friend.

Cao Cheng had always been curious about what kind of person could be her best friend. Either they had nerves of steel, or they were just as unhinged as her.

But then again,

it made sense.

Even Qin Hui had three friends—together, they became synonymous with infamy and wickedness.

So wasn’t it perfectly reasonable for Second Sister to have one bestie?

Probably another misfit—not necessarily icy, but definitely someone with few friends.

Otherwise, who’d hang out with Ren Fanxing?

......

That night.

Cao Cheng turned off his phone, then lit incense and purified himself in a ritual bath!

He spent ten Diamond Treasure Chests to synthesize a Divine-tier one.

He still had enough chests left to fuse another Diamond, but he held back.

After opening the Divine-tier chest, he planned to open the rest normally.

Mostly to stock up on daily consumables like Purple Flame Condensed Tea. He couldn’t just keep opening Diamond Chests, could he?

Even if Diamond Chests had higher odds of dropping skills.

But enjoying life was still the top priority.

Besides, he wasn’t exactly lacking in skills right now.

Also,

after two system upgrades, the items from the chests had leveled up too—even the tea had a new name.

Now called: Purple Flame Condensed Tea!

The description had changed as well:

Grown on the scorching Purple Flame Plateau, its leaves shimmer like jade. The boiling tea broth swirls like a dream, enhancing the drinker’s profound enlightenment.

Born of extreme heat, this tea has miraculous effects in healing internal injuries and qi deviations...

And so on.

Basically, it was two tiers above the old version—smoother to drink, faster for cultivating inner energy.

......

By the power vested in me—

Let’s go!

The void shimmered with an otherworldly aura.

Luckily, only Cao Cheng could see this spectacle. If others witnessed such divine phenomena, they’d think the world was undergoing a spiritual awakening.

Hurry up already.

This was supposed to be urban slice-of-life—what’s with the fantasy nonsense?

Finally, the chest fusion reached its peak brilliance.

Ever seen the entire universe flash just for you?

This radiant burst was more exhilarating than a nightclub’s strobe lights.

Ten Diamonds merged, birthing a kaleidoscopic Divine-tier chest.

[Ding~]

[Congratulations, Host! You’ve witnessed a miracle and obtained a Divine-tier chest. Reward: One Resurrection Card!]

Holy—!!

What’s the system implying?

That I’m gonna get killed, right?

Cao Cheng was stunned.

Genuinely stunned.

He’d been hoping for a beginner-level cultivation manual.

A Divine-tier chest had high odds of granting that.

But instead—a Resurrection Card?!

This thing...

was broken.

Sure, it had limits—like not working if you died of old age.

But for any other kind of death? Instant revival.

Time to play Jesus?

Even if some brat nuked the whole city, Cao Cheng would respawn unscathed, all debuffs wiped clean.

This was Divine-tier?

The power of a god?

Cao Cheng understood now.

......

Holding the card in his hand,

Cao Cheng’s fingers trembled with excitement.

Only those who’ve died once know how precious life truly is.

And this card wasn’t just about cheating death.

It reset you—erased all ailments.

Cancer? Incurable poison? Tortured in some lab until you’re half-dead?

Just die once.

Come back in peak condition.

Overpowered.

The card’s intricate patterns were mesmerizing.

Even if he couldn’t decipher their meaning, they pulsed with an allure that stirred his soul.

He crushed it without hesitation.

Stardust seeped into his body.

Now he had an extra life!

What was there to fear now?

Sure, he only had one for now.

But there’d be more Divine-tier chests...

Cao Cheng felt like he was playing an old-school Super Mario game, grabbing a 1-Up mushroom. Death? Just a minor setback.

And this was just his first Divine-tier pull.

"Based on this logic..."

Cao Cheng pondered. "Divine-tier chests contain godly items. So, cultivation manuals, elemental superpowers, or even... divine physiques—all possible, right?"

"Urban slice-of-life?"

"This is straight-up fantasy."

"And the best part? I’m the only one who gets to be fantastical."

Of course,

he’d still make money. Even gods needed to enjoy life.

Cao Cheng was feeling a little too invincible.

The only downside...

No system upgrade this time.

After opening the Divine-tier chest, the system stayed silent.

Was one Divine-tier chest not enough?

Did he need ten?

How long would that take?

No way.

We can't always rely on these few 'sisters.' Although they can pack a punch, there just aren't enough of them.

What we really need is the power of the masses.

The individual morale of the crowd may be low, but their strength lies in numbers.