Ah Long and Ah Hu's divine sense swept back and forth through the secret realm several times, not missing a single corner. However, they found absolutely nothing. The small white beast seemed as though it had never existed, leaving not a single trace behind.
The two withdrew their divine sense, their expressions turning somewhat ugly. They exchanged a glance, then turned to look at Qin Hao, opening their mouths to speak.
Qin Hao looked them up and down, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. "What is with those expressions? Do not tell me you two cannot find that little beast!"
Ah Long scratched his head in embarrassment. "Lord Imperial Son, you really are an excellent judge of character. We searched the entire secret realm, but unfortunately, we could not find a single trace of that little beast."
Ah Long's answer made Qin Hao's vision go dark. Two Immortal Lords—placed within the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, as long as the transcendent factions did not emerge, they were figures who could walk unhindered anywhere. Yet at this moment, the two of them could not even keep an eye on a palm-sized little beast?
"Is there really not a single trace? It could not have just vanished into thin air for no reason!" Qin Hao was somewhat unwilling to give up. This Luck Dao Beast could continuously gather luck for its master. To Qin Hao, this Luck Dao Beast was more precious than any other opportunity, and he truly did not want to miss out on it just like this.
Ah Long and Ah Hu exchanged a glance. The two lowered their heads, not daring to meet Qin Hao's eyes. "Apologies, Lord Imperial Son. Our abilities are limited, and we failed to detect the whereabouts of the Luck Dao Beast. Please punish us, Lord Imperial Son!"
Qin Hao looked at the two Immortal Lords bowing their heads in admission of their fault, and he could not help but take a deep breath. "Enough, what is there to punish? If word got out, even if you were not embarrassed, I would be. Others would say that my, Qin Hao's, subordinates are all 'capable right-hand men' just like you."
"Let us go look elsewhere. It should not have run far. It just used some unknown method to isolate our perception."
Qin Hao waved his hand and immediately formulated a plan to split up and search. Just as Qin Hao was about to act, Ah Long and Ah Hu shuddered and hastily called out to him.
"Lord Imperial Son! We found it! Look, that Luck Dao Beast is right next to that kid!"
Hearing this, Qin Hao turned to look at Lin Bei. He saw Lin Bei sitting cross-legged, cultivating. Beside him lay the small white beast, licking its paws.
Qin Hao held his breath, lightened his footsteps, and approached the little beast step by step.
Before he could take more than two steps, the Luck Dao Beast seemed to sense something. It opened its eyes and glanced at Qin Hao. That single glance was full of disgust, and then it disappeared once again.
Qin Hao's body froze in place. He had not seen wrong, had he? That little thing just now had actually looked at him with disgust, and then vanished! What was going on?
Ah Long leaned in and said in an indignant tone.
"Lord Imperial Son, it seems to be disgusted by you. Every time it senses you approaching, it disappears."
Qin Hao's mouth twitched. "If you do not speak, no one will think you are mute."
Beside them, Ah Hu frowned and pondered for quite a while before coming up to Qin Hao and voicing his speculation.
"Lord Imperial Son, I have a thought for your consideration. I feel that this little thing is not just disgusted by you, but by anyone with low luck. That is why it disappears the moment you approach, and reappears the moment you leave."
"Obviously, compared to you, it prefers this guy who practices self-mutilation cultivation."
Qin Hao furrowed his brows. "My current karmic luck shouldn't be considered scarce, right? I have quite a few measures of it."
"Lord Imperial Son, a few measures of karmic luck is indeed a lot for ordinary people, but for a creature like the Fortune Dao Beast, isn't it a bit lacking?"
"This Fortune Dao Beast is extremely bizarre. It's completely untouchable and intangible. The moment you get close, it vanishes without a trace. If we want to capture it, we need to plan this out carefully."
Qin Hao remained silent, pondering Ah Hu's words. It likes those with abundant luck and dislikes those with little?
"Is that the reason why it disappears instantly whenever I approach it? If that's the case, this will actually be much easier to handle!"
Soon, Qin Hao came up with a countermeasure. He hurriedly said to Ah Long and Ah Hu,
"You two, keep a close eye on that Fortune Dao Beast here. I'm taking a trip back to the Qin family, but I'll be right back."
With that said, Qin Hao activated the jade pendant at his waist and teleported himself back to the Qin family.
Ah Long and Ah Hu clearly saw that after Qin Hao left, the Fortune Dao Beast indeed reappeared.
The two exchanged a glance, both feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness. "Hahaha, our Lord Imperial Son is actually being despised by such a little thing. It seems the problem really lies with the Lord Imperial Son."
"This Fortune Dao Beast is incredibly mysterious. The spatial lockdown we set up can't stop it from vanishing at all. If the Lord Imperial Son doesn't solve the issue of the beast avoiding him, he won't be able to subdue it."
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After returning to the Qin family, Qin Hao headed straight for his residence. In the courtyard, several women were laughing and playing around. Seeing this scene, Qin Hao couldn't help but smile. This was how it should be; a harmonious family prospers in all things.
"Hao Hao, why are you back? Didn't you say you had some matters to handle outside?" Shen Suning was the first to throw herself into Qin Hao's arms. Qin Hao rubbed her head and smiled bitterly.
"Don't mention it. I was despised by that Fortune Dao Beast."
Shaking his head, Qin Hao recounted the sequence of events to them.
"That's the gist of it. That Fortune Dao Beast is cunning to the extreme. The moment someone with little luck like me gets close, it immediately pulls a disappearing act."
Saying this, Qin Hao looked at Su Qingyue and the others.
"Qingyue, Xinyao, you are all people of great karmic luck. Since that Fortune Dao Beast likes people with abundant luck, I figured I would bring you all along. With you there, I think it shouldn't run away."
Hearing Qin Hao's request, Su Qingyue didn't hesitate at all and stood straight up. "No problem, let's set off right now."
Jiang Xinyao also stood up. Brushing off her skirt, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "Let's go take a look. I want to see exactly what kind of creature this Fortune Dao Beast is, to actually dare despise my man."
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Soon, Qin Hao returned to the secret realm of the Lower Three Heavens with his six reinforcements.
Seeing Qin Hao's return, Ah Long immediately stepped forward to report.
"Reporting to the Lord Imperial Son, the moment you left, the Fortune Dao Beast appeared. And now, the moment you returned, it vanished again."
"Eh, wait, no, it hasn't disappeared."
At this moment, the little beast's tail was curled up, and its four small legs were tensed, looking as if it was ready to flee at any second. However, it didn't run. Instead, it stared fixedly at the six women behind Qin Hao.
Qin Hao's presence filled it with an instinctive revulsion, urging it to flee. However, the scent wafting from those six women was simply too enticing. It was so intoxicatingly sweet that its legs went weak, leaving it completely reluctant to tear itself away.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?!
