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chapter-102

Chapter 102: The First Encounter!

Translator: Sparrow_ Editor: Sparrow_

“This thing should have some weight?”.

While thinking, Lin Feng took out a small mountain the size of a fist. It was precisely the magic item obtained the day after killing the Great Spirit Sect’s elder, Old-Man Yue.

At the time this small black mountain was crippled by the Demon Avatar. After Lin Feng obtained it he never had the time to repair it and only obtained from it the Supreme Mountain Script Tao technique necessary to merge together the Great Celestial Way of the Eight Trigrams.

Lin Feng clutched the little mountain and thought: “Even though it’s damaged, it’s ultimately still an Aurous Core stage magic item. It should be worth something?”.

Starting up the Lucky Draw system, he entered into the trading page and chose the item that he had his eyes on. Lin Feng did not choose the Trāyastriṃśa Elixir of Creation that had the ability to improve one’s cultivation level.

Even if he got the elixir, Lin Feng wouldn’t use it right away. As long as you are below the Immortal Soul stage, the elixir would be effective. Hence, its value was obviously the greatest when used at the Nascent Soul stage.

Right now even if he really could get it, he would not immediately increase his strength. Hence, it was as good as wasting a lottery chance for a short time.

What Lin Feng had his eyes on was one of the few Aurous Core stage magic items currently in the system, a sword called the Pure Yang Sword.

The Pure Yang Sword was created with one of the seven Primordial Fires, the Pure Yang Primordial Fire.

The Pure Yang Primordial Fire was milky-white in color. It was the ancestor of all flames and was the source and progenitor of fire in the entire Grand Celestial World. It was the purest and unadulterated fire; it could assimilate many other flames and overcome all evil.

The price of the sword in the trading system was on the same level as the Trāyastriṃśa Elixir of Creation. Wanting to trade for it himself within a short period of time was a complete dream, he could only take a gamble with the Lottery System.

Lin Feng had already entered into the Lottery System before and taken a look. There wasn’t anything that he fancied in either of them, thus he figured he might as well take a gamble in the Lucky Draw system.

Choosing the Pure Yang Sword and then betting the little black mountain, Lin Feng prayed in his heart: “Please let me win!”.

The little mountain disappeared very quickly, and in the air, 30 straws appeared above the cim bucket.

Lin Feng took a close look. Among the 30 straws, there were 3 red straws, 9 long white straws, 12 white straws and 6 short white straws.

“The probability of winning the Pure Yang Sword is only 10%?” Lin Feng tightly knit his brow: “The white straws and short white straws added together is a total of 18 straws, reaching a probability of 60%, over half.”.

“Is it because the little mountain’s value is inferior to the Pure Yang Sword?”. Lin Feng pondered in his heart. It was his first time betting and drawing straws, he had no comparison or reference so it was very hard to accurately estimate the system’s rule.

The only thing that could be determined was that the Lucky Draw system’s probability of failure was far greater than the Roulette system and the Dice system.

The wheel system only had two empty grids, there was a one in nine probability of falling flat.

The dice system was a tad shady. Two empty grids plus two numbers that could not be rolled, a two in nine probability of falling flat.

As for the Lucky Draw system, just based on this particular instance, the probability of falling flat was a high of 40%. Moreover, there’s a 20% chance that he would obtain nothing and instead also had to lose an Aurous Core stage magic item.

Of course, the advantage of the Lucky Draw system was also easy to see. There was a probability of obtaining the prized item that he picked.

Lin Feng inhaled a deep breath and gave the command: “Commence straw shaking!”.

The 30 straws fell into the cim bucket and rapidly spun in the cim bucket. After a moment they stopped and all of the straws laid still in the bucket.

Lin Feng stared at the straws. After closely looking for half a day he was forced to give up in the end. Right now the section of the straws revealed outside of the bucket was completely identical.

“Given that I can’t observe any differences from the appearance, I can only test my luck.”. Lin Feng sighed and randomly picked a straw.

The straw floated out of the bucket and Lin Feng’s pupils suddenly shrank.

“Fuck, it’s white!”.

Lin Feng’s breath was stuck in his chest and constantly rolling over. As the straw rose higher and higher, the end of it was not to be seen and Lin Feng’s raised heart finally slowly came down.

“Fortunately I wasn’t completely unlucky.”.

A long white straw!

Lin Feng exhaled a big breath. It was not the white straw that returned the waged item and wasted a lottery chance, nor was it the short white straw where he lost everything. It was the long white straw where a random item was exchanged.

But very soon Lin Feng got nervous again.

A random exchange, who was to say what the hell he would get?

If he got something good then that’s okay, but if he got a piece of trash, then this long white straw was even more bullshit than the white straw that returned the ante.

Lin Feng anxiously watched the long white straw flash three times in the air and then turned into a streak of white light. In the white light, an item fell out from it and landed in front of Lin Feng.

“Hmm, the hell is this?”. Lin Feng took a close look. It was an item the size of a palm that looked like a badge. Its material was neither metal nor wood and was pitch-black in color. A faint radiance flowed over its entire body.

On the face of the badge was carved a “Hall” character.

Sect construction badge. The Host could use such construction badges to erect various buildings and facilities in the sect at the determined base.

The sturdiness of buildings and facilities was directly related to the Host’s cultivation level. An enemy had to be two major stages above the host to be able to damage sect buildings.

Sect main palace hall construction badge, the Host could use this badge to erect the sect’s main hall, for major ceremonies in the sect and to receive guests.

In addition, the main palace hall was suitable to be the core of the sect’s protective formation.

After using the badge building the main hall, the Host had one naming opportunity.

Finishing reading the description, Lin Feng couldn’t say anything for a long while. He held onto the badge and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Was this thing good?

Yes!

In a sense, it’s even better than the Trāyastriṃśa Elixir of Creation and the Pure Yang Sword. It is a true foundation of the sect, the face of the sect.

But for Lin Feng right now, it doesn’t have any practical effect of increasing his strength.

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head. He left the lottery system and put away the badge.

Sensing the abundance of mana in his aurous sea, Lin Feng’s face revealed a pleased smile. He had gained a lot from his closed-door training this time.

After exiting closed-door training, his disciples all came up to him. Only Zhu Yi was missing.

Xiao Yan explained saying: “A few days ago, Second Junior attempted to break through to Qi Disciple level 12 but he encountered some bottlenecks. Currently, he is also in the middle of his closed-door training.”.

Lin Feng glanced at him and instantly sighed in his heart.

Currently, Xiao Yan’s mana had reached a perfect state and it flowed endlessly like a great river. He was impressively already at the great circle of the perfection of Qi Disciple level 12.

Right in the one month of time that Lin Feng was in closed-door training to reach Foundation Establishment stage, Xiao Yan had successfully advanced to Qi Disciple level 12.

Calculating with his fingers, it had been exactly one year since Lin Feng accepted him as his disciple.

Four years later, this black-clothed youth who once ascended to the peak and then fell to the bottom finally returned back to Qi Disciple level 12.

Lin Feng observed carefully. In front of him, Xiao Yan no longer had any feelings of regret or nostalgia and was no longer as cynical as before. He only had high spirits and a bit of steadiness developed after experiencing ups and downs.

He no longer dwelled over himself wasting four years of time and instead put all of his energy on the path that he would walk in the future. One step at a time, quick and steady.

In the past, he used four year’s time before advancing to Qi Disciple level 12. Now he achieved this using only one year, such was great progress through steady accumulation.

Lin Feng looked at him and nodded his head with a slight smile.

Xiao Yan also smiled and didn’t say anything, he just bowed to Lin Feng. Everything was understood without words.

Xiao Budian stood at the side and stared eagerly at Lin Feng. Lin Feng smiled and patted his little head: “Let’s go, take Master to go find that Heavenly Gold Thunder Snake and take its snake blood for your baptism.”

While speaking, Lin Feng turned his head towards Xiao Yan and Wang Lin: “Tianhao alone is enough. You two stay behind and guard Zhu Yi.”.

Xiao Yan and Wang Lin both nodded their heads in agreement.

Lin Feng wasted no time bringing out the Black Cloud Flag and swept up Xiao Budian: “Let’s go!”.

…….

In the sky thousands of kilometers away from Lin Feng and company, the clouds suddenly swirled and were torn apart. A streak of green light shot out from inside.

Numerous hurricanes writhed around the green light with extraordinary power.

“Shouldn’t be too far away from here.”. The green light stopped and revealed the figure of a colossal monster with the body of a deer, head of a bird and a snake as its tail. Green light flowed over its entire body.

This was a descendant of an ancient beast called the Feilian. Even though it was not a pureblood, its strength was still very powerful and could control the gales of the nine heavens.

On the back of that Feilian sat a short youth. His mana was as abundant as the sea; he was a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

He held a compass in his hand. The needle of the compass was originally pointing in a direction, but it suddenly started quivering and was unable to fix a position.

The youth furrowed his brow: “Why is it that the compass is suddenly unable to fix the position anymore… Is it obscured by a spatial magic item? Hmph, you guys can’t escape from my palm.”.

“Three little shits, dare to kill our Aeolus Sect’s people?”. A vicious color surfaced over the youth’s overcast face: “Even if you guys run to the edge of the world, you guys can’t escape death!”.