Chapter 206 - 206: The More Luck You Take, the More Miserable It Is (2)
Translator: _Min_
Si Fuqing picked up the fan, examining it thoroughly for the first time.
This was her first opportunity to see the fan’s full detail.
Closed, the fan’s handle was sharp, and its bones were as hard as a sword, yet it was not as heavy as one.
Opened, the fan’s surface was like a curved blade, capable of cutting through marble when thrown.
Even more intriguing, hidden within the fan’s bones were twelve golden needles, activated by a mechanism in the handle.
When triggered, these needles could launch simultaneously, formidable even against multiple attackers.
The hidden weapons of the MO family were unparalleled, their reputation well-earned.
Interestingly, the fan’s principles were somewhat similar to the anti-gravity armor she had developed.
After twirling the fan in her hand, Si Fuqing set it down, her gaze then falling on the seemingly ordinary wheelchair beneath Yu Xiheng.
She leaned down to touch the wheel but was stopped midway by the man’s cold fingers clasping her wrist. His light sigh from above cautioned her, “Don’t touch this, it might hurt you.”
This confirmed for Si Fuqing that this wheelchair was likely also a concealed weapon from top to bottom.
She stepped back, genuinely impressed, offering her praise, “Boss, you are truly remarkable.”
To have the MO family create such a fan and this unique wheelchair, Yu Xiheng must be more than just the ninth son of the Yu family.
“Listening to you say that every day, my ears have grown calluses,” Yu Xiheng reclined in his wheelchair, “Any new words for me?
“This time is different.”
“How so?”
Si Fuqing was earnest, “This time, there’s even more sincerity.” Feng San, overhearing this the moment he came back, was lost for words.
“More sincerity?” Yu Xiheng sat up straight, looking at her, “So you weren’t sincere before?”
“Of course, I was, one part sincerity, two parts now,” Si Fuqing coughed twice.
“Sincerity isn’t so easily given, right, boss?” “Yes,” Yu Xiheng paused, “Even blood relatives can kill each other for power.” He inevitably thought back to his past life.
Indeed, he was not favored by the former emperor, even without the right to succession, sent away to a monastery for six years.
He was later forced into a deadly power struggle among sixteen princes.
Only one could emerge victorious.
To lose meant death or imprisonment.
He had to win.
Yu Xiheng’s response was unexpected, a slight chuckle, “With your personality so likable, how could anyone treat you poorly?” Who from the older generation would not pamper her.
Si Fuqing:
Her ears heated up for the first time, and she turned around quickly, “I’m going upstairs, I have work at eight tomorrow! Boss, you should sleep and not work too late.”
Feng San, with a wooden expression, stuttered, “Bro…, Brother Nine, did you just make Miss Si shy?”
Yu Xiheng glanced at him.
Feng San got the hint and hurriedly left, “I’ll go water the plants!”
Outside, the cold wind blew as Feng San recalled the moment he apprehended the assassin, already under Yu Xiheng’s control.
He fell into silence:.
What happened to using the fan only for cooling and decoration?
Feng San knew that this fan was forged by senior blacksmiths of the MO family, using unparalleled materials.
But during his years with Yu Xiheng, he rarely saw the man use it.
After pondering, Feng San opened the group chat. [@CourierGuy, dog, there is one thing you got wrong.]
[CourierGuy]:
[Brother Nine’s fan isn’t just for show. I saw its other uses today.] After sending this message, a group call popped up immediately.
Feng San didn’t answer, instead watching the group members curse him, thoroughly enjoying their frustration.
Indeed, only by Si Fuqing’s side could he witness these guys hopping mad yet unable to touch him.
Truly satisfying.
The next day, a new week dawned.
Lin City’s newspapers and major news websites reported on the Pei
Corporation’s financial collapse, expected to go bankrupt within the week.
Netizens who had been watching the developments on Xingting Law Firm’s Weibo were thoroughly convinced.
[Incredible, Si Fuqing’s words are like magic, whatever she says, happens.]
[How can we not worship her? I’m going to do it now!]
[Wait, brother, count me in too.]
Si Fuqing, looking at the row of comments worshipping the koi fish under her Weibo, fell into silence.
She quickly read through her fans’ private messages and replied to a few comments before logging out.
She returned to the world of Oracle on her computer screen.
Her silver-masked swordsman character displayed the gleaming gold “180” level cap above its head.
Si Fuqing was satisfied.
She was ready. She was waiting for the white-robed bard who had killed her character to log in, determined to cut down his level by ten in revenge.
JI Xingzhi, playing an assassin, was spinning around her in the game.
[NINE]: Forgot to ask, my luck was stolen, but not everyone who steals it gets the same amount, right?
[JI]: Of course. The more of your luck they take, the harder it is to get back. It means they’re highly compatible with your luck. And the longer it’s with them, the more it integrates with them. If you die, that portion of luck becomes theirs
enureuy.
[NINE]: [Smile]
[JI]: But the more luck they take, the more miserable it is. Can’t wait to see the outcome. This level of luck transfer formation can’t be done by just any Master of Yin-yang. I need to ask the old man about it.
[JI]: By the way, a new dungeon opens on Friday. Have you gathered your team? The forums are betting on whether you’re still up to it. Don’t mess up. [NINE]: Mess up? I can take on ten by myself. You’re enough trouble, why would I need anyone else?
[JI]: As expected of you, NINE the God.
NINE, the legendary player known for defeating opponents forty levels higher.
Si Fuqing got up to grab some fruit for Yu Tang, who had insisted on staying over at the villa that night.
In the next room.
Yu Tang lay sprawled over her desk, banging her head in frustration, “I’m so mad, so mad!”
Si Fuqing entered, her fox-like eyes observing: “Tangtang, what are you doing? How many brain cells are you killing?”
“I’m insulting people!” Yu Tang was indignant. “This person’s attacking my gender because I’m not good enough! ”
Sniffles and sobs betrayed her frustration at being unable to retort effectively.
Si Fuqing leaned over to see the familiar Shen Yu interface on the screen. [Current][Lemon Sugar with Ice]: You’re a girl, right? Why even play Pvp? Can you stop embarrassing us?
[Current][Lemon Sugar with Ice]: I’m so sick of you girls. Every time I run a dungeon, you just drag us down. Never cleared a dungeon with a girl in the team. Can we just give up now? What can you girls play besides support? No technical skills, really!
[Current][Lemon Sugar with Ice]: Seriously speechless, you’re so rubbish. Just start the last game and stop wasting my time.
In Oracle’s PvP (player versus player) system, dying once meant losing a level and potentially equipment.
Yu Tang had died three times, losing three levels she had worked a month to gain.
Normally cheerful, she was brought to tears by these harsh words.
“Okay, very arrogant, looking down on girls?” Si Fuqing patted the chair back, smiling. “Tangtang, get up.”
Yu Tang, dazed, stood up automatically, only to see Si Fuqing taking her place at the computer..
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