Zu An chuckled, not expecting this girl to be a bit naive. He was in a hurry to draw the lottery and didn't have time to chat with her, so he casually waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's normal for a little kid like you not to be able to make decisions at home."
Anger value from Chu Huanzhao +66!
Zu An was taken aback, only then noticing that Chu Huanzhao's expression was rather unpleasant. She snorted, jumped off the table, and said as she left, "From now on, I'll protect you at the academy. Anyone who dares to bully you will have to mention my name."
Zu An rolled his eyes behind her back, thinking to himself, "You little brat, acting like a big sister, who are you trying to fool? Besides, I am the son-in-law of this family. After what happened today, who in the family's private school would dare to bully me?"
He didn't take it too seriously. After looking around and making sure everyone was gone, he jumped out of bed.
I washed my face and hands very solemnly, and then I don't know where I found an incense stick, lit it and kept praying: "May all the gods, Buddhas, God, and Allah bless me and help me draw something good."
With the 66 anger points that Chu Huanzhao just contributed, he now has 1712 anger points.
I summoned the keyboard, moved the cursor to the lottery section, and carefully pressed the Enter key. The cursor then quickly blinked back and forth between the numbers and the space bar.
As expected, the result was "Thank you for participating!"
This was within his expectations. After all, the odds of winning the lottery are low, and he was fairly aware of his own luck. He had only ever won a washbasin out of all the lottery tickets he had bought since he was a child.
Press Enter again to start the lottery:
Thank you for participating!
Thank you for participating!
Thank you for participating!
...
That's going too far!
Zuan was speechless. Was it just bad luck or was the odds of winning really that low?
On the 13th draw, the cursor finally stopped on the number "8" instead of the space bar. He was startled; it was a new key, and he wondered what it was.
Then he saw a small bottle appear in front of him, filled with a bright green liquid. Below it was a line of small print that read: Poison Bottle, Throwable. It can paralyze and weaken targets within a small area. It ignores the level defense of targets below the fifth rank.
Zuan was overjoyed. No matter where you are, the attribute of ignoring level defense is incredibly powerful. The only pity is that it only works against those below the fifth rank. But he probably can't afford to offend any fifth-rank big shots for the time being, right?
Probably...
With another life-saving trump card, Zaun happily put the little green bottle back into his keyboard space. His only complaint was that the color was a bit unlucky.
Four more draws followed, and unsurprisingly, they all ended with "Thank you for participating."
The odds of winning are ridiculously low.
Zaun was glad that earning rage points seemed pretty easy, but collecting rage points meant making enemies everywhere. In this world of cultivation, wouldn't he get slapped to death by a powerful figure?
Yes, I must be more careful in the future!
Sigh, I also want to be like the Northern Profound Heavenly Venerable, destroying everyone I see, but unfortunately my strength doesn't allow it. I can only learn from the Steady Senior Brother and play it safe.
Qin Wanru's anger level increased by "+2+2+2+2..."
The barrage of information left Zu An feeling dizzy. What was going on with that cheap mother-in-law? What had he done to offend her?
Meanwhile, after Chu Zhongtian and Qin Wanru returned to their room, Qin Wanru was still somewhat indignant: "That bastard really made me furious. My poor Yan'er, her happiness in this life has been ruined by such a guy."
Chu Zhongtian quickly poured his wife a cup of tea and handed it to her, saying, "After all, this was Chu Yan's own choice."
Qin Wanru took a sip of tea, still not satisfied: "Isn't it all because of your Chu family!"
Chu Zhongtian chuckled awkwardly and quickly tried to divert his wife's attention: "Compared to those things, I'm actually more curious about who is secretly targeting Zu'an."
Seeing that he brought up serious matters, Qin Wanru frowned as well: "That's right. I didn't quite believe you before, but what happened in the ancestral hall today does seem like someone is targeting him in secret."
Chu Zhongtian nodded and said, "On the wedding night, Zu An ran to Huan Zhao's bed for no reason. Although that guy is a bit of a scoundrel, I don't think he would have such a big guts."
Qin Wanru snorted sullenly: "He wasn't exactly timid at all today in the ancestral hall."
Chu Zhongtian said, "He was even knocked unconscious that night, otherwise how could he have gotten into bed with me? You don't really think he has that kind of ability, do you?"
"If that good-for-nothing really had that ability, I wouldn't be so angry," Qin Wanru said bitterly, clearly still resentful that her daughter had married such a husband.
Chu Zhongtian sighed: "There's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet. Our spiritual spring was polluted that night."
"What!" Qin Wanru stood up abruptly. The two main industries that the Chu family relied on for survival were salt and weapons. The Chu family's weapons had such a large market share not only because of the exquisite rune formations, but also because of the nourishment and tempering of the family's spiritual spring, which made their quality far superior to that of their competitors.
It should be noted that while other families possess rune formations, and their rune formations may not be inferior to those of the Chu family, this spiritual spring is unique to the Chu family and can be considered the lifeblood of the Chu family's weapons industry.
“You were furious with Zu An that night, so I didn’t dare tell you about this,” Chu Zhongtian carefully observed his wife’s expression before continuing, “Now that I think about it, it must have been on our wedding night that someone took Zu An to Huan Zhao’s bed, causing chaos at home to attract everyone’s attention, and then someone secretly sent people to pollute the spiritual spring.”
Qin Wanru hurriedly asked, "Can the spiritual spring be restored?"
Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "That person dripped the devil's saliva into the spiritual spring, and it probably won't recover for at least twenty years. Fortunately, the amount that person had was not much, so perhaps after a few more decades, the spiritual spring will slowly regain its spiritual energy."
"It's uncertain whether our Chu family will still exist in a few decades." Qin Wanru knew that the Devil's Saliva was the most evil and filthy thing in the world, and there was really no way to stop it from polluting the spiritual spring. "So, is it the Emperor's side or the Prince Qi's side?"
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