Chapter 247: The Ups and Downs of Dingyu's Life
As for the truth of the war, it is not something Li Fan can know at the moment.
When the dark clouds hanging over everyone's heads gradually dissipated, and when the conscripted monks returned to their hometown.
This war, which lasted for more than eight months, gave people the impression that it was a dream, as if it had never happened.
Only when occasionally mentioning those monk friends who had disappeared forever could he vaguely recall this tragic war.
Li Fan naturally also knew some familiar monks who had died in the war.
Not to mention Chen Ying from the pharmacy who died early in the sneak attack by the Five Elders Society.
In Cong Yunhai's martial arts hall, Jiang Zhengji and Du Xingchang both died.
The Cezhen Hall also suffered heavy losses.
Three people were conscripted.
Gong Boyu and another Nascent Soul Formation Master named Mu Bowen were affected by the battle between the powerful gods and did not escape the disaster.
Only Zhang Zhiliang survived.
The rest were cultivators who served in various positions on Wanxian Island and had only met Li Fan once before, but died in this battle.
There are countless more.
The brutality of the battle in Tianlingzhou can be seen from this.
Fortunately, what this world lacks the least is monks who are willing to fight to the death.
With a notification from the Tianxuan Mirror, the war and the deaths it brought were soon forgotten by everyone.
Within three years, every cultivator can purchase the skills at a 30% discount on the original price.
Each person is limited to purchasing one copy and the product cannot be transferred as a gift.
As soon as the news came out, the monks who were originally a little sad all perked up and became excited.
Those whose contribution points were originally just a little short of the mark and who were able to obtain the skills after the discount naturally purchased the skills they had been dreaming of as soon as possible and began to practice with great joy.
The contribution level is quite different, but if you work hard for three years, you can barely buy the skills.
Then they started to complete tasks and accumulate contribution points frantically.
Finally, there are those monks who have little contribution left and will have no hope no matter how hard they try in three years.
Some means of "borrowing" and "getting rich overnight" became his lifeline.
As Cong Yunhai's most famous means of getting rich quickly, the [Dingyu] anchored at the end of 2016 attracted several times more monks to participate than usual.
The sky above the island was crowded with people who came to join in the fun.
Li Fan was naturally among them.
He clearly remembered that the best fish this time was a white pomfret.
Although his contribution points are sufficient for now, Li Fan will not miss any opportunity to increase his wealth.
Select your target and place your bet.
The twenty-seven-day observation period passed in a flash.
Soon it was the day when the lake erupted into the sky and the grand prize was born.
Most of the monks had red eyes and nervous expressions. They did not dare to make any unusual sounds. They just stared at the countless fish fighting with each other in the lake below.
The final result surprised Li Fan.
The best fish this time was not the white pomfret that Li Fan remembered.
Instead, it was a spearfish that was shining with golden light and looked very majestic.
“I won! I won!”
Amid the sighs and curses of the monks, an extremely excited howl even stood out.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Li Fan saw a young monk with messy hair and tattered clothes, but he was extremely excited at the moment and his face flushed red.
"Jackpot! I won! Jackpot!"
He shouted frantically, as if afraid that others might not know.
Ignoring the many murderous gazes, the young monk raised his head and laughed like a madman.
"Oh my god, isn't this Han Yi? I heard that a few years ago, some foundation building master cheated him out of all his money and he lived a miserable life. I didn't expect that his luck would turn around today and he would win the jackpot!"
"What kind of shitty luck is this!"
"Why can't I get such a good thing? I lost all the hundreds of contribution points I saved with great difficulty!"
"There are so many people this time, and it's the jackpot. The winner takes all, and it's the end of the year, so we have to clear out the usual prize pool..."
"Fuck, the final reward is estimated to be at least one million contribution points!"
After a quick estimate, the monks looked at Han Yi differently.
Han Yi, who had been a little carried away by winning the first prize, finally realized something.
As more and more people were looking at him, his expression became nervous and uneasy.
Fortunately, the rules of [ordering fish] are still in place, and the safety of the winners is guaranteed in public.
Otherwise, it would be so easy to kill people and steal treasures. Once the rules are broken, there will definitely be fewer and fewer monks who play this [Fishing Fish] in the future.
It would be better to use this opportunity to publicize it and attract more monks to participate in the future.
The little foundation-building monk, who was desperate and impoverished, made a last-ditch effort and turned his life around.
From then on, you will reach the peak of your life and have hope of achieving Nascent Soul and Transformation of the Spirit.
What slogan could be more attractive than this real-life example?
After exchanging glances, several organizers of Dingyu quickly brought Han Yi to the center of the group.
After some calculations, the huge reward of 1.56 million contribution points was transferred to Han Yi on the spot.
Han Yi, who received the reward, lost his excitement.
He just became a little dazed, as if he couldn't believe that all this was true, and his face looked a little blank.
The greed in the eyes of the surrounding monks became even more frightening.
Considering the personal safety of this lucky guy, several organizers of Dingyu decided to personally escort Han Yi back to Wanxian Island.
Those monks whose chips were won by Han Yi followed behind unwillingly.
Soon, surrounded by the crowd, Han Yi left the sea area.
The only one left was the bluefin tuna, which was quietly digesting the essence of the other participating fish.
And Li Fan.
Looking at the Tuna King whose aura was getting stronger and stronger, Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
“Why are the results of this life different from what I experienced?”
“Where is the variable?”
Li Fan, who lost the grand prize, did not feel mentally unbalanced.
In addition to ordering fish, he has many other ways to earn a lot of contribution points.
The reasons that lead to different results are what really interests him.
"Logically speaking, apart from the fact that there are a few more people participating, there is nothing that can affect the results of the fish selection."
Li Fan stood still and thought for a long time, but still couldn't get a reliable answer.
He simply used the secret method of [Transformation of the Divine Dao] and replayed the scene of catching the fish just now in his mind over and over again.
Slowly, Li Fan saw some clues.
Li Fan’s view that “there are no major variables” is from the perspective of a cultivator.
But from the perspective of the countless fish involved in fishing, variables are everywhere.
It could be that something the monk casually discarded caused the change in water flow.
It could also be a fish that was frightened by the aura of a monk and changed its course of action.
…
Because the fish is too weak and the monk is too strong.
If you are weak, you cannot survive on your own and can only go with the flow and be at the mercy of so-called variables.
Li Fanruo gained something.
(End of this chapter)
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