The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

The system was so eager to swear an oath to the heavens that Yun Yici reluctantly returned to her room and sat down, deciding to give it one last chance.

The system formally asked, "Host, are you sure you want to use one lottery draw chance?"

Yun Yici said, "Confirmed."

The atmosphere in the room was tense and somber. Huai Chuan Jian Ling peeked out and looked at Yun Yi Ci, who was sitting at the table with a straight face and her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

It didn't realize there was any danger here.

"Congratulations, host, you've drawn the Jenga Pure Edition! Limited to one use per day!"

Seeing Yun Yici stand up expressionlessly, the system quickly explained, "This is definitely a good thing. Theoretically, as long as you have two inanimate items of the same rank stacked together, you can upgrade to a higher rank."

Yun Yici almost lost control of his forty-meter-long sword.

She asked, "Does that mean if I have two identical spirit herbs or spirit stones, I can level up by putting them together?"

For example, two first-grade spiritual herbs can be stacked together to upgrade to second grade.

It could even be elixirs, talismans, etc... Magical artifacts are unlikely, as she has never seen a mass-produced magical artifact.

The system said, "That's how it works in theory, but I'm not sure how effective it will be in practice, you know..."

"I didn't mean to trick you, but the way of nature is that there are gains and losses. Unrestricted personal freedom will eventually backfire."

Let's talk about the "noob halo" that Yun Yici initially thought was the most useless.

If the "Cat Halo" didn't have any prerequisites regarding intelligence or the number of times it could be used, and Yun Yici could simply slap it on anyone she didn't like, that person would immediately become a public enemy of the cultivation world, hunted down by the entire world wherever they went.

Consider the recent example of the "return of all evil to the source."

If Yun Yici's idea is followed, and she can summon whichever spirit sword she wants without any restrictions on whether it has an owner or not, then she will be almost invincible against sword cultivators. She can directly turn the other party's sword against them and kill them.

This behavior will inevitably disrupt the balance of nature.

Heaven blesses all things, not just one person to play with.

Whether Yun Yici chooses to follow the will of Heaven or defy it on her path of cultivation, she must first maintain reverence for this world.

I understood the system's meaning and interpretation, and my resentment towards being scammed a few times before lessened considerably.

The system added, "The host's luck value is constantly rising, which also affects the lottery. In short, the higher the luck value, the more favored you are by the Heavenly Dao."

Yun Yici said, "So that's how it is."

She wanted to try out the effect of this Jenga game.

The one-time-per-day restriction on Jenga is likely intended to prevent it from disrupting normal market order.

However, it's not a big problem. Once a day is enough for her, whether she uses it herself or earns some spirit stones.

Yun Yici couldn't sit still any longer, so she went straight to the first floor to check out of the store, and then went to the largest herb shop in the market to select herbs.

The first time, she didn't dare to choose anything too high-quality or too expensive. Based on the basic knowledge that Elder Danxiu had taught her in the study hall, she chose two of the most common Grade One Crimson Sun Grasses.

Each tree cost ten spirit stones, and Yun Yici paid a total of twenty spirit stones.

Before leaving, she casually asked about the price of a second-grade Crimson Sun Grass, which cost fifty spirit stones.

Even if we calculate based on the purchase price of forty spirit stones for the Crimson Sun Grass, she can make a net profit of twenty spirit stones by reselling it.

And don't forget, this is just the lowest-grade, most common spiritual herb!

Yun Yici walked out of the Spirit Medicine Hall, thought for a moment, and then went to the Spirit Weapon Workshop to have a soft couch made that was easy to fold up.

This way, she can sleep anywhere she wants.

Having done all that, Yun Yici had completed her tasks and then returned to her sect.

After returning to her residence, she took out the two Crimson Sun Grasses she had bought and asked the system, "Can I just stack them together?"

The system asked, "Confirm the synthesis of Grade 2 Crimson Sun Grass?"

"confirm."

As soon as Yun Yici finished speaking, the two Grade One Crimson Sun Grasses in his hand melted into the faint light and turned into a Grade Two Crimson Sun Grass.

Judging from the patterns on its leaves, the upgrade was successful.

This scene astonished Huai Chuan. The sword spirit of Huai Chuan floated out from the sword and asked incredulously, "How... how did you do that?"

"Even if the wood spirit root can stimulate the growth of spirit herbs, it cannot improve the grade of the harvested spirit herbs."

This ability is simply too heaven-defying. Just imagine a high-grade rare spiritual herb. The difference between the eighth and ninth grades may seem to be only one word, but in reality, they are worlds apart.

Nine-grade spiritual herbs are almost impossible to cultivate artificially; they all grow in the most treacherous geographical environments, with accompanying beasts eyeing them covetously.

To obtain it, one must first eliminate the companion beast, then fight one's way through a group of high-level cultivators, and guard against others killing and robbing the treasure. This whole process is almost a guaranteed death sentence.

Yun Yici's ability allows him to acquire eighth-grade spiritual herbs and then synthesize them into ninth-grade spiritual herbs.

Yun Yici was trying to figure out how to explain this to Huaichuan.

The system said, "The quality of the items that can be copied in this Jenga game is linked to your cultivation level and will also consume spiritual power. I will remind you if you cannot synthesize them."

"You can now synthesize this Crimson Sun Grass into a Grade 4 one."

Yun Yici had gotten used to the fact that the system's rewards were sometimes a bit of a rip-off.

By comparison, this Jenga game is already quite good.

Yun Yici didn't intend to hide it from Huaichuan, but she didn't know how to bring up the matter of the system.

Fortunately, Huai Chuan kindly let the matter drop.

In Huai Chuan's view, it had been with Yun Yici for less than a month, and this innate ability was equivalent to a cultivator's trump card, so it was naturally inconvenient to reveal the origin of this ability.

However, Yun Yici has already shown himself in front of it, which means he is not on guard against it, and that is enough. The rest can be dealt with slowly.

Seeing that Huai Chuan was no longer asking questions, Yun Yici put away the synthesized Crimson Sun Grass, planning to find a good alchemy disciple in the afternoon to ask him to refine a batch of pills.

The system asked, puzzled, "Aren't we going to sell them after we've synthesized them?"

Yun Yici said, "We should at least test the medicine's effects. What if there's a problem with its efficacy? We can't just sell it and cheat people."

Just as the two finished speaking, there was a knock on the door from outside the courtyard.

Yun Yici thought to herself that Wen Fuyue was with the Buddhist monk and probably wouldn't come looking for her, and she didn't know who it was.

Despite her thoughts, she got up, pushed open the door, and went out. She opened the courtyard gate and saw Ning Tinglan standing outside.

"Senior Brother Ning, is there something you need?"

Ning Tinglan said, "Master has brought the Buddhist disciple to meet the sect leader. It seems that the Buddhist disciple and his party will be staying at our Wangchen Peak. They are currently in the main hall. Master asked me to call you over to pay your respects to the Buddhist disciple."

He happened to run into Wen Fuyue and her group, and was initially surprised that Mu Yunjian had come back with him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Fuyue asked him to call Yun Yici, and then asked Mu Yunjian to call Rong Xuan, saying that the Buddha was temporarily staying at their Wangchen Peak, and asked them to go to the main hall to meet the Buddha.

As for the group of Buddhist disciples, it seems that because the Sword Trial Tournament was approaching and the return journey was inconvenient, they simply waited until the Sword Trial Tournament and set off with the disciples of their Nanhua Sect.

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Yun Yici had nothing else to do at the moment, so upon hearing this, she immediately closed the door and headed towards the main hall of Wangchen Peak with Ning Tinglan.

The main halls of other peaks are always busy, where the peak masters usually summon their elders to handle various matters.

Their main hall on Wangchen Peak is always empty.

According to Yun Yici's observation, Wen Fuyue usually gets up early to practice swordsmanship, and then, if she wants to find him, she usually goes to his residence or the highest pavilion on the mountaintop.

She once heard Ning Tinglan mention that the original Wen Fuyue was a free spirit.

Before taking on any apprentices, Wen Fuyue had friends all over the world and often went out to visit them, rarely staying at home.

The first three disciples were all brought back from outside by him, only Yun Yici was a proper disciple taken in by the sect.

However, now that she has many disciples, Wen Fuyue doesn't go out much anymore.

Despite having the fewest people in the mortal world, Wen Fuyue actually has the most disciples among the nine peak masters.

Other peak masters number at most two or three; there's no way around it, they're usually too busy with other matters and can't manage too many disciples.

Another reason is, as Shen Huaichuan worried, that accepting a disciple with evil intentions would unjustly bring him karmic consequences.

This time, the Buddhist disciple chose to reside at Wangchen Peak, probably out of respect for Wen Fuyue.

After all, the abbot of Chanyin Temple, who is also the teacher of the Buddhist disciple, is a good friend of Wen Fuyue.

Given the frequency with which Wen Fuyue traveled outside over the past ten years, it's fair to say that he watched the Buddha grow up.

As Yun Yici pondered, they arrived at the main hall of Wangchen Peak.

Unlike usual, two pale-faced monks in robes, holding staffs, stood guard outside the hall, one on the left and one on the right.

They had removed the veils they wore in the market, so their two bald heads were quite conspicuous in the sunlight.

Ning Tinglan stepped forward and bowed first, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, masters. This is my junior sister, Yun Yici, who has come to pay her respects to the Buddha."

Yun Yici followed suit and bowed, saying, "Greetings, masters."

One of the monks, a handsome man with an imposing presence, stepped forward and said, "We are guests, so please follow the host's lead. You two young friends are free to do as you please."

"Your two senior brothers have already gone in."

Upon hearing this, Ning Tinglan and Yun Yici stopped being polite and quickly entered the hall.

Inside the hall, Wen Fuyue and a young monk sat at the head of the table, while Mu Yunjian and Rong Xuan sat below Wen Fuyue according to their order of disciples.

When Wen Fuyue saw Ning Tinglan and Yun Yici enter, she beckoned them over and then smiled at Xuanzhu, saying, "This is my third disciple, Ning Tinglan, and my youngest disciple, Yun Yici."

Xuanzhu looked in the direction he was told and saw a man and a woman coming against the light.

Both were dressed in white and carried swords. The man was proud and unyielding, keeping people at arm's length. His otherworldly appearance was aloof and handsome, and his temperament was as cold as frost and snow that could not be melted.

Xuanzhu nodded inwardly. This young man named Ning Tinglan might be able to inherit Senior Wen's Dao.

He looked again at the beautiful woman with a graceful and elegant demeanor; her beauty was as radiant as the moon, and her eyes shone like stars.

Xuan Zhu found it difficult to describe the woman before him. She was beautiful, but what attracted him even more was her inexhaustible vitality.

Like a pure white bud about to bloom under the moon, it makes one eagerly anticipate its full bloom.

Yun Yici was also reading Xuanzhu's book. The book described Xuanzhu as the abbot of Chanyin Temple two hundred years later, a man of great wisdom, compassion, and compassion who helped people in need.

Because the book describes Xuanzhu as an enlightened monk at that time, she naturally imagined him as a kind and benevolent old monk.

The young Buddhist cultivator in front of him was completely different. He was exceptionally handsome, with skin whiter than snow, smooth and radiant. His eyes and brows were gentle and refined, and perhaps it was the monk's robe that added to his noble and ascetic air.

Yun Yici looked at him and for some reason thought of the phrase "My heart is like the moon reflected in crystal".

However, now is not the time for idle thoughts.

Yun Yici and Ning Tinglan stepped forward in unison and bowed to Xuanzhu, saying, "Greetings, Your Excellency, the Buddha."

Xuanzhu said, "There's no need to be so polite. Senior Wen and my master are good friends, so I am your peer. Just call me Xuanzhu."

The five little ones have now gotten to know each other.

Wen Fuyue added, "This time, the abbot of Chanyin Temple, Master Liaoqing, came with Xuanzhu. There's no need to worry about the Buddha-Demon Tower."

"The three of you will all be attending classes at the academy. Xuan'er, you can accompany Xuanzhu on a trip for a few days."

Rong Xuan never went to the academy, so she didn't refuse.

He understood Wen Fuyue's meaning: the Chanyin Temple had sent its abbot and a Buddhist disciple because of the Buddha-Demon Tower incident.

The abbot is the person who is in charge of dealing with the Buddha-Demon Pagoda incident with the Nanhua Sect, while the Buddhist disciple is sent over because of his high status to express their respect and apology.

With Wen Fuyue accompanying them, she is still an elder, creating a barrier. It would be better to have the younger generation accompany them, making it easier for them to get along.

Before Rong Xuan could agree, Xuan Zhu said, "It wouldn't be good to delay Fellow Daoist Rong from accompanying me on my sightseeing trip. Since the Nanhua Sect has an academy, if you don't mind having one more person, I'll go to the academy with everyone."

Wen Fuyue was stunned, seemingly not expecting Xuanzhu to say such a thing.

He laughed and said, "You've really grown up."

The last time he visited Chanyin Temple, Xuanzhu was still a cute, fair-skinned little novice monk by the abbot's side.

When he met Xuanzhu, the young monk Xuanzhu was only about as tall as his thigh, and he was being punished for not completing his studies. He was lying under the Bodhi tree, crying uncontrollably without any regard for his image.

Wen Fuyue took pity on Xuanzhu because he was cute and looked younger than Rong Xuan, so she "stole" him out of the temple.

The two of them sneaked out to the market outside the temple and ate all the snacks that children love from one end of the street to the other.

Wen Fuyue waited until Xuanzhu was so full that he fell asleep before sending him back.

When they returned, Chanyin Temple was in complete chaos, and Wen Fuyue then realized that she had unintentionally "stole" a Buddhist disciple.

Although Xuanzhu was young, he was born with an immaculate Buddhist heart and formed a karmic connection with Buddhism at an early age. Therefore, he was chosen by the abbot to be taken in and carefully raised by him from a young age.

Unfortunately...

Since that day of eating, drinking and having fun, young Xuanzhu could not bear the austerity of the Buddhist order and began to pester him every day to return to secular life and learn swordsmanship together.

For this reason, the abbot of Chanyin Temple, who was very protective of his disciple, directly sent him away.

For the next ten years or so, he was not allowed to visit anymore, for fear that Xuanzhu, whose mind was not yet settled, would run away with him.

There's no way around it; after all, sword cultivators are too handsome, and they even have hair, plus they can find a Daoist partner.

After five or six years of careful upbringing, Wen Fuyue successfully snatched the prize in one day, instantly igniting the sense of crisis within the abbot of Chanyin Temple.

Wen Fuyue and Xuanzhu chatted happily, occasionally mentioning their disciples. By the time Xuanzhu got up to leave, everyone was already quite familiar with each other.

After Xuanzhu left, Wen Fuyue specifically instructed Yun Yici and the others: "Xuanzhu will go to the academy tomorrow. The three of you should get along well with Xuanzhu. If anything happens, come back and tell me. Don't quarrel outside."