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Chapter 1800: I like the number six

Young Master Phoenix Slayer added, “Any practitioner who enters the Throne of Wealth Distribution right now and understands its rules would see little friend Shuhang on the ninth floor as soon as they look up. And from that, they would immediately infer that he’s at least a Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender.”

Song Shuhang retorted, “However, I showed my divinity not too long ago. Under normal circumstances, no one should believe the rumor that I’ve already ascended to the Ninth Stage.”

Soft Feather said, “Hahaha, I think that due to Senior Song having held a Divinity Show again and again, many of the practitioners in the universe no longer believe that you’re just an Eighth Stage Profound Sage.”

In the conversations between the practitioners, there were already many who suspected that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song wasn’t the first Sage in a thousand years, but rather an old Tribulation Transcender who, through some means, was once again showing his divinity. Otherwise, which ordinary Profound Sage would be able to show their divinity so often?

Immortal Master Copper Trigram added, “Especially with what happened earlier, when little friend Shuhang snatched back the Big Dipper from the Celestial who was at least of the Ninth Stage. With all this, the practitioners in the universe have become increasingly suspicious of your true strength.”

Currently, all the practitioners were constantly speculating and brainstorming, trying to explain the fact that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was actually a Tribulation Transcender.

Unconstrained imagination and unbridled thinking were very powerful things. As long as one’s imagination was powerful enough, there was nothing in the universe that could not be explained through it.

Song Shuhang: “…”

He began to ponder. When he truly ascended to the Eighth Stage and held a Divinity Show, should he change his name?

At this time, Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue clapped his hands lightly, and then transmitted his voice to the fellow daoists in the group, “Alright, have all of you already chosen something you like? If you have, we should start leaving the Throne of Wealth Distribution.”

As everyone had only one chance to pick a treasure, there was no point in staying in the Throne of Wealth Distribution any longer.

Song Shuhang said, “By the way, as Senior Scholar Handsomest should have reminded you already, after we go out, we can capture a batch of living Celestials. Then, I can control them to pick treasures for us. I tested it out just now. As long as my invisible saber insect stabs them in their waist, I can use psychic energy to control them to take a treasure.”

Young Master Phoenix Slayer blurted out, “Eh? Did the scholar say that?”

“Yes, Fellow Daoist Phoenix Slayer wasn’t paying attention,” said Northern River’s Loose Cultivator. In fact, he only vaguely remembered a gentle and familiar voice in his ear. But when he turned his head, he’d already forgotten the content of the reminder. It seemed that Scholar Handsomest had made a lot of progress in his cultivation technique. Recently, all of the members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group had been practicing very hard.

To be honest, ever since Northern River’s Loose Cultivator and the other fellow daoists got to know each other, this was the year when everyone practiced the most diligently. Every one of them had been continuously breaking through, and the fellow daoists had been transcending one tribulation after the other.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber laughed and said, “Then let’s go out and look for some Celestials.”

At this time, Venerable Yellow Mountain raised an eyebrow. “It’s too late.”

At the entrance of the Throne of Wealth Distribution, a large number of Celestials poured in.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber asked curiously, “Sage Monarch Enchanting Dream and the practitioners of the White Wall Three Lives Saber lost the battle?”

Logically speaking, that shouldn’t be the case. With the strength of Sage Monarch Enchanting Dream and the White Wall Three Lives Saber Clan, they would not have lost so quickly.

“Perhaps that Celestial who was at least at the Ninth Stage made their move again,” Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue said. “Everyone, gather up. Come to the sixth floor.”

Before Song Shuhang left the ninth floor, he summoned the virtuous lamia and asked her to try taking a treasure from the ninth floor.

But unfortunately, the virtuous lamia had already integrated with Song Shuhang, and she could no longer take any treasures from the ninth floor.

Song Shuhang said, “What a pity.”

He turned and jumped off the ninth floor, entering the eighth floor.

A mountain of treasures was right before him, yet he could not take any. Although it was very unfortunate, one should stay in control and not let greed get the better of them. As a cultivator, one should have a firm will.

Song Shuhang said, “Little Yinzhu should be able to take a treasure from the eighth floor. She has a Sage Seal and Sage Name.”

“There is about double the number of items on the eighth floor compared to the ninth floor, but the most useful items have already been picked out. Your senior fellow daoists have very good eyes,” Senior Turtle praised.

Regarding those who entered the eighth floor, besides Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue and Spirit Butterfly, the others were all fake Ancient Sages of the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Soft Feather giggled and said, “That should be because my dad, Senior Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, and I were here helping everybody pick out the top-quality treasures.”

“If that’s the case, then let fate decide!” Song Shuhang brought Little Yinzhu out of the Inner World and said, “Creation…”

“What is it?” Dharma King Creation suddenly responded.

Song Shuhang added, “Fairy.”

“Chirp, chirp~ Idiot~” Fairy Creation exited Little Yinzhu’s body.

Dharma King Creation: “…”

“Yalaso~ Stupid~” Fairy Creation waved at Dharma King Creation, and then raised two fingers—was she hinting that she would play for two more days before returning?

Song Shuhang said, “Fairy, please guard Little Yinzhu.”

Fairy Creation stretched out her hands and hugged Li Yinzhu.

Song Shuhang stepped forward and picked Little Yinzhu and Fairy Creation up. Afterward, he spun around and threw them away.

Fairy Creation exclaimed, “Ahhh, idiot~ Idiot~ Id~ Iot~”

Senior Turtle: “…”

Was this what you meant by leaving it up to fate?!

Fairy Creation and Little Yinzhu ended up landing right beside a lute-shaped instrument.

Little Yinzhu’s hand fell on the lute.

Fairy Creation reached out to catch Yinzhu and the lute.

She subconsciously stretched out her hands towards the lute, and a melodious sound came from it.

Song Shuhang said solemnly, “See, fate.”

Senior Turtle’s eyelids twitched. “Your fate is this strong?”

Song Shuhang said self-mockingly, “Hahaha, after all, I’m Song ‘Freeload Everything’ Shuhang.”

No matter if it was something as small as a rental bookstore or as big as a heavenly tribulation, fortuitous encounter, death, laws, or even the Heavenly Punishment, he could freeload it easily. So who was to say that he couldn’t freeload off of something like fate?

Meanwhile, Fairy Creation tilted her head and reached out to grab a pen-like magical treasure at the side. But like the virtuous lamia, she couldn’t take the treasure.

The form in which they existed could not be regarded as a separate ‘individual’.

Song Shuhang moved Little Yinzhu and the lute back into the Inner World.

Li Yinzhu’s body was transferred to the Virtuous Palace to recuperate.

Fairy Creation held the lute in a daze—this was because she felt that she might be able to play this instrument very well.

As such, she stretched out her hand and gently plucked, playing it instinctively.

The sound of music spread with the Virtuous Palace as the center, spreading around the entire Inner World.

The magical beasts that had been transferred into the Inner World heard this music and felt appeased. They settled down quietly in the area designated for them by the Inner World Assistant.

Fairy Creation sang with satisfaction, “I’m~ the best~”

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The members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group gathered on the sixth floor.

The entrance to the Throne of Wealth Distribution had become crowded with Celestials.

If they wanted to leave, they would have to kill their way out through the enemies.

Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue said, “We’ll leave after the Celestials have come in.”

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber squeezed his chin. “By the way, is fighting allowed in the Throne of Wealth Distribution?”

“It should be allowed. I used the invisible saber insect to stab the waist of a Sixth Stage Celestial not too long ago,” said Song Shuhang. He pinched his chin and looked at the influx of Celestials, an idea popping up in his mind.

The entrance to the Throne of Wealth Distribution was only so big.

If he were to use a ‘Group Impregnating Gaze’ on the entrance at this time, the Celestials would definitely fall in batches. Afterward, he could open the Inner World and transfer them into the Palace of Winter and imprison them.

It would become no different from a game where you camp in an advantageous spot.

Venerable Yellow Mountain said, “This Throne of Wealth Distribution has a lot of hidden rules. Large-scale battles might arouse the wrath of Loose Immortal Xiaoyao, the owner of the throne. This is his territory, so we should avoid acting rashly.”

While everyone was talking, suddenly, the entrance of the Throne of Wealth Distribution slowly closed.

The people outside could no longer come in.

However, those inside the throne could still go out.

At this time, a man’s voice sounded from the throne, [Welcome to my Throne of Wealth Distribution~ After nearly 5000 years, I’m finally holding another Wealth Distribution. It has been quite a long time since the previous Wealth Distribution, and I’m afraid the outside world may have forgotten the rules of the Wealth Distribution.]

This voice was speaking in the language of the ancient era, but after his voice diffused in the Throne of Wealth Distribution, it was automatically translated into nearly a thousand different languages by the power of the throne.

The practitioners in the throne were nearly all able to receive a translation they could understand, with there only being an exception for a few particularly unfortunate practitioners, who couldn’t find any language they could understand in the nearly thousand languages that the message had been translated to and could only remain confused.

[When you come, you are a guest, no matter what your status is. Whether you’re a fellow daoist of the main world or the Netherworld, as long as you enter the throne, you may take a single treasure with you. During the Wealth Distribution, the most important thing is that everyone leaves happy.]

[As I’ve held my last bet with Beep Beep~, this will be my final Wealth Distribution. Therefore, I want to do something new. I will select a group of people among you and divide the prizes into different grades—first, second, third, and fourth grade respectively. I will then send different gifts to the various lucky winners.]

[I will now begin selecting the fourth-grade prizes… There will be a total of six spots, as I like the number six. These six lucky winners will evenly receive all the treasures from the first to the third floor of the Throne of Wealth Distribution!]

After Loose Immortal Xiaoyao’s speech ended, six pillars of light emerged from the throne. The six beams of light continued to move randomly throughout the throne to pick the lucky winners.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber said, “Is this when we should be shouting ‘six six six’?”

“666,[1] thank you boss!” shouted Immortal Master Copper Trigram.

Anyway, his appearance was not real, so he was not afraid of losing face.

As soon as Copper Trigram finished shouting, one of the pillars of light swiftly changed its trajectory and landed on him.

Song Shuhang: “…”

[1] The meaning is similar to that of the ‘PogChamp’ emote on Twitch.

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