Chapter 308: Jiang Li’s Luck
Jiang Li carefully examined the black box. There was a thin slit at the top, and if you slapped the sides, it would spit out a card.
Some Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators tried using divine sense to peer inside, hoping to find a trick.
But the black boxes provided by Daoist Dongxu were specially crafted—divine sense couldn’t penetrate them.
An impatient cultivator smacked the box ten times in a row.
Amid the white light, one streak of purple shone bright.
Nine white, one purple.
“Not bad, huh?” That cultivator held up a purple Tribulation Stage card, thinking it was a pretty big deal.
He looked around. Nine white, one purple. Nine white, one purple. Nine white, one purple…
Clearly, drawing a purple Tribulation Stage card wasn’t rare at all.
Multiple streaks of purple light flashed—among the repeated nine-white-one-purple patterns, they stood out.
“Who pulled multiple purple cards?”
“Wait, isn’t everyone just getting nine white, one purple?”
People turned their eyes toward those with the more numerous purple lights.
“I remember that guy’s name—Yuan Wuxing. He drew four purple cards?”
More purple light flashed.
The Little White Fox squealed proudly, showing off her three purple cards.
“Even a fox beast has better luck than me?”
After Yuan Wuxing and the Little White Fox, others followed—Song Ying and Aguna each got three purple cards.
Daoist Dongxu nodded to himself. As expected, he hadn’t misjudged. These individuals clearly had above-average luck and promising futures. Reaching the Fusion Stage was basically guaranteed, and even becoming mighty Tribulation Stage cultivators was within reach.
Then—nine white and one gold.
At first, no one paid it much attention. What’s so special about nine white lights?
But soon, murmurs broke out. Purple and gold weren’t even close in rarity. The golden glow shone brilliantly within the secret realm.
“Someone drew a gold card?!”
People couldn’t believe their eyes. Could luck really differ so drastically from person to person?!
“That’s Jiang Renhuang’s card!” Everyone craned their necks, eager to get a glimpse of what the golden card looked like.
Even Qin Luan looked stunned—he hadn’t expected to draw a gold card.
Daoist Dongxu was more surprised than anyone. The odds of pulling a gold card were extremely low. There had been entire secret realm sessions with no gold card drawn.
A person of tremendous fortune! This one’s future achievements will be extraordinary.
While Daoist Dongxu marveled, Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu were analyzing the black box.
“Looks like spatial Dao—it’s like a storage ring,” they concluded.
Using their divine senses, they saw that the box’s interior was a vast space, a sea of countless cards.
Bai Hongtu slapped his box. The sea of cards surged, and a card at the crest was pushed through the top slit.
A streak of purple light flashed.
“Tribulation Stage.” Bai Hongtu pulled out a card with his own image.
“Interesting. It’s pure luck—no tricks at all.”
Bai Hongtu realized that unless outside force interfered, the cards drawn were completely random. Even if he struck the box with the same strength at the same spot, the flow of cards inside would be totally different.
Another purple streak.
“Tribulation Stage again, but this time it’s Sword Sovereign’s card.” Bai Hongtu was a little annoyed he hadn’t pulled himself again.
“Again.” Bai Hongtu was getting into it. He used up all remaining draws.
Seven purple, one gold.
Including his first two purples, that made it nine purple and one gold!
“Not bad. I got three of my own cards.” Bai Hongtu didn’t care about anything else—he just wanted more cards with himself on them.
Bai Hongtu didn’t think much of it, but the other cultivators were losing their minds.
They had thought Qin Luan’s nine white, one gold was already crazy rare. But now this?
Nine purple, one gold!
Did he trade in all his lifespan or something?!
Even Daoist Dongxu was shaken. This was the best luck he’d seen in all his years hosting card draws.
Thinking about it, Bai Hongtu was lucky—born into the Dao Sect, endless resources, earth spiritual root, unmatched talent. Even without effort, he’d safely reach the Fusion Stage.
But just a regular Fusion Stage—nothing remarkable.
Bai Hongtu believed that to reach the peak of Tribulation Stage and survive the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, you needed luck, effort, and intelligence—all three.
Jiang Li watched as most people finished drawing their cards, and even Bai Hongtu had drawn an absurd nine purple and one gold.
I’m already in the Grand Ascension Stage. Pulling one or two gold cards shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?
Jiang Li slapped the black box.
Ten streaks of white light.
In that instant, his face turned darker than the black box. “Wait… isn’t a purple card guaranteed in a ten-pull?”
Daoist Dongxu blinked. “Before today, that’s what I thought.”
When he designed the box, he set the odds of drawing a purple card at one in ten. And if the first nine draws were all white, the chance for a purple on the tenth would skyrocket—basically guaranteeing it.
This was the first time he’d seen someone fail to draw even one purple card in ten tries.
But Jiang Li wasn’t giving up. He wanted to pull his own card.
“How much for another ten draws?”
“Six hundred and forty-eight superior-grade spirit stones.”
Other cultivators who were thinking of drawing again immediately gave up when they heard the outrageous price.
Six hundred and forty-eight superior-grade spirit stones—that would break even a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator’s bank.
“Do it.” Jiang Li didn’t hesitate and pulled out the spirit stones.
“Place the stones on the box. It will absorb them automatically.”
Jiang Li followed the instructions and drew ten more times.
The box absorbed the stones, and the internal card sea surged.
Ten streaks of white light.
Hssss—
Even Daoist Dongxu, who had studied luck extensively, couldn’t make sense of Jiang Li’s fortune.
You could say his luck was bad—he hadn’t drawn a single purple card.
But to pull twenty straight white cards? That was unheard of and just as rare as a nine-purple-one-gold.
“Again!” Jiang Li didn’t even blink as he threw down more spirit stones.
Ten more white lights.
Originally, Daoist Dongxu judged luck by how many purple and gold cards one drew.
Now he was thinking about changing his standard.
Maybe… whoever didn’t draw purple or gold was the real outlier.
“Give me fifty pulls!” Jiang Li demanded.
“Uh, you can only do ten at a time,” Daoist Dongxu reminded him, feeling an odd sense of unease.
Nine white, one purple.
Finally, on that draw, Jiang Li got a purple card.
“Still no gold. Again.” Jiang Li wouldn’t stop until he pulled his own card.
He kept feeding spirit stones into the box. White and purple lights alternated.
Then something changed. After the same tedious cycle of recharging and drawing…
The black box exploded.