【Received 20,000 Villain Points from Bloodpill Ancestor.】
Bloodpill Ancestor? Who?
Although Jiang Ke’er had no idea who this so-called Bloodpill Ancestor was, in the blink of an eye, he had already handed over several rounds of Villain Points.
The depth of his resentment was something Jiang Ke’er had never seen before!
Probably just some unlucky guy obsessed with lottery draws but never winning, forced to watch others flaunt their rewards.
Thinking this, Jiang Ke’er looked up, gazing at the towering sect gate before her.
Four large characters were inscribed on the door:
【Stop-Bleeding Sect】
Beneath the gate, two fierce-looking gatekeeper disciples stood facing them, glaring viciously at Jiang Ke’er and her group.
Xuanyang’s heart tightened, his fists already clenched. Sensing trouble, he was about to strike.
Has the little junior sister gone mad? Bringing a bunch of Taiming Sect elite disciples to swagger around the Stop-Bleeding Sect’s ancestral grounds!
He even began to suspect Jiang Ke’er was a spy from the Stop-Bleeding Sect—then her behavior would make perfect sense!
Jiang Ke’er stepped forward, lowering her posture, speaking softly, “This is a membership gift specially prepared by my shop to reward our valued clients. Please help deliver it to your sect leader.”
The two gatekeepers took the envelope. Their expressions immediately softened.
Because Bloodpill Ancestor was generous, it was common for shop owners to personally deliver membership cards and gifts in hopes the Ancestor would continue patronizing them.
Clearly, Jiang Ke’er was just an ordinary shop clerk or small shop owner.
They encountered dozens of such hopeful small fry every day, so they barely cared.
After sizing up Jiang Ke’er and the others and seeing all unfamiliar faces, they figured these were not the Ancestor’s acquaintances and grew arrogant.
“The Ancestor is busy and has no time for trash like what you brought,” one sneered.
Jiang Ke’er then took out two bags of Magic Crystals, each containing ten pieces, handing them over with a knowing smile.
The gatekeepers skillfully pocketed the crystals without a word, waving them off, “You may leave. The Ancestor will see it.”
Jiang Ke’er smiled in return and turned to leave.
Elsewhere, Bloodpill Ancestor flew at record speed, leading as many Stop-Bleeding Sect disciples as possible directly to the Jing City Consignment Area.
The place was packed with people, giving him a headache.
These lowly scattered cultivators! They constantly rack their brains trying to fleece my wool!
Flying overhead, he quickly spotted the source of this disaster—a small stall piled high with bags, guarded by several powerful Nine Palaces Chamber of Commerce disciples maintaining order, making anyone think twice before acting.
Trouble.
With Nine Palaces Chamber of Commerce guards present, there was no chance for brute force. That would be tantamount to declaring war on them.
Even though the Stop-Bleeding Sect was large, provoking the Chamber would mean instant annihilation.
But Bloodpill Ancestor noticed two piles of Lucky Bags displayed at the stall.
One was swarmed with people forming a line that nearly stretched outside Jing City, while the other had only a few waiting.
He glanced at the product descriptions beside the two piles.
The crowded one was labeled: Fourth Series Super Value Spirit Pill Lucky Bag. Price: 100 Magic Crystals each. Grand Prize: 100 Grade A Hemostatic Pills…
Seeing the grand prize name caused a pang of pain to the Bloodpill Ancestor’s heart, flooding him with negative emotions.
Our sect’s treasured heirloom! Just thrown out in bulk like that?
But moments later, he realized his pain was premature.
Because the less crowded pile was marked: Third Series Super Value Pill Formula Lucky Bag. Grand Prize: Top Grade Hemostatic Pill Formula. Note: No other prizes. Price: 1,000 Magic Crystals per bag.
Bloodpill Ancestor’s mood plummeted.
What to do? What to do?
Don’t panic. The opposing side might not actually have the Hemostatic Pill Formula. This lottery could be a sham, a gimmick to trick people into spending money!
But I can’t gamble! I don’t have that luxury!
“Whatever happens, tell the disciples to get in line!” Bloodpill Ancestor growled fiercely.
He already saw many rival sects lining up, dropping heavy money to try their luck, desperate to snatch the Hemostatic Pill Formula, a super treasure that could change the entire Great Sima Nation’s balance!
No matter what, they cannot obtain it!
Luckily, he arrived just in time. The sky-high price deterred most passerby cultivators; only the major sects had the desire to purchase.
And those major sects were far from Jing City, so he arrived faster.
So far, the formula hadn’t fallen into others’ hands yet. He still had a chance to prevent the loss.
“Ancestor, what should we do?” The Jing City branch manager pleaded, voice trembling.
“What else?” Bloodpill Ancestor slapped the branch manager across the face.
“Buy! Or do you want to let others buy it first?”
The Stop-Bleeding Sect was already trapped.
Although they knew buying the formula wouldn’t solve the root problem—if the other side truly had a Top Grade Hemostatic Pill Formula, they must have copies to sell in future rounds.
But if they didn’t buy, and a rival sect obtained it, the Stop-Bleeding Sect would face total annihilation instantly!
Even if just to buy time and seek a solution, Bloodpill Ancestor had to grit his teeth and buy these Lucky Bags to get the formula!
But…
Bloodpill Ancestor looked at the thousands of Lucky Bags piled up at the stall, feeling like crying.
Each bag cost 1,000 Magic Crystals—one thousand!
Unlike the other stall where buying was always profitable, among these thousands of Lucky Bags, only one contained the formula; the rest were empty!
Every time you didn’t win the formula, your money was wasted.
If luck was bad, who knew how long it would take to finally get the formula?
Even if he had plenty of money, it wasn’t meant to be burned like this!
Reluctantly, Bloodpill Ancestor tried to sharpen his senses to detect something from the Lucky Bags—but at this moment, he finally understood why the other party used Qiankun Bags for the Lucky Bags.
Because Qiankun Bags could completely block other cultivators’ senses!
Cheating? Impossible!
Sigh, no use complaining. Let’s start drawing.
There’s no choice anyway, and time was tight. He had to do his best.
Still limited to ten per person, he bought ten first.
First one—empty.
Second…tenth—all empty.
Nothing but empties.
Bloodpill Ancestor glanced bitterly at the neighboring stall.
Unlike the bustling, always profitable stall next door, his side was a total loss…zero experience!
His heart bled, but he had to grit his teeth and say, “Keep going. Next batch.”
What else could he do? The only way was to fight back! Fight until the end of days!