My disciples are all villains.

Hua Yuexing turned away. She looked at the ground and said, "Why should I be afraid? I'll be joining them soon anyway."

Upon hearing this, the old beggar seemed to sober up slightly. He smiled and said, "The people under the heavens are usually afraid of the Evil Sky Pavilion. They'd do everything in their power to..." He burped before he continued, "... stay away… You're a funny one to want to join them."

"There's no other place for me in Great Yan." Hua Yuexing was about to continue when she suddenly shook her head. "Why am I telling all this to a beggar? You should be on your way. When the people from the mountain come and kill you, I don't want to be blamed."

The old beggar's expression remained indifferent. He walked to Hua Yuexing and sat next to her. He lifted his wine gourd to have a drink but discovered it was empty. He shook it strongly to eke out the few remaining drops. He smacked his lips before he turned to look at Hua Yuexing again and said, "Young lady, you look like a kind soul to me. Heed my advice, you're not suited for the Evil Sky Pavilion." As soon as he finished speaking, he burped again.

The scent of alcohol wafted in the air.

Hua Yuexing covered her nose and shuffled to the side. She thought to herself, 'What does it have to do with you if I join the Evil Sky Pavilion? What a busybody!'

The old beggar smiled and said, "Young lady, talk to me…"

"About what?"

"Why do you want to join the Evil Sky Pavilion?"

Hua Yuexing glanced at the old beggar. She remembered the things that happened in the Luo Sect, and she shook her head. "I have nowhere else to go."

There was a hint of helplessness in her words that reminded the old beggar of himself. Did he have a place to go? No. The four corners of the world were his home. The sky was his blanket, and the earth was his bed. He made a living by begging. However, she was a young lady… It would not do for her to live like him. He looked at the Evil Sky Pavilion again, looking sober at this moment.

After a while, the old beggar coughed and asked in a seemingly dazed state, "Young lady, is this Golden Court Mountain?"

Hua Yuexing felt slightly speechless. She said, "Old man, I'm begging you, can you not disturb me? Please go somewhere else!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He instinctively raised his wine gourd before he remembered it was empty. "Life is colorless without booze. It's a bore."

Hua Yuexing rolled her eyes. 'Not only is he a beggar, but he's a hopeless alcoholic!'

The old beggar looked at the Evil Sky Pavilion and said, "I wonder if there's any good wine on Golden Court Mountain."

"…"

"I'll go and check. Perhaps, they might find it in their kind hearts to let me have a sip." The old beggar rose to his feet clumsily and patted the dust off himself.

This was an awkward scene.

A beggar was a beggar. He was filthy and unwashed, and yet, he was patting dust off himself.

The old beggar walked toward Golden Court Mountain's barrier. He thought that he could pass through and ended up slamming his face against the barrier. He staggered back from the impact and fell.

Hua Yuexing covered her eyes. She felt the pain just from looking at him.

The old beggar cried out, covering his nose as he rolled on the ground.

Hua Yuexing shook her head and said, "Why must you do this to yourself?"

At this moment, a female cultivator appeared on Golden Court Mountain's steps. She hurried down the mountain toward the entrance and said, "Mister Third has said that the old senior is cultivating in seclusion. He won't see you. You should leave."

The female cultivator's attitude was not bad. It made Han Yuexing feel more at ease. She bowed at the female cultivator. "Sister, please convey my message to them. Tell them that Hua Yuexing won't leave until she's accepted into the Evil Sky Pavilion."

"Why do you have to do this…"

"Please, sister."

The female cultivator sighed and shook her head.

"Wait up." The old beggar rose to his feet, his hand still covering his nose. He walked over slowly and lifted his wine gourd. "I want to have a drink…"

The female cultivator frowned…

At this moment, the red Nirvana Sash sailed across the skies and exited the barrier.

The old beggar was flustered and fell on his butt.

Little Yuan'er appeared in the air. She pointed at the old beggar and said, "We have no wine here, get lost!"

"What a fierce little girl!" The old beggar exclaimed, seemingly frightened.

Little Yuan'er retracted her Nirvana Sash and looped it around herself. It seemed like she was showing off. "And you… quit staying here! If master says he won't accept you, he won't accept you!"

"I'm willing to wait." Metal and stone would yield to sincerity.

"You can wait all you want then." Little Yuan'er returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion with the female cultivator.

The old beggar shook his head. He touched his swollen nose tentatively and decided to lie on the ground. He yawned and said, "I'm tired… I'll take a nap before I leave." Shortly after he lay down, he began snoring.

...

Three days later.

Inside the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Lu Zhou opened his eyes slowly. He could clearly feel the Heavenly Writing's extraordinary power returning to him.

He did not leave Anyang empty-handed. At the very least, he had a basic understanding of the Heavenly Writing.

The Three Scrolls of Heavenly Writing stated from the beginning that it was a different kind of cultivation.

After countless rounds of comprehension, Lu Zhou finally got a grasp on the cultivation method…

Comprehension was akin to sensing Primal Qi. Obtaining the extraordinary power was akin to absorbing Primal Qi and condensing it into energy. However, the extraordinary power was clearly more powerful than energy. He remembered the power of speech he unleashed in Anyang City and nodded with a pleased expression on his face. The only downfall was that he could only unleash it once after comprehending the Heavenly Writing for such a long time. It was a shame.

Lu Zhou shook the thoughts out of his mind. It was meaningless to think about these matters right now. He could only deal with the Heavenly Writing as he went. There were no past experiences he could draw insights from.

He glanced at the system dashboard out of habit. 6,970 merit points.

His current luck points were at 89.

That was enough.

'The first time was 33 points and the second time was at 66 points. If this pattern holds true, could the third time be 99 points?'

"Lucky draw."

"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Thank you for participating. Luck +1."

He did nine more draws and bumped his luck points up to 99.

Lu Zhou stopped. To be honest, he felt nervous. Although he was now Ji Tiandao, and his frame of mind was largely different from his past life, he could not help but feel as if he was a young man again when faced with the lucky draws.

Lu Zhou took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Lucky draw."

"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Thank you for participating. Luck +1."

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. He was relatively calm. Fortunately, he had prepared himself for this…

It seemed like arithmetical patterns could not be applied here.

"Lucky draw."

"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Luck points reached 100. Obtained Improved Binding Cage Card x5, Improved Critical Heal Card x3, Reversal Card x5."

"Improved Binding Cage Card. Hit rate: 100%. Not sold."

"Improved Critical Heal Card. Heal rate: 100%. Not sold."

Lu Zhou did some calculations in his heart. 100 luck points were equivalent to 5,000 merit points. If he did the math, it did not seem like he had struck a big jackpot. Well, at least he did not incur a loss. He was satisfied with the improved item cards. After all, they could not be bought. The only regret he had was not getting anything special from this round of lucky draws. 'Let's leave it for another time.'

At this moment, Zhao Yue's voice rang from outside the chamber. "Master, Yunsan is here."

"What's the situation?" Lu Zhou asked. If Yunsan had failed his mission, there was no need for him to meet Yunsan.