fifth form

Chapter 3296 Traces
No superpower has ever surrendered as readily as the Omega Alliance.

The key is that Grean is deeply loved by the people and possesses extremely strong fortune.

If it weren't for the lack of cultivation techniques, Grean's physical body would have been incredibly powerful once it took shape, likely not inferior to Luo Zhong's Black Dragon Body.

A monarch of a small country with few people who spends a lifetime cultivating himself cannot compare to a monarch of a large country who cultivates himself for three days.

For a technology, factors such as territory, population, and national identity are important components of its resources. As long as it possesses a large and stable territory, its technology will flourish.

A monarch's ability to govern a country has an impact on luck, but the Omega Alliance has expanded to the extreme of the continent, and the influence of some peripheral countries is becoming negligible. The impact of a monarch's wise governance and conquests is also becoming negligible. As long as the situation in the Omega Alliance can be stabilized, Grean will have the best luck conditions.

This even allowed the remnants of the sacrificed Garian to grow stronger.

How to control the up-and-down movement of the technique?

Grean's magical abilities are unique, and even Zhang Xuezhou cannot replicate them, but Zhang Xuezhou is more concerned about the fortune or misfortune guided by his magical abilities.

Every stroke of good luck is followed by a stroke of bad luck, and this backlash has caused Zhang Xuezhou immense suffering.

"Good fortune can avert disasters and never bring about turbulent ups and downs!"

Unlike Zhang Xuezhou's view, Xuanming never believed that fortune-telling was sometimes good and sometimes bad, but rather that it was more like a field of influence to resist disasters.

He even used an extremely certain tone to reinforce his judgment.

"If good fortune is followed by misfortune, then I will have no friends. Meng Zhang, don't you think that makes sense?"

Zhang Xuezhou was swift in his killings. The other seed he planted would require a war to destroy a country that would last for a hundred years. On his side, Zhang Xuezhou would hold sacrifices whenever he wanted, which even made Xuanming feel that it was too frequent.

Xuanming was especially pleased that Zhang Xuezhou did not ask for the Xuanqi Heavy Armor.

With such a helpful ally, how could Xuanming not be completely open and honest with him?

When Zhang Xuezhou inquired about this, he responded based on his own understanding, indicating that fortune-telling techniques could resolve calamities, and that no fortune-telling technique had ever brought about calamities.

"Then what's the deal with the good luck and bad luck I keep encountering?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

Is it possible that when you were having good luck, you exceeded your control, which led to a feeling of powerlessness later on, causing you to mistakenly believe it was bad luck?

An ugly head with a protruding nose and bulging eyes appeared, and Meng Zhang's figure emerged as evidence.

Seemingly extremely dissatisfied with the image he presented, Meng Zhang even made several complaints.

Meng Zhang's views are very similar to Xuan Ming's; he agrees that fortune-telling will bring benefits, but will not bring misfortune at its lowest point.

"Is it because my abilities are too poor?" Zhang Xuezhou frowned.

“You can’t mistakenly believe that using luck to achieve your goal is due to your own ability. You need to think carefully about what level of real skills and knowledge you need to achieve that situation,” Meng Zhang said. “If you have such real skills and knowledge, your abilities will certainly be sufficient to deal with disasters!”

"Especially when you have to think carefully about what you can and cannot take when you use the technique, you can handle things with ease if you have a sense of proportion," Xuanming added.

“If you’re still alive, you need to acknowledge the power of luck,” Meng Zhang said. “Not every cultivator who strives beyond their own desires can survive. Among all cultivation methods, only those skilled in luck and those with great luck are exceptions.”

“Even cultivators who are good at taking a beating are an exception,” Xuanming corrected.

That was just you!

Meng Zhang complained repeatedly.

It's easy to imagine how skilled Xuanming himself was at defense, given that he was able to guide the Zhou family's Xuanjia fighting technique with the blood of his offspring.

These characteristics make Xuanming stable and worry-free. Coupled with his own caution, Xuanming survives extremely well in high-dimensional space.

This is quite similar to Zhang Xuezhou's situation. Zhang Xuezhou was also very good at taking a beating, and when his ability to take a beating was average in his early years, he focused on survival, using various evasion techniques and his leaping ability to avoid danger. He would run from east to west, and then from west to east, quickly changing locations after getting caught in a vortex, and then avoiding the subsequent dangers.

With Xuanming and Mengzhang explaining things to him one after another, Zhang Xuezhou felt that many of his previous doubts had been resolved.

"If I'm not aiming to overkill a particular opponent, but simply want to slightly increase the success rate of alchemy and pharmaceutical production, will that cause trouble?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

“That’s definitely not the case,” Xuanming said.

“But as soon as I finished refining the pills and stepped outside, I ran into an opponent,” Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Didn't you use pills to directly kill the opponents who came to your door?" Xuanming asked curiously.

"No, I ran away!"

"If you kill your opponent with pills and accomplish something using power that doesn't belong to you, causing all sorts of trouble, then you'll be overwhelmed. But your choice to run away is the right one. This is what I mean by making choices. You should be very safe with this kind of choice!"

"If he can still come to see us, then he must be very safe. So your next question is how to deal with this enemy who is beyond our control!"

Xuanming and Mengzhang's joint explanation convinced Zhang Xuezhou to nod in agreement.

There are many opponents beyond his ability to handle, such as the Qin Emperor whom Zhang Xuezhou needs to meet, and the potential crisis of Qin Meng's Seven Spiders. Zhang Xuezhou thinks it would be good to learn about them.

“My suggestion is to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune by drawing a third party into the competition, while you become the facilitator,” Meng Zhang said. “This can effectively avoid factors that affect you and minimize future complications, allowing you to defeat your opponent while avoiding trouble!”

"This suggestion seems likely to cause more trouble!"

"It's best if the third party you bring in is one of your own, so you don't get caught in a pincer attack," Meng Zhang complained. "Xuanming often does this. He frequently uses us to stand up for him while he himself keeps a low profile!"

“That’s called playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses,” Xuanming corrected. “I’m good at taking hits, and you’re good at attacking. My defense and your attacks make for the best combination. Besides, we’ve gained a lot!”

"You're right about the good haul. Otherwise, you'd easily lose all your friends doing things this way. It's precisely because we know that following you carries both risks and great rewards that we're willing to share the risks with you. Now that we've obtained such a large Luck Bead, who should we target?"

"I've disliked Dragon God Aysa for a long time!"

"That old hag is dangerous. Are we asking for trouble? We'd better not mess with her."

"There are rewards for danger. Besides, our Luck Bead is too big and too perfect. We don't need to waste it on important goals!"

"also!"

……

Xuanming and Mengzhang's voices gradually faded, and the spatial form of the magic technique triggered by the bronze tortoise sacrifice gradually became blurred.

As reality unfolded before his eyes, the six large flags jingled and rustled, while Grien, standing in the center of the flag of destiny, stood there dumbfounded, his eyes appearing somewhat vacant.

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and looked around.

The Aomeijia Alliance was plunged into winter, and the sky remained overcast, making it difficult to judge the time simply by the sky. However, as long as Zhang Xuezhou looked at the clock hands on the distant clock tower, he could clearly see the sacrificial ceremony that had ultimately devolved into a dispute.

Xuanming left satisfied, while Zhang Xuezhou was still unsure whether he could find Huang Daoxian.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the bronze tortoise in his palm.

An image appeared on the tortoise shell on the back of the bronze tortoise: a dog with mottled fur was running around, and the surrounding scenery receded like fleeting shadows.

This scene is somewhat similar to the tracking technique that Dong Zhongshu used to release with a white cloth, which can clearly show the location of the person being tracked.

If one were to perceive it carefully, Zhang Xuezhou could even use the tortoise shell to determine the approximate distance between Huang Daoxian and himself.

Undoubtedly, Huang Daoxian had previously made some kind of deal with Xuanming, but now Xuanming had sold him out completely, allowing Zhang Xuezhou to accurately locate Huang Daoxian, who would even come to him on his own initiative.