Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

"No way?! It actually works?!"

After Li Yanran finished praying to the God of Wealth, her fishing rod sank sharply in just over ten minutes, and she caught three more fish in one go, bringing her total to four. She overtook Chen Yun, who was originally in the lead, and temporarily took the top spot.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded. Qin Le had clearly stated that the God of Wealth hadn't given her any special treatment, but the speed at which she was catching fish one after another didn't seem to be ineffective at all.

"Qin Le, she prayed to the God of Wealth... but really didn't receive any 'blessings'?" Chu Xiaonan couldn't help but confirm with referee Qin Le again.

Qin Le shook his head firmly: "No. Her luck hasn't increased or decreased at all; it's exactly the same as before she prayed. It's just that her luck suddenly exploded."

He could see it clearly: the flow of energy between heaven and earth had not changed in the slightest because of Li Yanran's prayers. Those fish had simply run into her fishing hook.

Of course, if there is any external interference, Qin Le will definitely find her guilty of cheating and invalidate her grades.

Just then, the fishing rod in Qin Le's hand trembled slightly. He lifted his wrist, and another small, silvery fish leaped out of the water.

Qin Le, carrying the small fish, glanced at his companions who were eyeing him covetously, a smug smile that could only be described as irresistible:

"I don't care who comes in first place, as long as I'm not at the bottom, that's fine."

Seeing Qin Le gain another point, Chen Yun immediately turned his hopeful gaze to Wang Zhiheng—the only contestant with only one fish and currently at the bottom.

"Old Wang! You should hurry up and worship the God of Wealth too! Whether it works or not, just do it first! Make it as ritualistic as possible!"

"How about... we all try praying?" Lu Qingshuang suggested softly.

Unbeknownst to them, apart from Qin Le, the others seemed to have reached a tacit agreement to form a united front against Qin Le's easy passage.

If everyone could be as incredibly lucky as Li Yanran, Qin Le's chances of coming in last would greatly increase.

"That makes sense! Bow! Everyone bow!" Chen Yun slapped his thigh in enthusiastic response.

So, the group borrowed incense from Li Yanran and, imitating her, began to kneel and pray devoutly before the auspicious picture of the God of Wealth, each with their own thoughts, chanting incantations.

"May the God of Wealth bless me, let me catch a few more, as many as Qin Le..."

"May the God of Wealth grant me a good catch today..."

"The devout woman Luo Qiuyue wishes to abstain from snacks for a month... no, a week, in order to catch fish..."

Qin Le watched this scene calmly and without the slightest panic.

If the God of Wealth really dares to give these people a cheat code to their luck, then he, as the referee, will naturally judge it as cheating.

Or... he wouldn't mind seeking help from outside the arena.

In terms of backing and connections, Qin Le has never been afraid of anyone.

Does he really think that Nuwa, the mother goddess, doesn't exist in his sea of ​​consciousness?

"Damn it!"

"Why can't we have that kind of luck?!"

"Qin Le! Why did you bring fish again?!"

"Wang Zhiheng! Get your act together!!"

"..."

The fishing competition officially ended at 4 p.m. in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Some were dejected, some were sullen, but the result was set and could not be changed.

Final results:

First place: Li Yanran, thirteen fish.

Second place: Chen Yun, Seven Fish.

Third place: Chu Xiaonan, Six Fish.

Fourth place: Qin Le, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang, tied for five fish.

Bottom: Wang Zhiheng, two fish.

"Oh dear." Qin Le put away his fishing rod, looked at his companions whose schemes had failed, and smiled brightly: "I'm so sorry to have disappointed you all~"

Although he didn't get first place, he successfully avoided the tragic fate of coming in last. As for who came in first or who would be punished, it no longer mattered to him.

Anyway... whoever doesn't have to wear women's clothing wins!

"A bunch of useless bastards!" Li Yanran put her hands on her hips, looked at Chen Yun and the others, and said with a look of disappointment.

Only then did she belatedly realize that although she was happy to have won first place, her most important strategic goal—to have Qin Le come in last—had not been achieved.

And this is clearly not something she can control.

"When you made your wish just now, why didn't you just tell the God of Wealth not to let Qin Le catch any fish?" Chen Yun scratched his hair in frustration.

He caught seven fish, ranking ahead of Qin Le, but Qin Le wasn't at the bottom, so all of that was meaningless.

Luo Qiuyue couldn't help but retort, "Qin Le is a direct disciple of the Goddess Nuwa. Do you think the God of Wealth... would dare to do such a thing?"

"..."

The room fell silent immediately after he said that.

The God of Wealth, a righteous deity in Heaven, is in charge of the world's wealth and fortune, and is highly revered and worshipped.

But... would you send him to secretly trip up Nuwa's disciple and bring her bad luck?

If he really dares to do that, his position as the God of Wealth will probably be over.

Do you really think that saint who created humans from clay was just a figurehead?

At this moment, Chu Xiaonan's curiosity resurfaced. She looked at Li Yanran, her eyes shining, "Yanran, you're in first place now! What kind of 'reward' are you planning to give to Lao Wang, who's at the bottom?"

This question immediately drew everyone's attention, and everyone looked at Li Yanran with anticipation and a look of excitement in their eyes.

Li Yanran's gaze slowly shifted to her Daoist partner, Wang Zhiheng. Looking at his utterly dejected expression, a sudden inspiration struck her, and a sly smile curved her lips:

"Since we can't see Qin Le dressed as a woman..."

She paused deliberately, and seeing Wang Zhiheng's eyes widen instantly, her smile widened:

"Then...you'll have to wear it!"

"puff--!"

"Hahaha!!!"

"..."

Except for Wang Zhiheng, who was instantly petrified, the others couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wang Zhiheng is definitely good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He is the kind of handsome and dashing guy, and his temperament is similar to Chu Xiaonan's, leaning towards a tough and sunny style.

Making him wear women's clothes... just thinking about that scene is hilarious and full of unexpected charm.

Qin Le and Chen Yun, on the other hand, have more androgynous looks and fall into the category of beauty, so they look much less out of place in women's clothing.

Chen Yun suggested Qin Le dress as a woman because he had heard someone jokingly say: "It would be so nice if Qin Le were a girl."

"I...I accept it." Wang Zhiheng closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate with a tragic expression.

If you catch too few fish, you have to bear the consequences, even if it hurts.

"Good! You've got the resolve!" Li Yanran waved her hand, her fighting spirit rekindled: "Let's go! Now, immediately, right now! Let's go choose some clothes!"

Needless to say, at this moment, besides her lingering obsession with Qin Le in women's clothing, she also felt an incredibly strong anticipation for what her Daoist partner would look like in women's attire.

Alas, it's a pity that we can't have our cake and eat it too right now.

The group returned to the capital and flew directly to the largest shopping plaza in the city center, which had the most complete selection of goods.

Luo Qiuyue, linking arms with Li Yanran, asked with great interest, "Yanran, which style do you plan to have him try? Ethereal? Cute and playful? Or...?"

Li Yanran waved her hand grandly, exclaiming with boundless ambition, "I want them all! Modern, ancient style, fantasy... I'll give him a set of every style! I'm going to see them to my heart's content today!"

"puff!"

"Hahaha! Yanran, you know how to enjoy life!"

"Keep it up, Lao Wang!"

"..."

Everyone burst into laughter again.

Wang Zhiheng, on the other hand, had no eyes at this moment, as if his soul had left his body, and was surrounded by a faint gray-white aura, leaving him at the mercy of everyone.

They entered a shop specializing in all kinds of exquisite fairy dresses and gorgeous clothes. The shop was dazzling and filled with a wide variety of clothes.

Chen Yun, with his sharp eyes, immediately pointed to a fairy-like dress with an intricate design, entirely pink, and adorned with flowing ribbons, and said with a mischievous grin, "I think this 'Macho Pink' dress is excellent! The color is perfect, and the style is ethereal!"

Li Yanran leaned over to take a look, then nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I'll write it down! Don't just sit there, everyone go and pick out an outfit you think is the 'most suitable' for Old Wang!"

"Okay!"

"no problem!"

"Leave it to me!"

"..."

The group of friends immediately split up excitedly and began searching among the clothes racks for styles that could maximize Wang Zhiheng's potential.

In this era of cultivation, clothing size is not an issue at all—almost all clothing has the most basic magical artifact attributes, and adaptive size is just the most basic function.

A unique Wang Zhiheng women's fashion show seems to be about to begin.