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

As night fell, Qin Le's dormitory was brightly lit.

He gathered his dining buddies together.

Once everyone had arrived, Qin Le took out an exquisite jade bottle from his storage ring and said to them earnestly:

"There are three Transformation Pills here, which can enhance comprehension. But there are only these three, and... there probably won't be any more in the future. You lot, it's up to your luck."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

In particular, the expressions of Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, Wang Zhiheng, and Li Yanran, who had not yet taken the Transformation Pill, immediately became serious.

This means that one of the four is destined to miss out on this opportunity.

As for why there won't be any more in the future?

Although they had doubts, they wisely refrained from asking further questions.

This was a gift from Qin Le, and as the beneficiaries, they knew how to act appropriately.

"You can choose for yourselves." Qin Le was also somewhat helpless; he couldn't conjure a fourth one out of thin air.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, four boxes formed from the power of spacetime appeared in a row in front of him, each about the size of a fist.

He then placed the three Transformation Pills into three of the boxes. The four boxes were identical in appearance, making it impossible to see what was inside.

None of the four immediately stepped forward to make a choice; instead, they all turned their gazes to Li Yanran.

As expected, Li Yanran was prepared.

She took out a picture of the God of Wealth from her storage ring and carefully placed it on the table.

Then, she took out a small bronze incense burner and solemnly placed it in front of the portrait.

Then, under the surprised and enlightened gazes of the other three, she took out nine slender sandalwood incense sticks, rubbed them together with her fingertips, and the incense sticks lit automatically, with wisps of smoke rising.

Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Wang Zhiheng followed suit, each taking out nine incense sticks and lighting them.

The four people stood side by side, holding incense sticks, and bowed three times with utmost sincerity to the image of the God of Wealth.

In an instant, the dormitory was filled with smoke, and the four of them were muttering incantations:

"By the God of Wealth above, I, the faithful woman/man Wang Zhiheng/Chu Xiaonan/Luo Qiuyue/Li Yanran, sincerely pray that you help me draw the Transformation Pill!"

"Please, please, I have to win!"

"This faithful woman is willing to abstain from snacks for a month in exchange for a Transformation Pill!"

"..."

Qin Le couldn't help but laugh out loud at the comical scene, but didn't say anything to disturb it.

After worshipping the God of Wealth, Li Yanran inserted incense into the incense burner, put her hands on her hips, and looked confident: "The Transformation Pill will definitely be mine!"

"What a coincidence, I had the same feeling too." Chu Xiaonan grinned, full of confidence.

"I will definitely be there." Luo Qiuyue's words were concise, but her eyes were firm.

Wang Zhiheng took a deep breath, clenched his fist, as if to encourage himself: "I refuse to believe it! My luck can't be that bad this time!"

Seeing this, Chen Yun couldn't help but complain, "Oh no, Lao Wang, now that you've said that... I feel like you're in trouble."

In the first two group activities—whether it was a fishing competition or gambling on raw jadeite ore—Wang Zhiheng was the unluckiest one with the worst luck.

Upon hearing his words, Chen Yun felt that the outcome was no longer in doubt.

"Get lost, stop jinxing me!" Wang Zhiheng glared at Chen Yun in annoyance.

Without further hesitation, the four each selected a time capsule. Qin Le's mind stirred, and the capsules opened simultaneously.

The results are in:

In the box in front of Li Yanran, Chu Xiaonan, and Luo Qiuyue, lay a crystal-clear pill.

The box in front of Wang Zhiheng was completely empty.

The three of them were all smiles, but Wang Zhiheng was struck dumb, completely dejected, his face filled with utter despair.

"Why am I always so unlucky?!" he wailed, on the verge of tears.

Once or twice is a coincidence, but if it happens three times, it's hard not to wonder if there's something wrong with one's luck.

Chen Yun stroked his chin thoughtfully, then spoke with a mischievous smile, "Old Wang, I have a guess, would you like to hear it?"

"Speak!" Wang Zhiheng immediately looked up, as if grasping at a straw.

Chen Yun pointed to Qin Le, who was watching the scene unfold, and said slowly, "You still remember... what you did to him before, right?"

Wang Zhiheng was taken aback, then nodded frankly: "I remember. But I have already sincerely apologized, and Qin Le has forgiven me."

He trusted Qin Le's character and believed that Qin Le would never deliberately target him because of past events.

Qin Le's character has been certified by many influential figures, and even someone who once hated Qin Le to the core had to genuinely acknowledge it.

"I'm not saying Qin Le is targeting you." Chen Yun shook his head and analyzed, "What I mean is that Qin Le is now Nuwa's only direct disciple. You know very well what Nuwa means to our human race. What you did to Qin Le before... may have inadvertently weakened your share of the 'human race's fortune'."

This guess seems to make some sense.

Apart from Qin Le, the others all showed expressions of realization and dread upon hearing this.

Although Wang Zhiheng did not cause any real harm to Qin Le at the time, given Qin Le's current status, the human race's fate is therefore not on his side.

That seems... plausible?

Seeing that everyone was about to be led astray by Chen Yun, Qin Le sighed and rubbed his forehead: "Alright, stop guessing. Old Wang's bad luck has nothing to do with what he did in the past."

Upon hearing this, the others all rolled their eyes at Chen Yun.

Chen Yun retorted, "Then tell me, why is Old Wang so unlucky?"

Qin Le casually said, "It's related to his innate fortune. He has the kind of destiny where 'bitterness comes before sweetness,' meaning his fortune is relatively low in the first half of his life, and he is prone to setbacks; but as long as he perseveres, his fortune will turn around in the second half of his life, and everything will go smoothly. Simply put, he is currently in the 'endurance' stage."

For Qin Le, who had comprehended the Great Dao, seeing through a person's innate destiny was not difficult. He could roughly discern Wang Zhiheng's fate at a glance.

"I see..." Wang Zhiheng said with a sudden realization, then asked nervously, "So how much longer do I have to endure this 'first half of my life'?"

Qin Le smiled and asked in return, "How long do you think a mortal's life is?"

"About a hundred years... Does that mean I'll be unlucky for another thirty years?!" Wang Zhiheng's face turned ashen instantly.

"It's not that exaggerated." Qin Le chuckled and shook his head. "However, it will still take more than ten years."

At this moment, Chu Xiaonan interjected curiously, "There should be a way to change your luck, right?"

Wang Zhiheng immediately looked at Qin Le with anticipation.

"Yes," Qin Le nodded and smiled, "Once you comprehend the laws and become an Earth Immortal, you can naturally change your fate. Mortals have their own fortune, and immortals have their own destiny. Once you become an immortal and transcend the mortal realm, your original innate fortune will naturally be broken."

An individual's innate destiny is not immutable.

To become an Earth Immortal naturally means to break free from the original framework of one's mortal destiny.

Of course, what one's fortune is like after becoming an immortal is another matter entirely, influenced by the more complex rules of the Heavenly Dao, which ordinary immortals also find difficult to change easily.

"Then I can rest assured!" Wang Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

With Qin Le's continuous sermons and blessings, he was confident that he would comprehend his own laws within two years.

By then, we won't have to suffer for more than ten years.

Just then, a slender hand reached out to him, holding the Transformation Pill in its palm.

It's Li Yanran.

"Here you go." She looked at Wang Zhiheng with a gentle yet firm smile on her face.

"Yanran, this..."

Wang Zhiheng was stunned. Looking at the pill in front of him, he was speechless for a moment, unsure whether to accept it or not.

This opportunity is so precious.

Seeing this, Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, Chen Yun, and the others all showed kind smiles and watched quietly from the side.

"You need it more than I do," Li Yanran said calmly, but with an undeniable authority. "Besides, it's for our future too."

"But, I..." Wang Zhiheng struggled internally, feeling both touched and unworthy of the favor.

Seeing his dawdling, Li Yanran frowned slightly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his chin with lightning speed, while her other hand directly stuffed the Transformation Pill into his mouth, which was slightly open in surprise.

The movements were swift and decisive, completed in one smooth motion.

"So slow and indecisive."

After doing all this, Li Yanran finally let go of his hand and glanced at him with a hint of disdain.

"Hmm!"

Before Wang Zhiheng could react, the pill had already melted in his mouth.

A warm current instantly flowed through his body, followed by a soft white light emanating from within him, enveloping him entirely.

Under the curious gaze of the group, the figure in the white light began to rapidly shrink and deform...

When the light faded, what appeared before everyone was a...

Husky!

A husky with blue eyes, a tilted head, and a slightly bewildered expression!

"puff--!"

"Hahahaha!"

"..."

After a brief silence, the dormitory erupted in thunderous laughter.

Chen Yun laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, Chu Xiaonan clutched his stomach and bent over, and even the usually aloof Lu Qingshuang couldn't help but turn her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Qin Le couldn't help but chuckle, looking at the intelligent-looking husky on the ground, shaking his head and laughing.

The husky version of Wang Zhiheng didn't seem to have fully adapted to its new body. It tried to take a couple of steps, but its limbs were a bit uncoordinated, and it almost tripped over itself, which made everyone laugh.

Li Yanran looked at the fluffy husky in front of her, its eyes filled with an exceptionally innocent light, her cheeks flushing slightly, but her eyes were also brimming with laughter. She muttered to herself:

"They're actually quite...cute."