Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

Wuji Staff, [Luck +4].

He was stunned for a moment, speechless. After so many failed attempts, he thought the curses were about to start, but instead, the blessings came directly.

This probability is completely unpredictable.

He gritted his teeth and continued.

The next bottle: [Your weapon is cursed!]

[Luck +3].

Next bottle, [Your weapon is cursed!]

[Luck +2].

Two curses in a row, not bad, they came at just the right time, the purpose of using them as a stepping stone has been achieved.

He opened his eyes, his heart beat faster, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He picked up the dragon-patterned sword again, unscrewed a bottle of blessing oil, and carefully poured it on.

My hands were steady, but my heart was pounding like a drum.

The amber liquid flowed down the blade and seeped into the patterns on the Azure Dragon. The dragon patterns on the sword seemed to come alive, its scales opening and closing as if it had been thirsty for a long time and finally had a drink.

The sword suddenly flashed, its golden light so dazzling that he had to squint.

Your weapon has been blessed!

Dragon Pattern Sword, [Luck +6].

It became.

Lin Mu's heart skipped a beat, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Just one more touch and you'll reach seven.

Could he really be a genius? He suppressed his excitement, let out a long breath, put down the Dragon Pattern Sword, picked up the Limitless Staff and continued to practice his skills.

He used another 500 bottles of blessing oil, and the Dragon Pattern Sword's luck fluctuated between 5 and 6, as if it was competing with him, going up and down, tormenting him anxiously.

Finally, after using 200 more bottles of the same potion as the previous one, the Dragon Pattern Sword's luck dropped to 3.

Lin Mu felt a pang of sadness, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

He put down the dragon-patterned sword, leaned against a pillar, closed his eyes for a while to suppress his agitation, and then took out the bone jade scepter with magic level 2-13 from his Qiankun bag, preparing to replace it with a new weapon to continue leveling up.

After another 500 bottles of blessing oil were used, the luck of all three weapons stopped at [Luck +6].

Lin Mu stared at the three weapons for a long time, feeling that the next weapon he would use was a curse.

He picked up the Wuji staff, unscrewed a bottle of oil, and casually poured it on.

Your weapon has been blessed!

Wuji Staff, [Luck +7].

Lin Mu was speechless. Why is it it again? He should have used the Dragon Pattern Sword this time.

He shook his head, put away the Wuji Staff, and ignored it.

Come again.

Another 800 bottles of blessing oil were used, and the luck of the two weapons went up and down again.

Finally, the Bone Jade Scepter was cursed three times in a row, dropping from 5 to 2.

Lin Mu looked at the unfortunate bone jade scepter, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Right now.

He put down the bone jade, picked up the dragon-patterned sword, and unscrewed a bottle of blessing oil.

The amber liquid flowed down the blade and seeped into the patterns on the Azure Dragon. The dragon pattern on the sword suddenly lit up, its golden light dazzling. The entire Azure Dragon coiled from the hilt to the tip, its scales opening and closing, like a real dragon awakening from its slumber.

Your weapon has been blessed!

Dragon Pattern Sword, [Luck +7].

Lin Mu held the dragon-patterned sword, his fingers gently tracing the blue dragon pattern on the blade. The blade was icy cold, yet warm to the touch.

He hung the dragon-patterned sword on his waist, opened the status bar, and looked at the new changes.

[Character Status]

[Level: 35]

Experience: 270714/40000000

HP: 306/306

[MP: 350/350]

[Attack: 13-27] (4-5 for self)

[Taoist Skills: 14-52] (4-5 for self)

【魔御：8-23】（自身3-7，幽灵盾加了5点上限）

……

Luck: 9

……

[Skills: ...Group Healing Lv0, Summon Divine Beast]

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[Dragon Pattern Sword, Attack 8-20, Taoist Magic 3-13, Luck +7, Requires Level 35]

[Lantern Necklace, Magic Dodge 10%, Attack 1-0, Luck +2, Requires Level 18]

……

The Dragon Pattern Sword was upgraded, but Lin Mu was not satisfied. His gaze fell on the Dragon Slayer Sword deep inside the Qiankun Bag.

Chapter 187 L-7 Dragon Slayer

【Dragon Slayer (Damaged), Attack 0-10, Accuracy +3, Attack Speed ​​+3, Requires Level 35】.

But how do I upgrade the luck of this weapon?

Lin Mu suddenly thought of something, raised his head, and glanced across the manor hall. There were many people coming and going, all in a hurry, and some of them were looking in his direction.

He ignored the attention and his gaze finally fell on the equipment purchase counter, where a middle-aged manager in his forties was looking down at an abacus, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his face expressionless.

Lin Mu stared at him for a while, feeling that the man looked familiar, as if he resembled someone he had met before.

He frowned, unable to recall where he had seen a similar face before, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

Lin Mu walked to the counter, leaned against it, tapped his fingers twice on the surface, and greeted the counter casually, as if he were talking to an old acquaintance: "Brother, busy?"

The manager looked up, glanced at him, then lowered his head again to continue working on the abacus, his voice as flat as if he were reciting a text: "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

Lin Mu shook his head and lowered his voice: "I don't sell anything."

The manager paused, looked up, and sized Lin Mu up and down. His lips twitched slightly. "So, what can I do for you?"

Lin Mu didn't rush to answer. Leaning against the counter, he asked casually, "What level are you, bro? What's your class?"

The steward didn't immediately pay attention to Lin Mu. He glanced at the water clock in the corner, then lowered his head. He flipped through the ledger with his left hand and manipulated the abacus with his right, making a series of clicks. He then made a few notes in the notebook.

Lin Mu wasn't in a hurry and leaned against the counter to wait.

The steward fiddled with the abacus for a while, made a few more notes, checked them again, and then put down his pen, looked up, and glanced at the water clock in the corner. It was just the right time.

He then put down the abacus, stood up from behind the counter, and tidied up.

Turning to look at Lin Mu, the steward recognized him long ago, despite Lin Mu wearing a straw hat and a face mask, given the commotion at the manor that day.

My father praised this man quite a bit a few days ago, saying he writes excellent poetry, has ventured deep into the Demon Sealing Valley, and even His Majesty looks at him with new respect. He even gave me the opportunity to make his acquaintance.

He was busy at the manor all day, never caring about the outside world, and not good at socializing, but this person in front of him...

He glanced at Lin Mu without showing any emotion, thinking to himself, "Forget about befriending him, let's see if I can make some money off this nouveau riche."

The manager walked around the counter, gestured to Lin Mu to come in, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Young Master Lin, please come in."

Lin Mu was taken aback. This person seemed to have principles and kept his work and life separate.

He followed the manager through a small door behind the counter into a private room that was neither too big nor too small.

The steward invited Lin Mu to sit down and personally poured two cups of tea, pushing one cup towards Lin Mu: "Young Master Lin, you can speak now."

"Brother, can you equip the Dragon Slayer?" Lin Mu suddenly asked.

The steward's eyelids twitched, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "What, do you want to add luck to the Dragon Slayer?"

Lin Mu nodded and took out the Dragon Slayer Sword from his Qiankun Bag.

The blade was jet black with a ghostly sheen, the cracks and wear were deeper than before, the red cloth on the handle had been worn white, and the blade was full of nicks, like rubble dug out of ruins.

But the dark red light on the blade still lingered, flickering on and off, as if something was struggling to survive inside.

The steward didn't take it, staring at the Dragon Slayer for a long while before speaking: "It can be equipped. But... although this Dragon Slayer looks broken, it's still a divine weapon. Aren't you afraid I'll steal it?"

Lin Mu smiled, picked up his teacup and took a sip, his tone casual: "Brother, you're joking. You're a member of the imperial court, there's no need for that. Besides, this Dragon Slayer Sword is damaged, it won't be of much use to anyone else."

But in his heart he was thinking, "If you dare to be greedy, I'll make a scene in the palace and have His Majesty punish you."

The steward glanced at the Dragon Slayer again, tapped the blade lightly with his fingers, checked its attributes, and nodded after hearing the dull sound. "Such a fine weapon is damaged, what a pity. Want to upgrade it to Luck 7? No problem. 3000 bottles of Blessing Oil, guaranteed Luck 7."

Lin Mu was stunned for a moment. 3000 bottles? He hadn't used 3000 bottles even with his Rising Dragon Pattern Sword and Limitless Staff combined.

This person is really... Lin Mu frowned but ultimately said nothing.

Never mind, consider it a technical service fee.

Besides, this person handles a lot of things every day, and might even find some special equipment in the future. It wouldn't hurt to build a good relationship with him.

Lin Mu took out a Qiankun bag, organized it, and pushed it in front of the steward: "Here are 3000 bottles of blessing oil. You can decide what to do with them."

The steward took the Qiankun bag, weighed it in his hand, and without any hesitation, took out a top-grade Judgment Staff and a top-grade Bone Jade Scepter from his own Qiankun bag, and lined them up with Lin Mu's three Dragon-Slaying weapons.

Lin Mu leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and drank his tea while looking at the screen.