Hearing this, I was shocked. The fortune I carry is not mine alone. Although I have, intentionally or otherwise, led others to believe I am the Son of Fortune, I know deep down that this fortune is an accumulation of the luck of the entire Yanhuang Celestial Dynasty. It does not belong to me as an individual. It would be disastrous if I were to implicate my mother, Sister Xiuer, or the innocent civilians.
My hesitation made the surrounding crowd feel even more wary. Since I am known for having unparalleled luck, the fact that even I—the so-called Son of Fortune—would retreat proved that this situation was truly perilous. Consequently, even fewer people were willing to form an equal contract with the entity; not a soul was willing, not even for a master-servant pact.
The Black Bird stood atop the pill cauldron, chin held high, waving its small wings. Who would dare approach? "If anyone dares to get near the cauldron, not only will I destroy the immortal pill, but I will also curse you," it declared.
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