Chapter 0206

Chapter 206: Tormenting Tang Qi, Zhou Tong’s Crooked Merchant Talent!

In the Bloodline Mall, heavy booms kept thundering again and again.

It was because Zhou Tong had found a new toy.

“Boom!!”

Another fierce tremor rippled through the halls, followed by a bored voice: “It blew up again. How boring.”

He was playing with the mall’s bloodlines, trying to graft them onto his own body. This was extremely dangerous. If a bloodline was not compatible and you forced it into a body, the energy inside could explode and you would die a miserable death.

But to Zhou Tong, it was just a game.

He did not plan to rely on bloodlines to grow stronger, yet he could not resist tasting how different bloodlines felt.

For normal people this game was childish and reckless, but for Zhou Tong, who had once almost become a Dao-level being, it was just right.

[Men stay boys to the very end.]

He soon spotted a purple bloodline and raised a brow: “Huh? What is this?”

It looked like an eye bloodline. After fusion it could awaken a special eye technique, but he could not tell which one.

[Practice is the only way to test the truth.] With that bold spirit, he reached out.

[Stop, that’s trash!] His instincts warned him.

He waved himself off with a chuckle, “Be quiet. I will taste it myself first, then we can talk.”

After confirming it was not harmful, Zhou Tong merged the bloodline into the center of his brow.

At once, a cool feeling flowed there. There was no wild heat at all, which meant this bloodline had a gentle nature and was easy to tame.

“Heavenly Eye, open!”

This was his own divine power. It pierced illusions and saw the truth. Now it stacked with the purple bloodline and should have formed a new eye technique, so something ought to change.

But the result was unexpected. The world in Zhou Tong’s eyes did not change at all. The bloodline seemed like pure dead weight.

Outside, someone called, “Boss, are you doing business or not?”

He sat up straight and answered, “Please come in.”

Several people walked in. In that instant, Zhou Tong finally noticed something. Every person shone with a different light: gray, green, blue, and so on, a bright mix of colors. One person was gray with a streak of pitch black. Another was blue with a thread of pale purple. From the colors alone, Zhou Tong could see huge differences in their bearing and cultivation level. From low to high it went gray, green, blue, and the pale purple was best. Anyone with black on them was wrapped in deathly energy and would not live long.

[This is the luck level!] He touched the vertical eye at his brow and at last understood the purple bloodline’s use.

Luck was the care of the Heavenly Dao. Those with great luck lived smoothly, rose step by step, and easily reached goals others could never touch. The unlucky would live sadly, stumble on every path, and end their days without making a mark.

Before, luck was vague and could only be sensed in a fuzzy way. You could not measure it. Now, under his eye, it turned clear.

After he sent the customers away, Zhou Tong used his spirit to search quietly. Once he confirmed the function, studying it became easy.

[As expected, the Eye of Fortune.]

Black, gray, green, blue, purple, gold, red.

Those were the colors luck took from low to high. There was also one special case: himself. When he looked at his body with the eye technique, there was no color at all, only endless white, vast and boundless, like a starless universe that his sight could not reach the end of.

[Is my case strong or weak?] He could not get any more information.

Footsteps came closer, stepping into the mall.

Before he saw the person, he saw the color. Zhou Tong perked up.

He first saw a strand of pale red. That was almost peak luck. The visitor had to be blessed by heaven. But then the pale red luck surged and showed tiny specks of black. That meant trouble circled the man. Death energy was coiling around him, yet his unmatched luck was pressing it down.

“Welcome.” Zhou Tong greeted warmly, but when he saw the visitor’s face, his smile faded at once.

An old acquaintance: Tang Qi.

He drew a deep breath and forced himself not to strike. [So he really is a great-luck person. Before, I only guessed. Today it’s fully proven.] [I’ve been suppressing him over and over, and only then did his luck drop to pale red. Back in the Hall of Judgment, his luck must have been bright red, maybe even so red it looked black.]

If he attacked now, there would likely be an accident. He would only alert the snake and lose more than he gained. The best plan was to wait, grind down Tang Qi’s luck, and when it fell below blue, the Heavenly Dao would abandon him.

A plan bloomed in Zhou Tong’s mind.

He asked smoothly, “Honored guest, are you here to buy bloodlines?”

Tang Qi sneered, “Of course. If not bloodlines, should I buy you?”

Zhou Tong laughed inwardly and stayed calm. The real show was still ahead.

Tang Qi asked, “Do you have life bloodlines?”

“Yes.”

“Great, I want them all.” Tang Qi spoke like a rich tyrant. He had learned from the Devil King that a life bloodline was worth at most one thousand spirit coins. By robbing and cheating, he had gathered two hundred thousand, enough to buy out the stock.

Zhou Tong picked at his fingers and said lazily, “Sorry, not for sale,” which made Tang Qi’s face twist with rage.

Tang Qi roared, “You dare not sell to me? Why not?”

“Don’t rush, honored guest. We give life bloodlines away for free.”

At that, Tang Qi cooled off at once and smiled. “There’s such a good deal? Then I’ll take them all.”

“Not so fast. To get them for free, you must join our shop event.”

“What event?”

“Heh heh…” Zhou Tong showed a sly grin. A huge box appeared in front of him. He said, “Please draw a prize, honored guest.”

Tang Qi narrowed his eyes. [Something is off.] Still, he did as told and warned, “You’d better not play tricks.”

He sent a breath of energy into the box. A jade slip shot out and lit up the words: “Congratulations, honored guest. Our shop has one thousand life bloodlines in total. You have won nine hundred and ninety-nine of them. Try a bit harder, and you can take all our life bloodlines!”

Tang Qi cheered, “Great! These are fine. I’ll take them now.”

“You cannot, honored guest. You must win them all to take them together.”

“Then what should I do?”

“You can pay ten thousand spirit coins and make one cut.” Zhou Tong’s smile was thick with scheming.