Chapter Twenty-One: "Ninefold Death Fist"

“Father, this pill is of no use to me anymore. This Minor Rejuvenation Pill can only be taken once in a lifetime; more than that is useless.” Chen Bo handed the pill to Chen Zhenhai, for it truly had no further value to him.

Chen Zhenhai did not protest and accepted the Minor Rejuvenation Pill. He was about to speak when Chen Bo added, “Father, on the bottom of the pill bottle is the formula for this medicine. When refining it, no spiritual fire is needed—ordinary flame will suffice. Do keep it safe.”

“Understood.” Chen Zhenhai’s expression grew serious. If what Chen Bo said was true, this Minor Rejuvenation Pill could be mass-produced at will! The Chen family dealt in herbs; they had plenty of materials for pill refining, some as common as wild grass.

“And this sword—I've no use for it. I've never learned swordsmanship, and this strange blade hardly suits any technique. I’ll leave it to you, Father.” Chen Bo looked with disdain upon the sword he had forged. Sharp though it was, it never felt right in the hand, no matter how he wielded it.

“You’re just put off by its shape, aren’t you?” Chen Zhenhai laughed, seeing through his son’s thoughts. With the pill formula, the peculiar sword, and Chen Bo’s meridians restored, Chen Zhenhai was delighted—he could scarcely restrain his urge to celebrate with a hearty drink.

“Bo, remember, whatever happens, the Chen family stands behind you.” Chen Zhenhai’s face brimmed with confidence. Chen Bo had no idea where his father’s optimism came from—perhaps he was a born optimist.

After Chen Zhenhai left, Chen Bo sat in quiet contemplation. Breaking through to the innate realm in three years was a wild dream.

But Chen Bo was no ordinary man: gifted in cultivation, he possessed a b-class system, and had tens of billions offering him advice. As long as his luck held, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

He now had over a million gold coins in his account—enough to try a high-level lottery draw!

His first goal wasn’t the three-year promise, but to experience every lottery draw, from beginner to ultimate. When Chen Bo was possessed by playful curiosity, he was a force to be reckoned with.

“Hello, audience! Good afternoon—I’m back again! Actually, my stream never ended.”

“My last two Minor Rejuvenation Pills went to my father in this world. Ahem, I hope my dad on Earth isn’t jealous. Having two sets of parents feels strange; I wonder what the kids in ‘Home with Kids’ thought about it.”

“My deposit has surpassed a million gold coins—yes, I’m now a legendary millionaire! I guess I’m a man of means now, and none of you have seen me try a high-level draw! Honestly, I haven’t seen it myself either.”

“Ahem, that joke was a bit cold, but is that enough for the screen to fill with ‘hehe’? All right, let’s get to it—time for the high-level lottery draw.”

As he spoke, Chen Bo summoned the high-level lottery wheel—and nearly blinded himself with its brilliance.

It really was dazzling; even viewers in the stream were stunned. The wheel was pure gold!

Inlaid with rubies of varying sizes, its extravagant aura was impossible to conceal. Gaudy, yes—very gaudy! But he liked it.

“One ruby from this wheel would be enough for a lifetime, wouldn’t it?”

“So beautiful, so extravagant, so willful!”

“A prince from the Middle East just tipped 38,888 gold coins—maybe I should get a wheel like this too.”

“The comment above is even more extravagant!”

“The streamer has escaped poverty, but poor me—I’m still from a humble family.”

“Don’t worry, girl—message me privately if you dare.”

“I just want to know—how much is this wheel worth? Maybe you could gift it to me?”

“Everyone above—less than ten seconds have passed, you're all too quick!”

Chen Bo saw the barrage of comments and twitched a smile. Gift the wheel to you? He’d like to—but there was no way to send it!

He refocused on the wheel. The prizes seemed even more prestigious now, with eight more slots—twenty-six in total. Twenty-six, right?

Flashbang of the ‘Hurt Others, Not Yourself’ brand, Divine Step Technique, Golden Snake Sword, Grey Wolf’s Unlucky Hat, Seed of Fire, Ninefold Killing Fist…

Chen Bo recognized four: Divine Step Technique, which was the footwork of Tian Boguang in ‘The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,’ and also Wei Xiaobao’s movement skill in ‘The Duke of Mount Deer.’

Golden Snake Sword—another item from Jin Yong’s martial arts novels, belonging to the Golden Snake Lord.

Grey Wolf’s Unlucky Hat—no explanation needed, but what use was it? Put it on himself? Chen Bo worried that wearing it might have him step on a landmine in the next moment.

Seed of Fire! Of all the items, this was the most formidable—Autobots in ‘Transformers’ depended on it for life. But the question was—where would he find a modern vehicle?

“Begin the draw!” Chen Bo commanded impatiently. Many prizes were truly useful; any one would be a boon.

“Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have drawn the martial arts technique, Ninefold Killing Fist, grade: human-level, late stage.”

“Ninefold Killing Fist consists of nine layers, each doubling your strength. By the ninth layer, your power increases ninefold, with overwhelming force. Usable only in the postnatal realm.”

What annoyed Chen Bo most was that everything in this other world was graded—realms, weapons, pills, beasts, and now even martial arts.

Martial arts and cultivation methods were divided into Heaven, Earth, and Human tiers, each split into beginning, middle, and advanced stages. Strangely similar.

Immediately, all information about the Ninefold Killing Fist flooded into Chen Bo’s memory, etched so deeply he would never forget.

“Damn, this skill is insanely powerful!” Understanding its might, Chen Bo couldn’t help but curse.

“The streamer’s luck exploded today! This martial art is rarely seen even in ultimate draws—and he just got it! With luck still good, let’s try a few mid-level draws.”

Without hesitation, Chen Bo did a triple mid-level draw, burning thirty thousand gold coins in a flash. The results:

One ‘Hurt Others, Not Yourself’ flashbang, one ordinary cabbage, and one wife cake without a wife.

“The streamer has fainted in the restroom.”

“I’ve already dialed 120.”

“No need, I’ve contacted the funeral home.”

“You’re all amazing, but the streamer is even more so.”

“These days, showing off comes at a price!”