Inside the ruined temple.

Li Xingtian was diligently cultivating. According to his own plan, he needed to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage as soon as possible.

Based on the System Prompt, Li Xingtian's current cultivation level was at Qi Refining Stage Eight.

It would probably take another two days.

Meanwhile, Li Yingling and Ning Qianqian were sipping chicken soup. After all, at this moment, even if Li Yingling crammed at the last minute, she couldn't achieve a significant improvement like during the Qi Refining stage.

She was previously just a genius in cultivation, not a reincarnated powerhouse.

As for Ning Qianqian... she couldn't even meet the criteria for accepting disciples, so her aptitude was likely lacking. Practicing would be in vain; drinking more chicken soup to nourish herself was more practical.

At this moment, my own cultivation level was at the Mid Immaculate Golden Core Stage. Once Li Xingtian reached Foundation Establishment, I should be able to advance to the Late Core Formation Stage.

So, within this sect, the one maximizing the effects of their efforts was Li Xingtian. As long as he reached Foundation Establishment, the sect's strength would undergo a qualitative leap!

In addition, Chu Xingchen had naturally gathered some intelligence on the Qingfeng Sect. Within the sect, there was a Grand Elder whose cultivation level was at the Nascent Soul stage.

Even if I caused trouble, this Grand Elder might not necessarily intervene.

But having spent a few years in this world, Chu Xingchen understood the importance of preparing for the worst and not having high expectations for the plans he intended to execute.

Because everything would inevitably pour into the worst-case scenario, Chu Xingchen specifically reminded Li Xingtian to prepare for the worst. Even if they couldn't save anyone, they had to ensure that everyone could retreat safely.

After all, rescuing people was just a side quest. Chu Xingchen wasn't kind enough to risk his disciples' lives for strangers.

However, speaking of bad luck, Chu Xingchen glanced at Li Yingling, who was drinking chicken soup.

My first disciple had the "Fortunate Luck" attribute, but after spending considerable time with her, I hadn't noticed any particularly good luck, nor had I seen her stumble upon any ancient treasures while walking.

Even going out to hunt a wild chicken ended up looking like she had been beaten by the wild.

Could it be that my own bad luck neutralized hers?

Sensing her master's gaze, Li Yingling put down her bowl and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Yingling, how do you think your luck is?" Chu Xingchen asked with a smile.

Li Yingling tilted her head slightly, recalling, "It's okay, I guess."

Since there was nothing else to do at the moment, why not test what her "okay" luck really meant!

Chu Xingchen took out two dice cups from his spatial ring.

When it comes to luck, nothing is more straightforward than this.

Chu Xingchen handed one of the dice cups to Li Yingling. "Want to play? See who rolls higher?"

"I'm not very good at this... There's no punishment for losing, right?" Li Yingling asked cautiously while shaking the dice cup.

Pulling out a half-burned piece of firewood from the fire, Chu Xingchen waved the charred end. "Lose, and you get a mark."

Li Yingling's eyes lit up at his words. After all, she was still in her youthful stage and naturally had a keen interest in such activities. However, she carefully checked both dice cups and dice to ensure her master wasn't cheating.

The competition between master and disciple began quickly.

Li Yingling shook the dice cup vigorously, muttering something under her breath, then slammed it down on the dining table with a forceful motion.

She looked at Chu Xingchen with sharp eyes, as if victory was assured.

Chu Xingchen maintained a calm exterior but was highly alert inside, as he hadn't cheated this time. After carefully shaking his dice cup, they both slowly revealed their results.

Li Yingling's dice showed six, six, five.

Chu Xingchen's dice showed six, six, six.

"Master! Did you use spiritual power to cheat?!"

Faced with this unbelievable result, Li Yingling looked at him with suspicion!

"No cheating," Chu Xingchen was equally surprised by the outcome. Li Yingling, who had the "Fortunate Luck" attribute, lost to him in a dice game?

But since Li Yingling's doubtful gaze hadn't faded, Chu Xingchen suggested, "Then let Ning Qianqian roll for me."

Ning Qianqian, who was enjoying her soup, put down her bowl and looked at the dice cup nervously. "I-I don't know how to play."

Li Yingling handed the dice cup to Ning Qianqian, unwilling to let her master roll again.

"Just shake it casually."

Ning Qianqian glanced at Chu Xingchen, who nodded in agreement, and then casually shook the dice cup before placing it on the table.

Li Yingling's confidence soared. As long as her master didn't cheat, her luck should be enough to paint her master's entire face black.

The earlier round was just a humble gesture. Ever since she was young, she had never lost a game involving luck!

Growing up, she had amassed quite a bit of loose silver from small games, making those from the main family avoid her.

Now, Li Yingling was brimming with confidence, declaring, "The previous round doesn't count! Now it officially starts."

About ten minutes later.

Li Yingling sat in the chair, her face covered in black marks, seemingly pondering life.

Because for the entire ten minutes, she hadn't won a single round! Even when she managed to roll three sixes, Ning Qianqian could casually match it with three sixes as well.

At first, she thought her master had tampered with the dice cup, but even after switching, nothing changed.

This was her first time losing so miserably. And judging by her master's expression, it seemed he hadn't cheated either.

Several branches used for marking faces lay discarded on the ground, casually tossed aside by Chu Xingchen.

Chu Xingchen didn't have a single mark on his face, and he looked at Li Yingling with equal confusion.

Could Li Yingling's "Fortunate Luck" attribute be fake?

How could she not win a single round? Chu Xingchen glanced at Ning Qianqian, who didn't have any luck-boosting attributes either.

Could my luck be overwhelming Li Yingling's?

But recalling the events when I first arrived in this world, Chu Xingchen quickly dismissed the thought.

Back then, I was so unlucky that even drinking cold water would get me choked.

This "Fortunate Luck" must be triggered in different circumstances, right?

With her face still covered in black marks, Li Yingling stood up, looking at her master with a gloomy expression. It wasn't that she couldn't accept losing; it was just frustrating.

"Master, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Over the past two days, Li Yingling had almost finished setting up her small room, located in a sheltered spot near the ruined temple.

Chu Xingchen waved goodbye to Li Yingling.

Ning Qianqian, still holding the dice cup, cautiously asked, "Master, did you really not cheat?"

"No," Chu Xingchen replied, pointing to the bed Li Yingling initially lay on. "Tonight, you sleep on that bed."

The partition hadn't been moved, and Li Xingtian had probably been sleeping on my bed.

Since Li Xingtian needed to train harder recently, he shouldn't sleep, or he could continue sleeping at the back.

As a master, I couldn't possibly sleep at the back, right?

Ning Qianqian didn't say anything. She placed the dice cup back on the table and obediently returned to the partitioned bed as instructed.

After putting everything away, Chu Xingchen lay back on his bed and closed his eyes to nourish his spirit.