258: Chapter 258 The Luck on Maitreya

After sending Princess Longji away, Yaochi turned her head and gazed at the towering and solemn Lingxiao Palace, sighing softly, "Haotian... next, it depends on how you handle this chess game played by the Human Race Emperor."

As her words faded, her figure transformed into specks of starlight and dissipated beside the Heavenly Pool.

Meanwhile, at the God of Wealth Palace.

As the hub governing the wealth Luck of the Primordial World, it was usually radiant with golden light, and the desks were piled high with Jade Slips containing wealth-related prayers from various living beings and traditions.

Maitreya had just returned from Lingxiao Palace and sat on his throne, feeling somewhat exhausted.

His usually smiling, plump face was now long, and he couldn't help but complain, "I really don't have a moment of leisure. I thought I could have a few days of peace after returning from eliminating demons, but as soon as I got back, it was Your Majesty's interrogation, followed by mountains of official documents. Do they really think this Daoist is made of iron?"

Muttering to himself, he casually grabbed a scroll of Karma and wealth accounts and began to process official business absentmindedly.

"However..." The immortal brush in Maitreya's hand paused slightly, and his brows furrowed tightly.

His mind was not on these accounts, but on the matter of the Western Sect's compensation that he had heard about earlier outside the South Heaven Gate.

It was said that his two Saint teachers seemed to have suffered a loss in their game against the Human Race Emperor, ceding and compensating a large amount of Luck to the Human Race.

With the Foundation of the Western Sect and his own Dao path at stake, how could Maitreya sit still?

He took a deep breath, then diverted a sliver of his consciousness to sense the Luck of the Western Sect within his Primordial Spirit.

As a Personal Disciple of the Western Sect, he carried a heavy burden of the sect's Luck.

If the Western Sect's Luck suffered a major loss, he, as a Disciple, would be the first to bear the brunt, and his own Luck would shrink.

He discovered that his ocean of Luck remained as solid as before, surrounded by auspicious clouds and radiant with golden light; it had not decreased by even the slightest bit!

"Strange... Wasn't it said that Luck was paid out? Why don't I feel anything?"

Maitreya withdrew his consciousness, his eyes filled with confusion.

At his Realm, even a slight adjustment in Luck would be perceptible, yet the Western Sect's Luck remained unchanged; it didn't look like they had suffered a massive loss at all.

Could it be... that what was heard at the South Heaven Gate was fake news?

His Dao body continued to process official business, but the diverted sliver of consciousness entered a state of contemplation.

"Impossible, news at that level is never baseless. But if compensation was truly paid, where did the missing Luck come from to replenish it? It couldn't be that the two teachers conjured it out of thin air..."

For a long time, Maitreya still had no clue.

"Forget it, since I can't figure it out, I might as well ask those below."

No sooner said than done, Maitreya immediately invoked the authority of the God of Wealth and notified his subordinate deities.

In just a moment, the doors of the God of Wealth Palace were pushed open.

Several subordinate deities, wearing robes adorned with coins and exuding strong wealth Luck, walked in quickly.

These people were all Cultivators from the Western Sect who had taken up posts in the Heavenly Court, and they usually followed Maitreya's lead in everything.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!" everyone bowed in succession.

Maitreya waved his hand, signaling them to sit, then set up a sound-proof barrier and asked directly:

"Have you heard the rumors spreading wildly outside the South Heaven Gate today? Regarding the matter of the two teachers losing in the game against the Human Race Emperor and compensating the Human Race with a large amount of Luck... is it true?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the subordinate deities below exchanged glances, their faces showing bitterness and heaviness.

One of the Disciples sighed and nodded first to confirm:

"Reporting to Senior Brother, this matter... is absolutely true. It is said that the two Saint teachers lost in a battle of magic against the Human Race Emperor, and to settle the Karma, they had to cede a portion of the Western Sect's Luck as compensation."

"Now, I fear that all the powerful beings in the entire Primordial World have seen it; it cannot be false."

Seeing them so certain, Maitreya's confusion not only remained unresolved but deepened.

He slapped the desk, his eyes full of confusion:

"Wait! Since the Western Sect's Luck has decreased, why have I not felt even the slightest decrease in the sect's Luck that I enjoy?! What on earth is going on?"

"Ah?!"

Hearing this from Maitreya, the several Western Sect Disciples below instantly lost their composure; some even exclaimed out loud, staring wide-eyed at Maitreya.

"Senior Brother... you actually didn't feel it?!" That Disciple's voice was trembling,

"We... we have truly and clearly felt it all these days!"

Another person hurriedly agreed, tugging at his own sleeve with a pale face:

"Yes, Senior Brother! Ever since that decree for compensation was set, we have felt our Primordial Spirits stir, and the sect's Luck above our heads has shrunk by nearly ten percent! Even our comprehension of the Law has become more obscure during cultivation."

Maitreya looked at the panicked crowd, who did not seem to be faking it, his brows furrowed into a knot as he slowly shook his head:

"Indeed, I have not. My ocean of Luck is calm, and there is even a newly condensed Karma Golden Lotus faintly gestating. This is definitely not an illusion."

The God of Wealth Palace suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The subordinates looked at each other, and an absurd yet extremely reasonable guess gradually emerged in everyone's mind.

The missing Luck wouldn't be replenished out of thin air, especially since the ordinary Disciples below had suffered a major loss.

"Could it be..." Maitreya himself also realized it.

Could it be... that the two teachers, seeing him work tirelessly for the Western Sect and endure the pressure of the Heavenly Court to transport a large amount of 'corruptly obtained' resources, felt sorry for him in their hearts?

So when the sect's Luck decreased, they specifically ceded a portion of their own Luck to him?!

Just to prevent his Luck from decreasing, which would lead to a decrease in his cultivation speed?

The more Maitreya thought about it, the more he felt this possibility was extremely high!

You must know, in these years, he had been working diligently for the Heavenly Court, even doing work that didn't belong to him, such as eliminating demons and defending the Dao.

It was just to make up for the resources he had embezzled...

"The two teachers... really, are too good!"

The Western Sect Disciples below watched the rapid changes on Maitreya's face, and finally, seeing him faintly reveal a look of being moved, they curiously asked in a low voice:

"Senior Brother... have you thought of something?"

Maitreya woke up instantly. Looking at the few Disciples below, he brushed them off: "Nothing... I just figured out the reason why my Luck didn't flow away."

"What reason?" everyone below asked curiously.

"Your Majesty saw that I had merit and gave me a raise!"

Maitreya naturally would not let some small Disciples know about some inside information; this was not conducive to unity.

"Ah?!"

"Ah what? Go back to work!"

"Understood..."

Although their hearts were full of curiosity, since Maitreya wouldn't say, they didn't dare to ask; they could only bury their curiosity in their hearts and slowly withdraw from the God of Wealth Palace.