422: Chapter 422 A Person Favored by Heaven

Third Brother Chen pushed the door open and entered, then closed it behind him. He was cautious throughout the entire process, even intentionally controlling his breathing.

Zhou Yan did not speak; he was waiting for Third Brother Chen to take the initiative. Since he had come here at this time, he definitely had a specific purpose.

As expected, after a moment of silence, Third Brother Chen dropped directly to his knees and kowtowed, his head hitting the floor with a thud.

He then began to kowtow incessantly. The skin on his forehead was already broken, and blood flowed down his forehead to the tip of his nose, yet he continued to kowtow without saying a single word.

"Just playing the victim without explaining the reason makes kowtowing until death meaningless. After all, you've seen it—no matter how many injuries you've suffered, with a wave of my hand, what difference is there between you and someone uninjured?"

Third Brother Chen's small movements and physical condition were naturally laid bare under his Divine Sense.

Back in the cave, he had already detected the golden needle held in the other's palm, as well as the fact that there were quite a few of these golden needles inside his body.

Through a simple analysis, it could be deduced that this golden needle was equivalent to a first-rank Medium Grade creation, which was something at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage level.

If this truly was the ancient era, then converted over, it should also be equivalent to a good item at the Core Formation level.

Not to look too far, but just within this city, he could be considered a top-tier 'Wealth-Distributing Boy.'

The three Cultivators in this city who were similar to Old Method Core Formation would probably fight until their brains spilled out for him.

A pitiful young slave, carrying a heavy treasure, burdened with deep-seated hatred—this protagonist panel was practically screaming to be noticed.

Especially being saved by a powerhouse like himself, it was clear his Luck was quite good.

But Zhou Yan had just landed and didn't understand this world well enough yet. If the world tried to ramp up the intensity right from the start, then the local protagonist would be giving him too little Face.

A bit of blood clung to Third Brother Chen's eyelashes, blurring his vision, but his fists remained tightly clenched, his tensed hands trembling slightly.

Finally, he took a deep breath. He did not stand up, remaining in a kneeling position, but he straightened his back perfectly.

"I beg the Immortal to take action and lend me a hand!"

"As long as the Immortal can help me this once, I am willing to dedicate my entire being to the Immortal. Even if the Immortal asks me to die, I will not hesitate!"

After saying this, Third Brother Chen was about to start kowtowing again.

But he suddenly found his body frozen, unable to move.

"I told you, talking about anything else is meaningless. If there's something, just say it. What's with all the whining for a grown man? You didn't seem this dawdling before."

Third Brother Chen was stunned; he hadn't expected the Immortal's personality to be like this.

He had seen Immortals in the past, and although most were eccentric, they were all very aloof toward Mortals.

He had originally thought Zhou Yan was only being relatively peaceful toward them because he was hiding his identity, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

Third Brother Chen first weighed his words, then finally explained his situation euphemistically.

"I was originally from a wealthy family; we even had an Immortal emerge from our household."

"But then the family suffered a sudden disaster. The original Chen family is now gone, leaving only me alive."

"Originally, I was overly ambitious and harbored hatred, wanting to seek revenge, but you have seen the result."

"This world is too treacherous. Once a person loses their status, it is almost impossible to rise again, let alone for a young man like me. That is how I eventually fell to the point of becoming a slave."

"I thought my life would end there. I even thought about ending myself during a spare moment, not wanting to Face this world anymore."

"But that hatred is forever etched in my heart and cannot be uprooted. I can never forget that day, so I kept living, searching for a way to break the deadlock. Even if it meant being a slave, I had to survive as long as possible!"

"I know that the Immortal saving me was already an act of great mercy, and I shouldn't make more requests."

"But I have one last bit of leverage—my own Physique!"

"I have a special Physique!"

"The bones in my body contain golden threads. It's just that because I was heavily injured, the golden threads were completely shattered, becoming individual golden needles."

"I don't know what these things signify or what my Physique is, but I know these broken golden needles still possess extraordinary lethality. They can even injure an Immortal, making their magical power temporarily unusable."

"If the Immortal needs them, you may take them all. I only beg that the Immortal be willing to help afterward and avenge me!"

After saying this, Third Brother Chen felt the power restricting him disappear.

Just as he thought Zhou Yan would agree, Zhou Yan didn't speak but instead beckoned him over.

Third Brother Chen took a deep breath, finally stood up, stepped forward quickly, and knelt before Zhou Yan again.

Zhou Yan didn't say much, simply placing a palm on Third Brother Chen's shoulder.

Feeling a surge of power enter his body, Third Brother Chen felt some fear, but it was quickly suppressed by his hatred.

He didn't know if the Cultivator in front of him would show greed because of his Physique.

After all, he had nothing left; he was like a child holding a gold ingot—it could be snatched away with just a little effort.

But this was the only thing he had left. The person before him clearly looked extraordinary, a standout among Immortals, possessing that level of power.

As long as he could somehow persuade him to act, perhaps he could get his revenge.

If the other party only snatched his things without helping him, he would accept it.

After all, to meet someone of this level, his Luck must have run out. He had to consider whether this was the only chance in his life.

Soon, a sharp pain arrived, as if all the golden needles in his body were changing.

As expected, were they being snatched away after all?

It seems for someone like me, life can only be like this.

Third Brother Chen closed his eyes and waited for death, but after a while, nothing followed. He could only carefully open his eyes, only to find Zhou Yan picking up a pastry nearby, eating it while watching him.

With Zhou Yan's back to the balcony and the sunlight shining behind him, he appeared incredibly divine, his eyes sparkling even more brightly.

"You... what is this?"

Zhou Yan propped up his chin, continuously popping pastries into his mouth.

To be honest, these pastries were indeed quite good—plenty of filling and great flavor, at least at a level four standard.

However, Zhou Yan's gaze remained unchanged; he was weighing the pros and cons.

Zhou Yan didn't care much for Third Brother Chen's Physique. Although it was a bit strange for golden threads to grow on bones, the quality of the golden threads was too poor.

He had a pile of Dragon blood and Dragon meat stored in his inventory; how could he be lacking in these things?

The reason he had grabbed the other's body was to use Python Swallow Dragon to confirm something.

And the result was already very obvious: this kid was blessed with Luck, and his fate was not low.

Through the feedback from Python Swallow Dragon, Zhou Yan could see that the color of the other's fate was green.

This was mentioned in the manual for Python Swallow Dragon.

Purple was generally a color possessed by leaders, while a Child of Destiny like Long Tianxing was golden.

Green represented being favored by Heaven's Will, indicating that this kid was at least a child of destiny.

Zhou Yan had never actually seen the status of a child of destiny before, but he had seen entries of this type.

What was certain was that among Wang Yao, Xiao Sheng, Xuanyuan Qingyao, and Bai Ling, two of them were likely Children of Mandate.

Zhou Yan's initial guess was Wang Yao and Bai Ling.

So originally, Zhou Yan wanted to see if someone who looked so much like a protagonist actually had the destiny of a protagonist.

As it turned out, he really had struck gold with something extraordinary.

If the other's Luck had been small, there would likely be fewer troubles. Once he settled down and confirmed his own situation, Zhou Yan might have helped him in passing. After all, they were destined to meet, and it wasn't a big deal.

But this fate was hard to say.

Favored by Heaven's Will... should I get involved?

Zhou Yan had finished the pastries and tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, falling into thought. This also brought immense pressure to Third Brother Chen.

He could feel that the Immortal before him was weighing the pros and cons. Similarly, during his days as a slave, he had learned a bit about reading people's expressions.

He could tell that the other party had zero interest in his Physique, so he was now incredibly nervous. Whether his life could be turned around likely depended on this one moment.

Favored by Heaven's Will—this thing was hard to predict.

It was different from a Child of Destiny. If a Child of Destiny was a pure cheater, then a child of destiny really just depended on the Heavens' mood.

What if this kid was destined for a life of toil, a protagonist of a tragedy?

Zhou Yan glanced at the System panel again; there were still over ninety hours until the update.

If this truly was the era of Old Method, according to unofficial historical records, there were accounts of Soul Transformation Cultivators whipping Void Refining ones like tops. In that case, I should at least be a second-tier talent right now.

If he really was a protagonist, the troubles he encountered in the early stages shouldn't be too great.

But what if there are still Immortals in this era? Won't I become the one being whipped like a top?

Not to mention, there's no one to bail me out in this era.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Yan finally made a decision.

"Your Physique—I just helped you repair it. I'm not interested in the things inside your body."

"Now, tell me about your family background and the trouble you've encountered. After you finish, I'll ask and you'll answer. Do you understand?"

Third Brother Chen's eyes lit up, realizing there might be hope, and he nodded quickly.

He was about to speak when Zhou Yan stopped him, gesturing for him to sit down and take his time.

Meanwhile, outside the Heaven Room Number One, Wu Dahai was sticking his rear out, trying to peek through the door crack. Finding he couldn't see anything, he pressed his ear against it instead.

He stayed like that for fifteen minutes, hearing nothing and seeing nothing.

If he didn't know that Third Brother Chen had entered the Heaven Room Number One and hadn't come out or climbed out the window, he would have truly thought the other had already fled.