226: Chapter 222 Opening Someone Else's Treasure Chest
Using others' treasure chests to open Gold Tier exotic items was akin to pulling wool from the Magic Sea, which was likely the reason he had sensed a faint malice from the Magic Sea through the Power of Causality before, ultimately choosing to stop and seal it away.
The Dao of Hiding endures.
When facing an existence stronger than oneself, being steady is a good strategy.
But when necessary, taking a calculated risk is also a sign of decisiveness.
So... whose should he open?
Just find a random one? Or find an acquaintance?
Yang Hang pondered for a moment, a white light flashed in his eyes, and he made his decision.
President Lu Xingye.
The reason was simple.
First, she was one of the people he had exchanged treasure chests with the first time, and it would be more convenient to exchange with her again.
Second, he could consider himself an acquaintance of hers.
Third, she was the president of the God-Seeing Society, the biggest fan club on his Fate Platform; since they were so enthusiastic, he would consider it a little payback.
Of course, the biggest reason was simply that it was convenient.
Her treasure chest for today hadn't dropped yet.
If nothing went wrong, it was time left for him.
The Power of Causality circulated slightly. Yang Hang checked President Lu Xingye's current status again.
President Lu Xingye was in a meeting, discussing the details of participating in tomorrow's "Yanhuang Civilization Acid Rain Season Joint Conference."
Yang Hang's consciousness entered the Fate Platform, and he casually created an unnamed account, leaving the name as is and using a string of digital code as the ID.
He used this account to connect to President Lu Xingye's account and sent her a private message.
"I have something to discuss with you. Sorry to interrupt your meeting, but could you enter the Farm Realm? If it's convenient, I'll wait for you at your farm for a while."
After sending it, Yang Hang entered the Farm Realm first.
With a flash of consciousness, the deck beneath his feet turned into soft soil.
The sky in the Farm Realm was now a warm yellow, as the last rays of sunlight before dusk blanketed the entire world. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of grass and soil brushed against his face.
Yang Hang opened the teleportation map and found the cursor for President Lu Xingye's farm.
A slightly larger Level 2 light spot.
Teleport.
A white light flashed, and he appeared in front of a Level 2 farm with a neat fence.
Yang Hang raised an eyebrow.
It was unexpectedly exquisite.
The wooden fence was painted a pale green, with the top of each post carved into a spherical shape. The vegetable plot was divided into six neat rectangular sections, each with a handwritten label — "Cabbage Area," "Tomato Area," "Potato Area." The handwriting was rounded and cute, with a smiley face drawn at the end.
The chicken coop was built on the east side of the farm, enclosed in a semi-circle with tightly woven vines, with hay spread on the ground. Three hens were clucking inside, scratching for food.
The farmhouse was a small wood and stone structure, with a string of dried corn cobs hanging by the door and a pot of unknown small yellow flowers on the windowsill.
Yang Hang pushed open the gate of the fence and entered.
In the yard, a big yellow dog was dozing on the ground. Hearing the movement, it suddenly raised its head, its amber eyes staring straight at the newcomer.
The instinct of a guard dog drove it to arch its back, a low growl rolling from its throat —
Then it stopped.
The big yellow dog's pupils constricted. Its arched back collapsed. Its perked-up ears softened. Its tail began to wag frantically.
It whimpered, its entire body almost rolling as it threw itself at Yang Hang's feet, its nose nudging his calf, its tail wagging so hard its whole rear end was shaking.
Yang Hang squatted down.
"Good boy."
He reached out and rubbed the big yellow dog's head. The fur under his palm was soft and warm.
The guard dog narrowed its eyes in comfort, a satisfied purr-like sound coming from its throat.
In the Farm Realm, as long as he wished, all living things had a natural affinity for him, the creator of the Farm Realm.
This did not require him to intentionally set anything; it was the result of the Power of Causality permeating every inch of soil in this virtual land.
Yang Hang stood up and patted the big yellow dog's head. "Take me around."
The big yellow dog wagged its tail and ran ahead, leading Yang Hang on a tour around the Level 2 farm.
— — On the other side.
God-Seeing Society temporary meeting room.
President Lu Xingye sat at the head of the long table, the life ring projection in front of her covered with the draft agenda for tomorrow's conference. Zhang Chengming and Zhao Kang sat on either side, with the rest of the core members of the God-Seeing Society seated around them.
"... Therefore, my suggestion is that during tomorrow's conference, the focus of the God-Seeing Society's speech should be placed on the core argument of 'The Fate Master's Will.'" Zhang Chengming pushed up his glasses, his speaking pace steady. "The matter of the Revival Society inviting representatives from outside civilizations has already caused an uproar in the Symphony Realm. We cannot stand on the opposite side of the Revival Society, but we also cannot —"
"Buzz."
The life ring on President Lu Xingye's wrist vibrated.
She glanced at it subconsciously.
Private message notification.
She initially wanted to ignore it and continue listening to Zhang Chengming's analysis. But the vibration on her wrist didn't stop — it wasn't a normal message notification, but a vibration frequency at the "Special Concern" level.
President Lu Xingye was stunned for a moment.
She had quite a few people on her "Special Concern" list.
Zhao Kang, Zhang Chengming, as well as several high-level officials from the Revival Society and a few people from her own combat squad.
She was currently in a God-Seeing Society meeting; this "Special Concern" naturally couldn't be Zhao Kang or Zhang Chengming. Was it someone from the Revival Society or her own combat squad?
Filled with doubt, she tapped to view it and was instantly stunned.
She saw a strange account with a default gray-white Fate Platform avatar and an ID consisting only of a string of numbers, which had somehow ended up in her "Special Concern" list.
Was this message sent by this strange account?
President Lu Xingye's first thought was whether someone on her "Special Concern" list had changed their avatar and ID.
But when she doubtfully tapped open the private message box.
A single line of text.
"I have something to discuss with you. Sorry to interrupt your meeting, but could you enter the Farm Realm? If it's convenient, I'll wait for you at your farm for a while."
President Lu Xingye stared at this message.
She stared for three seconds.
Her brain raced.
Who would send her this kind of message at this time?
And use this kind of tone?
Was this really a name change by a friend on her "Special Concern" list?
And the number of "Special Concern" contacts, which was ten, was now eleven!
This account was more like... a temporarily generated account.
And it even knew she was in a meeting right now?
President Lu Xingye's pupils constricted.
"President? What's wrong?" Zhao Kang noticed her abnormality and asked.
"Your expression doesn't look right." Zhang Chengming also frowned.
President Lu Xingye opened her mouth and said hesitantly.
"I received a private message... from a strange account... asking if I could interrupt the meeting and enter the Farm Realm, saying they would wait for me at my farm."
The meeting room went quiet for a moment.
"What kind of account? Are crop thieves so arrogant now?" Zhao Kang asked with wide eyes.
President Lu Xingye did not answer.
She slammed the table, and her chair slid back half a meter.
"Meeting suspended!"
"President —"
No explanation. No extra words.
President Lu Xingye sprang from her seat, turned, and rushed out of the meeting room door.
The sound of her footsteps echoed hurriedly down the hallway, growing further and further away.
The meeting room was dead silent.
Zhao Kang stood there with his mouth open, staring blankly at Zhang Chengming.
"Brother Zhang... what's up with the President?"
Zhang Chengming did not answer immediately.
He lowered his head, his brows locked tightly.
A strange account.
Knew they were in a meeting.
Asked the President to find him.
The President's abnormal reaction...
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Zhang Chengming's expression changed drastically.
He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, his chair falling to the ground with a loud crash.
Everyone was startled.
Zhang Chengming's lips trembled slightly, golden light of excitement bursting from his eyes, and four words were squeezed out from between his teeth —
"The Fate Master!!!"