I’ll Take That Opportunity Chapter 39 - Tang Xue

"Alright then, but may I know your name?" Tang Xue asked politely, studying the young man before her. Something told her he wasn’t as simple as he seemed.

"Me? I’m Wang Fugui, just an ordinary mortal." Ye Lin replied, scratching his nose.

"Is that so? Alright then." Tang Xue gave a slight nod, then turned to browse through some trinkets on display.

Ye Lin glanced at her, and a transparent panel appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Tang Xue]

[Cultivation base: 7th layer Qi Refinement]

[Fate grade: green]

[Fate trait: Continuous Good Luck, Super Accurate Intuition]

[Fate prediction: upon leaving Huangjin City, you will be ambushed by deviant cultivators and killed brutally.]

[Upcoming opportunity: in the southeast corner of Predestination Treasure Emporium, you will discover a small, exquisite jade box. Inside is a low-grade mystic-tier Bloodburst Pill. Taking it will temporarily triple your strength, but leave you extremely weak for one month afterward.]

[Continuous Good Luck: you are naturally blessed with good fortune. Those who remain close to you are subtly influenced, sharing in your good luck.]

[Super Accurate Intuition: your intuition is exceptionally sharp, often revealing the truth behind hidden motives and unseen events.]

Ye Lin shook his head. This didn’t concern him.

Still, the Bloodburst Pill was a rare treasure. Tripling one’s strength, even temporarily, was no joke. Ye Lin estimated that with it, he could match an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He strolled toward the southeast corner and immediately spotted a small jade box sitting near the edge of a table. He picked it up.

"How much for this?"

"Ah, honored customer! You’ve got a sharp eye!" The shopkeeper said with exaggerated enthusiasm, "This came from an ancient ruin—never even opened! No one knows what kind of treasure is inside. A mere 100 silver taels, and it’s yours."

Ye Lin raised an eyebrow. The box was covered in dust, clearly neglected for some time.

He said nothing, but his eyes wandered. At the very back of the table, he noticed a shabby vase. Curious, he moved the table slightly and picked it up.

A surge of excitement filled him, “This is it.”

Amidst all the ornate vases in the shop, only this one matched the description from the panel.

"Boss, I’ll take both. How much?"

"Altogether, 100 taels. I’ll throw in that vase for free." Wang Guofu said, glancing at the shabby vase in Ye Lin’s hand.

The vase looked worthless; instead of tossing it, he might as well give it away.

"50 taels." Ye Lin replied flatly, "Otherwise, I’m walking."

He sneered inwardly, “Talk about a rip-off.”

Just then, the young man called from the entrance, "Junior Disciple Sister, it’s time to go. We need to report back to the sect."

The young man had been silent until now, exuding a heroic presence.

Ye Lin looked him over with interest, “Could he be a personal disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?”

Another panel appeared.

[Name: Cao Ze]

[Cultivation base: 7th layer Qi Refinement]

[Fate grade: white (ordinary)]

[Fate trait: none]

[Fate prediction: on the return journey to the Heavenly Sword Sect, you will be brutally killed by deviant cultivators.]

[Upcoming opportunity: none]

Ye Lin was speechless, “So he’s just a weakling playing the hero.”

“Alright, fine. Since you have a predetermined connection with these two items, I’ll give you a deal—50 taels.” Wang Guofu finally agreed, feigning reluctance.

Ye Lin reached into his robes, then froze. Once again, he had no money.

He’d given all his money to Wang Laoliu earlier. Now, he didn’t have a single silver tael—or even a Spirit Stone—on him. A wave of frustration hit him.

“What? No money?”

Wang Fugui stared at him with a strange expression, thinking to himself, “Why come to the Predestination Treasure Emporium with empty pockets? To stir trouble?”

“Boss—”

“We don’t do credit.” Wang Fugui cut Ye Lin off and reached to snatch the items from his hands.

But just then, a silver ingot flashed before his eyes.

“I’ll pay for him.”

Ye Lin looked up to see Tang Xue standing before him.

“Next time, bring money when you go out. You might not bump into me again.” She said with a sweet smile, then turned and followed Cao Ze outside.

“You brat. Pretending to be rich with nothing in your pockets? Get lost.” Wang Fugui scoffed, pocketing the silver.

Ye Lin quietly stored the treasures into his Interspatial Ring and followed after Tang Xue.

“I took your opportunity, yet you still paid for me. In that case… I’ll repay you with your life. Then we’ll be even.”

Wang Fugui stood frozen, staring at Ye Lin’s back, his mouth agape.

“An… an Interspatial Ring?”

His face drained of color, and he staggered back, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, trembling.

“I… I looked down on someone with an Interspatial Ring? A real cultivator? I won’t live much longer… I’m done for…”

Outside the city, Tang Xue was skipping behind Cao Ze.

“Junior Disciple Sister, why’d you pay for that guy back there?”

“No real reason. I just liked the look of him.”

Cao Ze could only sigh. Tang Xue’s lighthearted nature had long made her the source of joy for the Heavenly Sword Sect’s outer disciples.

After walking about a thousand meters, Cao Ze’s expression suddenly darkened.

“Junior Disciple Sister, stop.” He frowned and said sharply.

Tang Xue paused and turned, confused. “What’s wrong, Senior Disciple Brother?”

“Something’s off…” Cao Ze scanned the barren surroundings and slowly drew the sword from his back.

“Heh… what a beauty. I’ve never seen one like this before.” Came a voice from nearby.

Three men in black emerged from the brush, eyes fixed on Tang Xue with lustful grins.

“Senior Disciple Brother…” Tang Xue grew nervous, slowly stepping behind Cao Ze.

“Sirs, there’s no grudge between my Junior Disciple Sister, myself, and you… right?” Cao Ze slowly backed away.

“You don’t need to know. Just kill him.”

One of the men suddenly lunged, his right hand forming a claw as it shot toward Cao Ze.

“8th layer Qi Refinement?” Cao Ze’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, he fished out a pill from his sleeve and swallowed it.

“Junior Disciple Sister… I’m sorry.” He grabbed Tang Xue’s shoulder and flung her behind him, then bolted forward, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

“Heh! Spineless. Just as expected, righteous sects are all bark and no backbone.” One of the men in black sneered, grabbing Tang Xue’s shoulder.

“H-How could this be…?” Tang Xue stood frozen in disbelief, unable to accept that her senior disciple brother, who had always treated her so kindly, would abandon her and run.

“Little girl, since your senior disciple brother ran off, why don’t us big brothers keep you company… and have a little fun?”

“Hehehe…”