Divine Lucky Star

Wang Hao couldn't help but lament. At that moment, his entire body was enveloped in black aura, which had already undergone a qualitative change. The black aura swirling around his body looked almost like a suit of armor, seeming to flow like liquid, yet when Wang Hao touched it, he could clearly feel how solid it was.

His body had also gained tremendous strength. Wang Hao couldn't yet conclude exactly how much stronger he had become but, if he were to draw a comparison with the superheroes from the movies and TV shows he had watched, his physical strength now seemed to be on par with that of Captain America.

Damn, this definitely is a rebel-against-heaven kind of trend!

"Phew..." Wang Hao took a deep breath, then said, "The feeling is really incredible. To think there would be such benefits..."

While experiencing the strength of his body, Wang Hao also furrowed his brows.

In principle, "superhumans" like him shouldn't exist in this world. However, the roll of the dice indicated a clear intention. Why he could transform in this way, or why many things in this world were different from the original world, were very peculiar.

In his original world, such obvious evolution was certainly impossible. Although Feng Shui did exist, it clearly didn't have the same pronounced effect as here.

It seems like something must have happened to this world...

"What on earth happened?" Wang Hao pondered with a frown, but after a long while, he still couldn't figure it out.

His contemplation lasted over an hour and by the time he snapped back to reality, it was already seven or eight in the evening.

The wind started blowing.

A strong wind, very refreshing. But within this gust of wind, Wang Hao distinctly felt something quite unusual.

"Wait, something's off about this wind!" Wang Hao stood up and looked around. As expected, the others had also gathered around. Zhang Chu said, "Master Wang, there was something off about that gust of wind just now, it chilled me to the bone. It was a coldness that seemed to emanate from the marrow, definitely not normal."

The rest of the group nodded in agreement: "Indeed, something was definitely amiss with that wind, it was bone-chillingly cold."

"Alright, let me check," Wang Hao said as he closed his eyes to feel more carefully, then suddenly opened them: "It's a chilling wind! The wind is mixed with a large amount of Yin energy. Someone is casting spells nearby!"

Someone was casting spells!

Who could it be that would cast spells in such a place? And from that sudden surge of Yin energy, this was no ordinary spell!

The group exchanged looks, and without further thought, nodded to each other and began tracking the presence of Yin energy.

The trail led them through mountainous paths and brambles. Following the mountain road downhill, they quickly reached a cobblestone path, passed through a patch of withered flowers, and when they arrived at their destination, they all inhaled sharply at what lay before them.

Before the group was an abandoned old mansion, so dilapidated it was hardly recognizable. It was unclear who the previous owner of the mansion was, but judging by its size, the owner must have been quite a wealthy and influential figure; it was a mystery why it had been abandoned.

At that moment, Little Zhang, one of the villagers, also arrived on the scene. Upon seeing the mansion, he was momentarily stunned.

"Is this... Commander Zhao's former residence?" Little Zhang looked puzzled, lowering his voice, "Master Wang, you said that the chilly wind is coming from here?"

"Yes, this is the place," Wang Hao and the others crouched in an inconspicuous corner, Wang Hao whispered, "Who exactly is this Commander Zhao?"

Little Zhang was a character who had stayed in the village for generations and was quite familiar with the surrounding environment; he explained to Wang Hao, "Commander Zhao was a bandit leader after the founding war of the country. Back in the day, he was also a local tyrant around here. It is said that when this mansion was constructed, a Feng Shui Master was consulted, and this location was praised as a perfect foundation for a Yang Mansion. However, something peculiar happened during the construction. There was an old well in one corner of the courtyard, and the Feng Shui Master said that the well was quite strange. However, he was vague about what exactly was strange about it. He only warned Commander Zhao not to disturb the well and to let it remain in the courtyard. Over time, he said, the well would bring blessings."

"Is that so?" Wang Hao touched his chin, "And then what happened?"

"That Feng Shui Master had a big reputation back then," Little Zhang continued, "out of respect for him, Commander Zhao followed his advice without question. After the mansion was completed, before the Zhao family could even hold their housewarming banquet, the old Feng Shui Master, over eighty years old, fell ill and soon after, he died. But after the death of the Feng Shui Master, it seemed like things turned around for Commander Zhao's family; everything went smoothly for them. Commander Zhao's fortunes skyrocketed, and whenever he thought of the Feng Shui Master's words, he believed the man was nothing short of a deity. Once the Zhao family's mansion was built, his blessings started to come, and his good luck simply wouldn't stop. However, later on..."

Everyone asked in unison, "What happened later?"

"After about ten years of good fortune," Little Zhang mentioned with an obvious shiver, "suddenly, one year, starting with the old patriarch down to Commander Zhao's youngest son, within that year, the entire family died off in various ways. Because of that incident, this courtyard was completely abandoned, and people from the village dared not take half a step towards it."

The entire household wiped out in a year? How brutal!

Everyone felt a chill running down their spine, their intuition telling them that there was definitely something eerie about this place.

"Wang Hao," Bai Yaning shrunk behind Wang Hao, whispering, "I feel there's something odd about this place, should we..."

"Let's go in and take a look!" Wang Hao spoke firmly, "That yin energy in the air earlier wasn't right. Since we're here, we have to go and check it out."

He was now bold due to his skill; the fierce energy from Bai Qi's sword had been absorbed by him, making him impervious to all evils, so naturally, he was not afraid.

They entered the courtyard and followed the trail of the yin energy.

Soon they arrived near the bitter well, but from a distance Wang Hao saw a figure standing there, a tall and lean figure, exceptionally clear under the moonlight.

Looking at the nearby architectural layout, Wang Hao immediately understood what was going on.

The entire courtyard's buildings faced the old well, and the position where the figure stood was precisely the sole energy outlet. At the moment, he was performing a spell, the chilly wind howled through the air, and without a doubt, this guy was up to no good!

"Who are you?" Wang Hao instantly summoned an armor made of dark energy and assumed a defensive stance, asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Mind your own business!" A cold voice followed, and then Wang Hao saw a face.

Wang Hao had assumed that someone doing such shady things would surely have a sleazy look, but unexpectedly, this person actually had a rather commendable appearance: long and slim sword-like eyebrows soaring into the temples. His long eyes, framed by single eyelids, revealed a compelling killing intent. His nose was straight, lips red and thin, and his face lean and elegant. How should one put it? He was definitely a handsome man!

His long coat fluttered in the wind, his powerful aura intimidating in the moonlight.

Wang Hao asked in a deep voice, "Why are you doing this? Don't you know this will bring disaster?"

"Hmph, I don't need to explain myself to you!" The young man spoke in a cold tone, "If you don't want to die, just get lost!"