Chapter 13: The Token of Destiny (Revised)

A flash of blue light erupted as the token flipped over.

[Congratulations, Employer, you have obtained the Fortune Token.]

[Usage of the Fortune Token: Recharge it with Merit Points to continuously accumulate fortunes. With these fortunes, you have a high chance of acquiring legendary treasures, rare magical artifacts, and other scarce resources.]

As the function of the Fortune Token was revealed, Yang Xuan's eyes gleamed with golden light.

“In that case, could I use this Fortune Token to gather all the treasures in this world?”

The interface flickered, entering the usage screen of the Fortune Token.

[Fortune Token]

[Level: 0 — Level 1 0/3000 Merit Points]

[The first fortune will be unveiled upon the first level-up.]

[Employer, would you like to recharge?]

“Recharge 3,000 Merit Points!”

[Congratulations, recharge successful!]

With a flash of golden light, the Fortune Token immediately upgraded to level one.

[First fortune revealed: Evil Spirit Elixir Pill, location as shown on the map.]

Yang Xuan touched the location with his consciousness; the page flipped again, and he successfully entered a map.

The map was immersive, and the spot of the Evil Spirit Elixir Pill was clearly marked with a cursor.

“This area… it’s the nearby forest!”

Despite having been exhausted all night, Yang Xuan couldn’t ignore the fortune. Dragging his weary body, he headed straight for the forest.

He didn’t want anyone else to snatch the opportunity before him.

Upon reaching the designated spot, Yang Xuan grabbed the shovel he’d brought and started digging where the cursor pointed on the map.

One shovel, two shovels...

After digging a full meter and a half, a rusty iron box came into view.

Yang Xuan looked around cautiously; seeing no one nearby, he jumped into the pit and pulled the box out.

Opening it revealed a pill, pure and mingled with an aura of sinister energy.

Upon closer inspection, trapped within the pill was a snarling, thrashing evil ghost.

[System Alert: Fortune treasures tend to attract attention. Would you like to store it in the system?]

“Store it!”

Whoosh—

The Evil Spirit Elixir Pill instantly vanished.

***

Yang Xuan entered the system and found the Evil Spirit Elixir Pill stored under his warehouse attribute.

“So this warehouse is my personal storage.”

After refilling the pit, Yang Xuan hurried back to the opera troupe as fast as he could.

Just as Yang Xuan left, several figures appeared.

“Lord Ghost King, this is the place!”

“I’m absolutely certain. After those detestable humans sealed the Evil Spirit Ghost Emperor, they buried him right here!”

As the words fell, a broad figure stepped forward. Seeing the disturbed earth, the figure grew visibly displeased.

“What is the meaning of this?”

One of the minions squatted down, inspecting the soil, sweating nervously.

“Lord Ghost King, judging by the moisture of the soil, this place has definitely been dug up!”

The evil ghost, known as the Ghost King, turned a dark shade upon hearing this.

It had spent five or six years from obtaining the seal information of the Evil Spirit Ghost Emperor to pinpointing the exact location.

He’d thought he was about to find the Evil Spirit Ghost Emperor, but in the end, someone had beaten him to it.

Such a thing would infuriate anyone—even the King of Hell himself!

“Lord Ghost King, don’t be angry. I am intimately familiar with the Evil Spirit Ghost Emperor’s aura. That person can’t be far away. With the aura, I can definitely track them.”

“Hmph, but if you fail to track them, I’ll cripple you!”

The minion dared not slack off. He pressed his face against the ground, carefully sensing the aura, then stepped forward two paces—and was dumbfounded.

“What’s going on? I clearly detected the Ghost Emperor’s aura, but it vanished right here!”

The Ghost King, incredulous, shot a fierce glare at the minion, then stepped forward to verify with his own powers.

After half an hour of effort, the Ghost King reached one conclusion: the minion was telling the truth.

Everyone present was stunned.

Meanwhile, back at the opera troupe, Yang Xuan, now in possession of the Evil Spirit Elixir Pill, hummed a tune, legs crossed comfortably.

How could he not be pleased with such a treasure?

“Boss, we should pack up and leave,” Uncle Kun approached.

“Alright, let’s go.”

After packing, the troupe set off for their next client.

From the information they had, this client had hired the troupe to perform a ritual for a family member who had died an unnatural death.

An unnatural death meant the person didn’t die peacefully.

On the way, Uncle Kun showed Yang Xuan the order. The client was paying triple the usual price.

They were located in a high-end residential area.

“This is a wealthy neighborhood. When we get there, everyone stay sharp and act according to the situation,” Yang Xuan warned, as he saw these rich folks as eccentric and unpredictable. Any offense could only bring trouble.

Behind the troupe’s convoy, not far away, a familiar car followed closely.

Inside, Chubby deftly drove, while Yu Mengjia in the passenger seat held a selfie stick, filming the opera troupe’s convoy.

“Dear viewers, we’ll continue to follow this spooky opera troupe. Whenever they perform, your host will definitely be there, even if it means risking life and limb to bring you full live coverage!”

When Yu Mengjia said this, Qiao Qiao, sitting in the back seat, muttered to herself:

“‘Definitely there’ my foot. If it weren’t for the income skyrocketing since changing the live format to spooky operas, who would take such a risk?”

She then glanced thoughtfully at Chubby behind the wheel, feeling even more uneasy.

“Having a bodyguard like this is worse than having none!”

Ever since the last time when ‘Timid Cat’ got so scared he wet his pants, Qiao Qiao had lost all trust in him.

All the titles like ‘Boyfriend Power’ and ‘Super Protector’ were promptly revoked.

The car drove for a full five hours before the opera troupe stopped in front of a high-end residential complex called Qinghai Garden, where the price per square meter was over thirty thousand yuan.

A bona fide affluent neighborhood.

“Uncle Kun, we’ve arrived. Contact the client,” Yang Xuan said.

Uncle Kun acknowledged and took out his phone to call.

Since the days of Yang Xuan’s grandfather, Uncle Kun had handled the troupe’s business dealings; this was second nature to him.

But after seven or eight calls, no one answered.

“Uncle Kun, do you think we’re being played?”

Yang Xuan had just asked when he felt someone tapping on the car window.

Rolling it down, he came face to face with the talisman exorcist.

“Why is it you?”

The talisman exorcist scratched his nose casually, showing no formality.

“Of course it’s me. I’m the one who arranged for you all.”

After leaving that day, he had consulted with his team. The captain’s view was that since the client was unwilling and distrustful, that was understandable. It was better to build some foundation of friendship first. Whether they came or not, it would help the team in the future. Besides, they hadn’t personally witnessed Yang Xuan’s abilities, so rushing to recruit them wasn’t wise.