Three dice spun together on the disc, and soon one of them stopped—a big six.

William Lynn stared nervously at the remaining two dice, cursing the system in his heart for being so wicked. The three dice didn’t stop at the same time, clearly just to keep people in suspense.

The second die also stopped quickly.

Five.

William Lynn felt a slight relief, then tensed up again.

The first two dice, six plus five, made eleven. This meant that the thirteen-point Wulei Heaven-Piercing Awl was within William Lynn’s reach.

But at the same time, the blanks at twelve and fourteen were also possible.

“Two! Two! Two!”

William Lynn felt like he was about to lose his mind. He held his breath, not daring to exhale, eyes fixed on the last die.

With his mind highly focused, William Lynn felt as if the die’s movements were slowing down.

The die’s bouncing grew weaker and weaker, gradually showing signs of stopping.

William Lynn’s face turned red as he watched the die land on the disc, the upward face shockingly a “six”!

“No, come on, move again, just one more time!” William Lynn shouted anxiously in his heart.

Six plus five plus six, seventeen, which corresponded to a bottle of the most ordinary Qi Gathering Pill—completely useless to William Lynn at this moment.

As if hearing William Lynn’s inner voice, the die actually bounced again.

“Two”—this time, the upward face was exactly the “two” William Lynn had been hoping for.

A smile had just appeared on William Lynn’s face when it froze stiffly.

Under his gaze, the die still hadn’t settled completely. It rolled gently, revealing a bright red one!

Six plus five… plus one, twelve…

Damn it!

Twelve—nothing at all…

Just as William Lynn’s mood plummeted from the clouds to the abyss, the die trembled, and finally rolled over one last time, changing from one to four.

Now it was truly settled—the third die showed four.

William Lynn blinked and looked at what corresponded to the number fifteen.

A mysterious box with a question mark sat quietly there.

William Lynn hesitantly clicked open the mysterious box, and a pale golden longsword in its scabbard appeared before his eyes. Although the sword was still sheathed, William Lynn could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within.

The Arctic Sky Magnet Sword, a Foundation Establishment stage magic weapon.

It formed a pair with the Southern Earth Magnet Sword, another Foundation Establishment stage weapon. When combined, the two swords could become the Polar Magnet Dao Sword, a Golden Core stage magic weapon.

William Lynn stared at the Arctic Sky Magnet Sword for a long while. After a long time, he let out a long breath, his whole body feeling a bit drained.

Though both were Foundation Establishment stage magic weapons, the Arctic Sky Magnet Sword’s quality and power surpassed the Wulei Heaven-Piercing Awl by a notch.

Exiting the system, William Lynn’s consciousness returned to his body. Looking at the longsword in his hand, faintly radiating the power of thunder and magnetism, William Lynn grinned. Drawing the sword, he casually pointed, and a dazzling bolt of lightning blasted a distant rocky hill to pieces.

“My first lottery draw, and my luck wasn’t bad after all.” William Lynn put away the Arctic Sky Magnet Sword, his wild joy gradually calming as his mind regained its composure. “Although I got a Foundation Establishment stage magic weapon, my own cultivation is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, so I can’t actually unleash the weapon’s full power.”

William Lynn began to take stock of his current trump cards.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Art was powerful, but its usage conditions were too harsh—suitable for ambushes, not direct combat. Plus, it consumed ten thunder-elemental crystals at a time, and William Lynn didn’t have enough exchange points to get more crystals.

The Arctic Sky Magnet Sword was formidable, but William Lynn’s current cultivation couldn’t bring out its full might.

Old Peach Tree was very likely a genuine Foundation Establishment stage being. With a magic weapon he could only partially wield, William Lynn could at best put up a fight, but if it really came down to it, he still probably wasn’t a match for Old Peach Tree.

Unfortunately, time was limited. No one knew when Old Peach Tree would strike again. She was guarding the entrance to Stone Village, posing a huge threat to Little Dot and the others. Yet, except for William Lynn, no one realized how dangerous she was.

Most people even regarded Old Peach Tree as the village’s protector. If William Lynn went to warn them, he’d only be met with hostility.

“Those two cultivators from the Yu family are wandering in these deep mountains, searching for Little Dot. They probably have companions and superiors—there might even be Foundation Establishment experts among them.” William Lynn pondered, “If I could lure the Yu family experts here and have them fight Old Peach Tree to mutual destruction, things might turn around.”

“But who knows when I’ll find them. There might not be enough time.”

As William Lynn was thinking, he suddenly sensed a strong surge of magical power approaching rapidly from afar.

Faint voices of conversation drifted to his ears.

“Junior sister, you should have decided long ago to go to the Xiao family and break off the engagement.”

“It’s not too late now.”

Before the words had faded, three people in white, each carrying a longsword on their back, appeared before William Lynn.

Among them was an elder in a pale moon-white robe. The old man’s face was full of smiles, his spirit lively, and though his eyes were a bit small, they occasionally flashed with a sharp light.

Yet this seemingly ordinary old man radiated a powerful magical aura as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

The unique magical power fluctuation of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.