Immediately, Henry Grant opened the Luck Store again. At this moment, there were only three simple items for sale in the Luck Store—all of which were the items Henry Grant had obtained from the sign-in grand gift pack: Life Nutrient Solution, Peak State Card, and Aptitude Enhancement Card.

　　Life Nutrient Solution (1000 points)

　　Peak State Card (1000 points)

　　Aptitude Enhancement Card (100,000 points)

　　Both the Life Nutrient Solution and the Peak State Card could be exchanged for just one thousand luck points each, but the Aptitude Enhancement Card actually required one hundred thousand luck points.

　　You have to know, Henry Grant only had two thousand luck points.

　　Although he could buy them, the Life Nutrient Solution cost one thousand points per bottle and would only let him live one more month. Even if he spent all his points on Life Nutrient Solution, he could only live two more months.

　　Completely resolving his injuries was the fundamental solution!

　　“System, I’m such a powerful big shot now, why do I only have two thousand luck points?” Henry Grant asked.

　　“Because the host’s previous self is dead, the host did not inherit the previous self’s luck!” the system explained coldly.

　　“How do I obtain luck points?” Henry Grant asked. At this moment, he felt a strong sense of crisis. If things continued as they were, even if no one was eyeing him, he wouldn’t survive two more years.

　　After all, having crossed over, how could he be willing to come and go so hastily? Even though this world was dangerous, it was also the martial world he had yearned for many years.

　　Through the system’s introduction, Henry Grant learned that there were many ways to obtain luck points in this world, including defeating powerful enemies. Those who could cultivate to this level almost always possessed great luck—the stronger their power, the greater their luck.

　　There was also worldly wealth—gold, silver, jewels, all kinds of rare treasures, divine skill manuals—all could be converted into luck points. The reason they could be converted was because these things were embodiments of luck themselves.

　　If someone is wealthy and powerful, with profound cultivation, could he possibly lack luck?

　　It’s just that ordinary people can’t perceive it, while the system can collect this luck.

　　In short, there are many ways to obtain luck, but you can’t just stay at home.

　　“Judging by this introduction, it’s obvious the system wants me to stir up trouble!” Henry Grant rubbed his chin.

　　As for the final part, the lottery: every hundred points could be used for one draw, and there were also ten-draw and hundred-draw options. As for what you could get, that was purely up to fate.

　　According to the system’s explanation, nothing would be surprising to draw from it, but right now Henry Grant couldn’t afford it.

　　Suddenly, at this moment, a commotion came from outside the door.

　　“Where is the Sect Master? We want to see the Sect Master!” someone shouted loudly.

　　“Everyone, please leave. The Sect Master is in seclusion and will see no one!” At this moment, another male voice with a hint of effeminacy sounded.

　　Henry Grant immediately knew—this was his former self’s trusted aide, Little Grace.

　　His previous self was originally a member of the Great Xia royal family, though from a distant branch, but still held a noble title and had eunuchs serving him.

　　Later, his previous self left the royal family, bringing only his close eunuch confidant Little Grace to join the Taichu Sect. Now, Little Grace was his chief steward.

　　“Get out of the way, you eunuch! Do you think you can stop us? We’ve all heard that the Sect Master took the Seven-Day Death Pill and is already dead!” a brazen voice said.

　　“Trouble’s here!” Henry Grant let out a long breath. He knew the real test was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t let anyone see through him now.

　　You have to know, in this world, there are legends of body-snatching. If someone noticed something off, they might start to suspect.

　　Now, all he could rely on was the former self’s intimidating reputation. Whether you call it “the fox borrowing the tiger’s might” or “the tiger’s prestige remains after death,” he had to face this challenge himself.

　　Henry Grant strode toward the main hall entrance, shouting, “What are you all making a fuss about?”

　　With a single shout, the noisy crowd outside immediately fell silent.

　　Henry Grant exited the main hall and saw that the plaza in front of the hall was divided into two groups.

　　One group, led by a young man with a delicate face, consisted entirely of the hall’s attendants and maids.

　　The other group, made up of men and women, young and old, were almost all powerful cultivators—not ordinary people.

　　When they saw Henry Grant appear, the place instantly fell silent.

　　“Who said I’m already dead? Step forward!”

Chapter 3: Though inwardly panicked, outwardly as steady as an old dog

　　Henry Grant put on a stern face, imitating the tone of his former self from memory, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

　　There was utter silence, only the sound of breathing remained.

　　His previous self had always been imposing, and was also the second Dao Realm in the history of the Taichu Sect, one of the few Dao Realm giants remaining on the Xuanyuan Continent.

　　Just a sweep of his gaze made many of those who had been arrogant before feel guilty.

　　Especially since they had all come after hearing the news of the Sect Master’s death, but now, seeing him, he was perfectly fine.

　　Very soon, everyone’s eyes fell on a thin, middle-aged man.

　　Henry Grant frowned. From his predecessor’s memories, he already knew who this middle-aged man was.

　　Brian Carter, one of the elders of the Taichu Sect, though not from his own faction.