In a daze, he suddenly dreamed that he had won the lottery—a first prize of five million! David Walker was so excited holding the fragrant cash that tears streamed down his face, but in his happiness, he woke up.

He hadn’t even turned off the TV, and hurried to the lottery station to check the results—he didn’t even have money to buy a newspaper. This level of misery, he had never suffered like this in his life.

He checked the results match by match, getting more and more excited, but in the last match, he was disappointed.

A hand reached out from behind and patted him gently: “Little brother, getting thirteen matches right is still the second prize, that’s not bad at all, so why are you so unhappy?” David Walker thought, that’s true—even though his luck was good, it couldn’t be impossibly good, right?

He turned and asked the boss, “Big brother, how much is the second prize this time?” The boss said, “Thirty-eight thousand—there weren’t any upsets this round, so a lot of people got it right. There were more than twenty first prize winners alone…” David Walker broke out in a cold sweat: it seemed his research on soccer betting was really shallow. What he thought was a tough round was actually so simple in the eyes of the experts, and so many people got it right.

The water and electricity bills had been delayed until David Walker received his prize money. Looking at nearly forty thousand yuan in front of him, David Walker was overwhelmed with excitement. It wasn’t that he lacked ambition—it was just the first time in his life he’d ever held so much money in his own hands!

David Walker calculated: “Haha, from now on, I’ll buy a lottery ticket every week. Even if I only win thirty thousand each time, that’s a hundred and twenty thousand a month, one million four hundred and forty thousand a year—my god, I could buy a house…”

Michael frowned when he heard this: “How can this be? The Supreme Lord is still waiting for you to bring disgrace to the celestial realm—this won’t do.” Michael began to chant a spell…

Volume One: A Turn of Fortune

Chapter Two: Unintended Fortune

A month later.

“Damn! Where did my luck go? I bought four tickets and didn’t win a single one.” David Walker sat barefoot on his bed, watching the sports news on TV, then looked at the lottery tickets in his hand, and angrily tore the little slips of paper into shreds.

He jumped up from the bed, stretched his muscles, and tried to console himself: “Luck is good, but it’s not a guaranteed meal ticket!” He still decided to go out and look for a job; otherwise, if he just sat around spending money, he’d run out sooner or later.

The Kunlun Sect was the foremost of the five great sects in the cultivation world, located within the Kunlun Sacred Realm. Although the Kunlun Sacred Realm was indeed in the Kunlun Mountains, the Kunlun Sect and the Kunlun Mountains were two different things. If you’re not an insider, you could wander the Kunlun Mountains your whole life, traversing every ravine and peak, and still never find the location of the Kunlun Sacred Realm. In ancient times, many sought immortals in the mountains, but the reason they couldn’t find them was precisely this. In most cultivation sects, the mountain gate is not easily opened; if you can’t enter the gate, you could circle outside for a lifetime and still never find the immortals.

At this moment, in the grand Lingyue Hall of the Kunlun Sect, a respectfully postured disciple in plain clothes was reporting something to an old man seated high on a stone chair. The old man had white hair and a youthful face, a thin frame, and a vigorous spirit. After hearing the disciple’s report, he couldn’t help but ask, “Ethan Brooks, according to what you said, the last Heavenly Pearl has already recognized its master?” The disciple below replied, “Reporting to Grandmaster Uncle, this is news Ethan Brooks just received. The sixteenth Heavenly Pearl has appeared in the hands of a young man in X City. The other major sects, as well as the demonic sects, should also know this news.” The young disciple’s Dao name was Ethan Brooks. Those familiar with the Kunlun Sect knew that among the current Kunlun generations—Dao, De, Xuan, Yi, Qing, Wu, Yuan, Tai—the Qing generation ranked fifth, the lowest in the Sacred Realm, but in the lower Kunlun academy, he was a figure of the founder’s generation.

The old man sitting on the stone chair was the current head of the Kunlun Sect, Ethan Brooks’s grandmaster uncle, Master Clark. Above Henry Clark were the Dao and De generations, but those were like immortals—even Henry Clark, the sect leader, rarely saw them.

Hearing that so many people were already paying attention to the last Heavenly Pearl’s inheritor, Master Clark couldn’t help but feel worried, and immediately ordered, “You must instruct the lower academy—no matter what, the last Heavenly Pearl inheritor must be brought into the Kunlun Sect!”

In the world of cultivation, there are the righteous and the demonic paths. The righteous path has five great sects, the demonic path has three great divine cults. Of the sixteen Heavenly Pearls, fifteen inheritors have already been taken in by the major sects and divine cults—eight by the righteous path, seven by the demonic. Among the righteous sects, Kunlun, as the foremost, has only one Heavenly Pearl inheritor, fewer than the Qingcheng and Emei sects—each with two inheritors—and equal to the Kongtong and Tianshan sects. One inheritor has been taken in by the Buddhist Tiantai Temple as a monk.

On the demonic side, the three great divine cults have taken seven inheritors. The top demonic cult, September Society, has three; the other two, White Robe Hall and Celestial Cult, have two each. This time, the struggle for the last Heavenly Pearl inheritor is of immense importance to both sides. For the righteous path, if they can recruit this last inheritor, they will have an overwhelming advantage over the demonic path. For the demonic path, to keep pace with the righteous, they must bring the last inheritor into their fold.