While Others are Leveling Up, I Alone Will Cultivate Until Mahayana Before Making My Move

Su Xing's heart moved, and he opened the Talent Lottery Pool feature.

A retro slot machine appeared in front of Su Xing.

[Ding, welcome to use the Talent Lottery Pool of the simulator. Please select the quality of the talent you wish to draw. White Talent one hundred points of energy... Purple Talent one hundred thousand points of energy.]

Su Xing's target was the Purple Talent "Master of Success," and naturally, he chose Purple Talent.

"I choose the Purple Talent pool!"

As Su Xing's voice fell, some purple balls appeared in the slot machine in front of him.

The purple balls had some characters engraved on them.

Master of Talisman, Master of Dao of Arrays, Cold-faced Emperor, I am Passerby A...

There were a dozen or so purple spheres, all talents that Su Xing had experienced before but had not taken with him.

[Please pay one hundred thousand points of energy for a random draw...]

The simulator's prompt tone rang in his ear, Su Xing's heart moved, and he paid one hundred thousand points of energy.

"Tch, just one hundred thousand points of energy, who do you think you're looking down on?"

"Damn it, I've got several hundred million, with just these dozen balls, how could they stump me?"

Su Xing snorted coldly and silently commanded:

"Pay!"

As Su Xing's words fell, the transparent slot machine interface began to shake continuously.

Su Xing watched the talent marked "Master of Success" tumble, nearly being drawn several times.

But ultimately it "slipped through his fingers"...

Under Su Xing's watchful eyes, a purple ball marked "I am Passerby A" slowly rolled out.

"Fuck..."

Su Xing almost let out a curse as the simulator's prompt sounded in his ear.

[Ding, you have drawn the Purple Talent I am Passerby A. Do you choose this talent?]

Su Xing was so frustrated he couldn't even bring himself to hit anything, mumbling:

"No, no, no! Give me another draw!"

Thus, Su Xing began his relentless lottery moment.

[Ding, congratulations on acquiring the Purple Talent Master of Talisman...]

[Ding, congratulations on acquiring the Purple Talent Cold-faced Emperor...]

[Ding...]

After more than thirty consecutive draws, Su Xing's eyes began to bloodshot, his consciousness even starting to blur.

"No... this is impossible? There are only a dozen talents... I've drawn more than thirty times, why can't I get it!"

Su Xing began to doubt life itself, and he was reminded of the fear of being subjected to the whims of lottery odds by a certain Goose Firm's games in a past life.

But the talent of Master of Success was too significant; Su Xing had reasons he had to draw it out.

"Draw! Keep drawing for me!"

Su Xing, like a player addicted to drawing SSRs, said through gritted teeth.

In this way, Su Xing drew twenty more times and finally heard that delightful prompt tone.

[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the Purple Talent Master of Success, do you choose this?]

"Continue... wait, that's the one!"

Su Xing, almost numb from drawing, had gone through over sixty draws before finally getting the talent he wanted out of a dozen talent spheres.

The odds were truly unprecedented.

"Six million plus points of simulation energy... Not much for me, but the key is, damn, this lottery really messes with your mental state!"

Su Xing complained somewhat angrily.

Seeing the desired talent in front of him, Su Xing felt somewhat relieved and said.

"Start the simulation!"

[Ding! This simulation consumes 5300 points of energy, leaving a balance of 317.06 million points of energy, remaining simulation attempts unlimited.]

[Detection of your chosen talent "Master of Success," the simulation officially begins!]

Su Xing's gaze turned to the simulation panel.

[In the Spirit Field Cave, you realize that you are simulating.]

[You have stayed in Kyoto for three weeks, during which time you received the refined exotic metals sent to you by Jin Congxue.]

[Three weeks later, you head to Shuangqing City, ready to kill the damned Zong!]

[You disguise yourself and conceal your aura, blocking your own fate, then release your Divine Sense, hoping to lure out the damned Zong.]

[Sure enough, the damned Zong is quickly attracted by you.]

Su Xing slightly nodded and said:

"Good, then I'll kill the damned Zong once more as a practice run!"

"Use the immersive simulation feature for one hour."

[You have successfully used the immersive simulation feature, spending 100,000 points of energy, leaving a balance of 316.96 million points of energy.]

As the prompt tone ended, Su Xing's vision changed, and he appeared in an unfamiliar environment.

"Senior!"

In front of Su Xing, came the voice of the damned Zong, sounding very respectful.

Seeing this, the corners of Su Xing's mouth slightly lifted.

In the next second, a force of a million tons poured out, directly blasting the damned Zong into residue.

The damned Zong didn't even have time to react before he was obliterated.

Afterward, the damned Zong's Divine Soul left his body; Su Xing did not hesitate and crushed it immediately.

Su Xing seemed to see the damned Zong's incredulity before death.

He then showed a trace of loneliness and muttered:

"You seem puzzled as to why I'm so proficient?"

"Nothing else... simply practice makes perfect!"

Su Xing picked up the damned Zong's storage bag, killing him had just been a matter of convenience this time.

Next was Su Xing's real purpose for this trip.

He attempted to see if his Master of Success could gain the trust of Luo Shuying without exposing himself.

Su Xing's Divine Sense enveloped the surroundings, and he faintly noticed someone observing him.

But Su Xing did not reveal himself and directly flew away on his sword.

In Su Xing's Divine Sense perception, that figure kept a distant follow behind him.

Half an hour later, Su Xing stopped in a large mountain area, took out a stone table, and two stone stools.

Then he pretentiously brewed two cups of tea and said aloud:

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends come from afar!"

"Why not show yourself, esteemed guest?"

After Su Xing spoke, he sipped his tea as if he didn't care about others.

Before long, Luo Shuying's figure appeared not far from Su Xing, looking at him somewhat warily and asked: