"You..."

Zhang Yang was at a loss for words, choked by his own frustration.

He knew he couldn't produce any evidence.

Yet, the feeling of being tripped was so real.

He was one hundred percent certain that it was Lin Changsheng's doing!

"Fine, very good!"

Zhang Yang wiped the mud off his face, his eyes filled with venom.

"Kid, just you wait!"

He didn't dare to rush forward recklessly again.

This Lin Changsheng had an air of mystery about him.

He decided to go back and figure things out first.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yang shouted at his two still-stunned followers, intending to turn and leave.

However, Lin Changsheng had no intention of letting them off so easily. Since they were already here, wouldn't it be rude not to leave them with something?

A faint, elusive smile played on his lips as his mind power silently spread out.

Zhang Yang had only taken two steps when he suddenly felt the ground give way beneath him. Looking down, he saw a small pit had appeared where he had just been standing.

His foot slipped, and he lost his balance once more.

"Ah!"

Another scream echoed. This time, he fell backward, landing hard on the ground.

And where he landed, there was a sharp stone that Lin Changsheng had cleared earlier.

A cringe-inducing sound rang out.

Zhang Yang's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, his features twisted in pain.

Clutching his backside, he let out a pig-like squeal.

"My butt!"

His two followers were startled and hurried over to help him.

"Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

"Get up quickly!"

However, just as they reached Zhang Yang, their feet slipped as well.

The two of them stumbled like clumsy dancers, flailing their arms and legs, colliding with each other, and then both tumbling to the ground.

One of them even hit his head on a nearby stone, drawing blood instantly.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Were these three entangled with something unclean?

Why did accidents keep happening one after another?

And each time, they fell so perfectly, in such a humiliating manner.

Lin Changsheng stood to the side, arms crossed, leisurely watching the farce unfold.

His face still bore that innocent, harmless expression.

But inside, he was laughing heartily.

Mind power was truly a wonderful thing.

It could harm without a trace, prank without a shadow.

The best part was, no one could catch any evidence.

"Strange, too strange!"

"Could this place be cursed?"

"Maybe, look at them, they got unlucky as soon as they arrived here."

The disciples watching whispered among themselves, casting fearful glances at Lin Changsheng's plot of land.

Zhang Yang struggled to his feet, clutching his bleeding backside.

His gaze at Lin Changsheng had shifted from venomous to terrified. Once could be an accident. Twice a coincidence. But three, four times? That was definitely no coincidence!

This Lin Changsheng had something going on!

He was definitely not as simple as he appeared!

He dared not linger any longer, and without caring for his two followers still groaning on the ground, he scrambled away, faster than a rabbit, showing no sign of his injured backside.

The remaining two followers also helped each other up and limped away in a panic, as if chased by a ghost.

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And so, the farce ended. Lin Changsheng clapped his hands, as if he had just shooed away a few flies.

He turned back to tending his spirit field, as if nothing had happened.

But the surrounding disciples now looked at him differently. They no longer saw Lin Changsheng as a pushover.

Instead, they felt an indescribable eeriness about this quiet newcomer. Some even began to speculate.

"Do you think Zhang Yang and his guys got what they deserved?"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, they came looking for trouble with Junior Brother Lin, and then they got unlucky. Is there really something to the theory of fortune?"

"Are you saying that Junior Brother Lin is blessed with fortune, so those who bully him will suffer bad luck?"

This speculation made many gasp.

The more they thought about it, the more plausible it seemed! The world of cultivation was full of mysteries. The theory of fortune was elusive, but no one dared to say it didn't exist.

Some people were born with great fortune, finding treasures wherever they went.

Others were born under a cloud of misfortune, getting hurt even while drinking cold water.

Could it be that Lin Changsheng was the legendary chosen one, the Child of Fortune?

For a moment, the crowd's view of Lin Changsheng shifted from disdain and suspicion to awe and curiosity. They quietly dispersed, not daring to approach that "cursed land" again. Lin Changsheng was oblivious to all this.

Even if he knew, he would just laugh it off.

Child of Fortune? Not at all. He was just someone who had mastered a power others couldn't comprehend.

He leveled the land, then used his mind power to draw a stream from the mountain spring to water the field.

Afterward, he took out the spirit grain seeds given by the sect and scattered them evenly.

***

By the time he finished, it was getting late.

He dusted off his hands, satisfied with his work.

Though the land was barren, under his "careful" attention, the harvest wouldn't be too bad.

Humming a tune, he happily returned to his quarters.

What he didn't know was that from that day on, a legend about him began to quietly spread among the Outer Sect disciples.

—In District D, there lived a "Lucky Star" with extraordinary fortune.

Do not provoke him.

Because good luck is also a form of strength.

And it's the most terrifying kind, one that can't be defended against.

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