Fang Huiran was very angry and glared at Liu Sandao after he refused.
"How can you be so cold-blooded? We know each other, at least better than strangers. If it weren't for Xiaoying's current predicament, we wouldn't be here begging you!"
Although she thought this in her heart, she didn't say it aloud, because she knew the consequences.
Fuguo could only be obtained from Furuhai and Liu Sandao. If they offended them, there might be no other opportunities.
Then Zhao Xiaoying's two million would be gone without a trace.
Zhao Xiaoying could only look at Liu Sandao with pleading eyes, not saying a word, just staring at him.
Liu Sandao unconsciously turned his head away, his mind unsettled by her gaze.
As classmates, he could have helped her; but as an immortal, he could not do so, as it would disrupt the heavenly secrets, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
"You should go back and think of other ways; this method won't work!"
As Liu Sandao spoke, he pulled Furuhai and walked out of the office.
"Didn't you say these Fuguo belong to me? Why can't I use them when I need them? You owe me a reasonable explanation!"
Zhao Xiaoying panicked and quickly said loudly.
Furuhai wanted to say something comforting, but being pulled by Liu Sandao, the words didn't even leave his mouth before he was outside the door.
He watched the crystal ball with great concentration.
He was somewhat disappointed; he hadn't expected Liu Sandao to refuse Zhao Xiaoying the Fuguo. However, from Zhao Xiaoying's words, he learned that she also possessed Fuguo, possibly even more than Fang Huiran.
Fang Huiran's soul was his prey, and he was in no hurry. But Zhao Xiaoying had to be captured, as it meant a significant advancement in his cultivation.
He meticulously recalled every detail of the conversation, and suddenly remembered Furuhai picking up a book.
Perhaps, the secret lay hidden within that book.
Upon thinking this, he felt it necessary to visit the Heavenly Court, where he might obtain some useful information.
Returning to his office from the top floor, Liu Sandao suddenly had a sense of foreboding.
If Zhao Xiaoying couldn't get the Fuguo from him and Furuhai, would she seek it elsewhere?
Although it was not directly related to him, it was caused by his own immature thoughts in the past.
Thinking of this, he remained silent for a long time.
Seeing him lost in thought, Furuhai initially didn't want to disturb him. But after an hour or so, seeing that he was still the same, he felt something was wrong and asked,
"Dao Ge, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. If Zhao Xiaoying didn't get the Fuguo from us, do you think she might get it from elsewhere or from other Fortune Gods?"
"Hahaha, is that what's bothering you! Don't worry, since this area is under my jurisdiction, other Fortune Gods cannot take her Fuguo."
Furuhai said with a laugh, casually crossing his legs.
"What about your superior? For example, your superior, Zhao Qiansun?"
Liu Sandao asked immediately, needing to clarify every possibility.
"He doesn't have it either, otherwise, wouldn't that cause chaos? Moreover, if everyone had such exclusive privileges, how would the Heavenly Court display fairness and justice?"
Furuhai's words finally made Liu Sandao breathe a sigh of relief.
Fuguo could be dispensed through the Fuguo system by issuing tasks, but if Fuguo was to be taken from the "Manual of Fortune," it had to be done by him or Furuhai.
...
"Chiiii~ Hualala~, chiiii~ Hualala~"!
A figure stumbled into a patch of green.
If no one had helped him, he would have fallen over several times.
At this moment, a young and handsome man appeared behind him, with a sinister smile on his face.
"I don't believe your alcohol tolerance can be better than mine!"
The young man said.
"Who... Who said that?... You can compare with me? I... I can handle another can! Don't think of yourself as a Grim Reaper, I... I tell you, drinking has never killed me, do you know why?"
The man speaking was much older than the young man.
"Why?"
The newcomer asked while supporting the middle-aged man. The God of Grains had drunk a lot, yet he could still recognize him, indicating he hadn't drunk enough.
"Hahaha, I ask you, where does alcohol come from?"
"Need you ask? Of course, it's brewed!"
"What is it brewed from?"
The newcomer naturally knew what it was brewed from but was in no hurry to answer. For a drunk person, words seemed to come out in abundance.
The more you didn't speak, the more excited he became.
The newcomer was acting on instructions, specifically to find the God of Grains.
It was rumored that he had poor alcohol tolerance but loved drinking very much, so the newcomer had prepared a lot of immortal wine.
Seeing the newcomer remain silent, the God of Grains chuckled and said,
"Hahaha, you don't even know this? I told you, you're drunk, but you refuse to admit it."
"This..." As he spoke, the newcomer paused.
"Of course, it's from the five grains, you fool! In the whole world, only wine brewed from the five grains tastes the best and has the most kick!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The newcomer chimed in perfectly.
"When it comes to the five grains, who can understand them better than me? Don't you think so?"
Before the newcomer could even agree, the God of Grains posed the next question.
"Let me tell you, even Fuguo... Alas, forget it, forget it, I won't say!"
The God of Grains seemed to realize something and stopped mid-sentence.
"Fuguo, what Fuguo? What does this have to do with Fuguo?"
The newcomer quickly pressed, as continuing to speak might reveal the answer he sought.
"Shh! It's classified information, cannot be revealed!"
The God of Grains made a shushing gesture, signaling the newcomer to be quiet.
"Don't you forget, I'm in charge of the Fuguo release system. What about Fuguo can I not know?"
The newcomer deliberately used a mix of threats and reason.
The God of Grains thought for a moment, and it seemed to make sense.
Since his work regarding Fuguo was related to Ying Bafang, which meant it was related to the newcomer, what was there to hide?
The two walked through a field of grains. This was the God of Grains' dojo in the Heavenly Court, his residence.
Crops and plants were everywhere, of course, with grains being the most abundant.
To distinguish himself from others, he, the God of Grains, Gu Siyu, had deliberately arranged his residence on top of a giant ear of grain.
This ear of grain was the largest between heaven and earth, standing a staggering eight hundred and ninety meters tall.
Surrounding this ear of grain were fields of rice and other grains, embracing it.
The newcomer, using his magic, easily sent Gu Siyu home.
Gu Siyu still seemed not to have had enough to drink, constantly exclaiming, "Another cup!"
"Why? Let me tell you, even I, who manages the Fuguo system, can't understand Fuguo. Go find whoever you want to ask for wine!"