Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 463: Crying Lu Zhuo

"Wow wow wow——"

“It’s gone, it’s gone… all gone!”

Lu Zhuo slumped on the ground, touching the few remaining burnt hairs on his head with trembling hands. They were less than a finger long, almost equivalent to being bald.

He did not give up, took out a mirror and a ruler, and measured it over and over again for more than ten times.

But the long, flowing and smooth hair had long been burned to pieces by the fire and no longer existed.

It’s useless to measure it a hundred times with a ruler.

...He really became bald.

Lu Zhuo felt like the sky was falling.

"My, my beautiful hair, wow... I've taken good care of my hair for so many years, wow..."

The wails were earth-shaking.

It really makes those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry.

Those who don’t know the situation might think that their entire family has died and they are rushing to visit the graves and pay homage to their ancestors.

Next to him, Si Chen Bishu stopped reading and took out a clean handkerchief, tentatively offering it to the sobbing Lu Zhuo: "Don't cry."

She hesitated for a moment, then continued to comfort him: […It’s not ugly.]

"...Ji, Jiulu, mud, mud, look at it lightly, uh... " A vague voice sounded from underground.

Not far away, Duan Yuyan, who had been "knocked" into the ground by Rong Shu like a whack-a-mole, had his upper body and head stuck in the deep pit, with only his two legs exposed. He would flutter and kick from time to time, indicating that he was not dead yet.

Lu Zhuo cried so miserably.

This made the remaining three people, Rong Shu, Feng Qianli and Xing Xue, feel embarrassed to continue the competition.

Feng Qianli put away his sword and kindly offered a suggestion: "This hair looks like it's been chewed by a dog...why not just shave it all off?"

Lu Zhuo's crying paused for a moment.

The image of his bald head flashed through his mind for a second, and his face immediately became distorted.

The next second—

"Wow wow wow! I don't want to be a bald donkey! It's too ugly, wuwuwu!"

Feng Qianli immediately covered his ears.

It’s over.

Cried louder.

Xing Xue, who only knows how to fight and kill, is also incapable of comforting others. She can only say dryly, "No, it's not ugly."

The crying continues.

There was no placebo effect.

With the devilish sound filling his ears, Rong Shu rummaged through his storage bag where he kept various pills, and finally took out several bottles of pills.

Rong Shu placed them in front of Lu Zhuo one by one: "Take a look, which one do you like?"

"Third-grade hair growth pill, third-grade hair care pill, fourth-grade hair softening pill..."

"Fifth-grade muscle-nourishing pill, fifth-grade skin-brightening pill..."

The crying soon became quieter, leaving only the sobbing and sniffling sounds.

Rong Shu continued to sell it vigorously: "And this final heavyweight finale, which I specially prepared exclusively for you - the Green Silk Dust-Repelling Spiritual Liquid!"

"Just apply a small amount to your hair to repel dust, fire, and water, keeping it fresh, smooth, and shiny."

The crying stopped completely.

Lu Zhuo stared at the bottles and jars with red eyes. He first took Si Chenbi's handkerchief to wipe away his tears, then gritted his teeth and shaved off all the remaining sparse hair. He began to urge anxiously: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hair growth pills, hair growth pills..."

He even threw away the mirror because he didn't dare to look at his ugly bald head.

Rong Shu moved his fingertips and used the object control technique to open the bottle stopper, and three hair growth pills floated into Lu Zhuo's hand.

Lu Zhuo tilted his head back and swallowed it.

When the pill took effect, Lu Zhuo suddenly felt his scalp itchy.

New hair grew out like mushrooms after rain.

Xing Xue picked up the mirror that was thrown on the ground and held it against Lu Zhuo's face so that Lu Zhuo could see the growth of his hair clearly.

In a short while, Lu Zhuo was delighted to see that he had waist-length flowing hair again.

"Hair care pills! And hair softening pills..."

This time, there was no need for Rong Shu to do it for him. Lu Zhuo hurriedly selected the two pills and swallowed them.

The effect of the pill was immediate, and Lu Zhuo soon felt that his new hair became softer and smoother, and even more perfect to the touch than his previous hair.

"My hair is back, it's back..."

Seeing Lu Zhuo burst into laughter, Rong Shu and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, she was coaxed into submission.

Lu Zhuo held the bottles and jars filled with medicinal pills, unable to let go: "I want all these pills!"

Rong Shu: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, just consider it an apology."

Rong Shu was also very angry.

The knife chopped out.

Rong Shu added a little bit of the Earth Core Meteorite Lotus Fire to the fire aura attached to the blade.

The Earth Core Meteorite Lotus Fire could threaten even the consciousness and soul levels, but it was easy to break the spiritual energy shield that Lu Zhuo had hastily condensed.

And then... the hair was burned off.

"Do you feel any discomfort? I just used the strange fire. If you have any hidden illness, you must see a doctor as soon as possible."

At this moment, Lu Zhuo, who had calmed down, realized belatedly that he had just burst into tears without caring about his image. A sense of shame like a landslide surged in his heart, making his old face blush.

As the young master of the Feijian Sect, he considers himself a gentleman of elegance who "can embody elegance at all times".

Throwing a tantrum, wailing... these have nothing to do with the elegant and noble Young Master Lu.

Ahhhhhhh… this is simply too social.

Can Rong Shu and the others lose their memory on the spot?

“…No need! I’ll buy it from you regardless of how many spirit stones you have!” Lu Zhuo managed to utter these words.

Pills like hair growth pills and muscle nourishing pills have no real beneficial effect on cultivation, so they are not widely circulated.

After all, most cultivators would only spend their spirit stones on cutting-edge things.

Only the children of wealthy and powerful people can use spirit stones to hire alchemists to make this kind of elixir.

Rong Shu could see that Lu Zhuo was trying to save face, so he didn't refuse: "Okay, Young Sect Master."

"..."

After the interlude.

Duan Yuyan was also rescued from a deep pit thousands of miles away like pulling onions out of a dry land.

Lu Zhuo and others who had just left the Time Tower began to share their gains from entering the Time Tower.

"I saw eighteen unprecedented sword moves inside... At least in Zhongzhou, as far as I know, no one knows how to use these eighteen sword moves."

"I also gave a name to the new sword move I learned, called—"

"Eighteen Swords of Divine Sky!"

Lu Zhuo demonstrated the power of the eighteen sword moves to several people one by one.

After seeing only the second set of sword moves, Xing Xue felt itchy and couldn't help it.

"I'll help you practice."

Xing Xue could see that Lu Zhuo's new sword moves were not yet proficient enough and needed more practice.

"Okay, Senior Sister Xing Xue."

"And you, Lao Feng, do you want to experience my new sword moves as well?"

"Come just come! I'm afraid you won't make it!"

In the next few days, Rong Shu and the others were adapting to the sudden surge in strength.

From time to time, they would compete with each other.

When they have some time to rest, they will review the process, check for omissions and fill in the gaps.

"...The one standing before you is the descendant of the Crazy Demon Sword Maniac, the runner-up in the Heroes Conference, and the favorite to win the Millennium Dragon and Tiger Ranking in the lower realm—Feng Qianli!"

One afternoon.

Rong Shu and the other six people met again to compete with each other.

Duan Yuyan held a big loudspeaker and enthusiastically acted as a commentator to liven up the atmosphere.

"And his opponent is even more formidable! He's the champion of the Heroes Assembly and Princess Xihe of the Divine Wind Dynasty! Rong Shu! He's also aiming to top the Millennium Dragon and Tiger Rankings of the Lower Realm..."

"Hahaha! This is too funny!"

A sudden and unfamiliar laugh interrupted.

Four unfamiliar figures appeared at the same time.

"That's right, a few freshmen who just entered the academy, whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, are already dreaming of becoming the top student..."

"You really don't know your place..."

When they noticed someone coming, Rong Shu and Feng Qianli paused their competition.

Feng Qianli frowned and looked at the four puzzled people, "Who are you? What's the matter? Why are you disturbing us?"

The new students of the academy also attended classes at the same time, and Rong Shu still remembered their faces.

And these four men... looked very unfamiliar.

They are not new students, but old students.

"What's the matter? We've taken a fancy to this place. You guys can get out of here now." An old servant said arrogantly.