"Hmph," Pang Dezong snorted, too lazy to say more to Mu Hanyan, instead watching intently as she performed the hand gestures.
As he watched, he sneered to himself, "I just can’t believe you can be so lucky all your life. That last time must have been the result of lifetimes of good deeds. Do you think you can do it so easily again?"
Pang Dezong was determined that when Mu Hanyan failed, he’d hold back a little, just enough to make her suffer a bit.
In fact, if Mu Hanyan were to suffer, she might not dare to try so easily again in the future, which was against his original intention. But he was so emotionally imbalanced at the moment that he couldn’t find psychological relief without making Mu Hanyan suffer.
Right before Pang Dezong’s eyes, full of malicious intent and eager anticipation, Mu Hanyan performed one gesture after another, as if by pure instinct.
"Om," a celestial tone hummed out, and a spray of golden light appeared once more, the golden cloak once again materializing on Mu Hanyan’s body. Follow current novᴇls on noveⅼfire.net
"It can’t be, it just can’t be!" Pang Dezong clutched his hair tightly, speaking frantically.
Last time, Mu Hanyan had at least performed half of the hand gestures, but this time, she had only just reached the Seventh Form and had already succeeded.
What kind of luck is this? It’s beyond defying the heavens.
Could it be that using the Divine Artifact wasn’t actually that difficult, and it was just his luck that was atrocious? Pang Dezong even started to feel sorry for himself.
Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded too. It was just too easy to succeed, which made no sense at all.
Seeing how frantic Pang Dezong looked, Mu Hanyan could imagine how much he must have suffered with the Cangxuan Cloud Silk in the past. The words he’d said previously were definitely not just to scare her. Looking at the tuft of hair he was nearly ripping out, Mu Hanyan could even picture his inner bitterness and resentfulness.
"Cough, cough, my luck is indeed too good," Mu Hanyan said, scratching her head in embarrassment.
Accidentally hurting someone else’s fragile spirit was something that Mu Hanyan felt quite guilty about, but what could she do? Her luck was just that good. In fact, even she found her own good fortune astonishing.
"Try again, try one more time. I just can’t believe you’ll always be this lucky," Old Man Pang, completely frazzled, said with disbelief.
"Alright, I’ll try again," Mu Hanyan nodded.
Truthfully, after hearing him describe the Cangxuan Cloud Silk as so terrifying and then experiencing good fortune without any trouble or risk, Mu Hanyan herself was somewhat hoping to fail just once to see how terrifying it really was.
Nonchalantly making a few hand gestures, under Pang Dezong’s almost woeful gaze, Mu Hanyan took off the cloak and performed the hand gestures again.
"Fail, this time you must fail. It’s impossible for her to always be that lucky," Pang Dezong silently prayed, or rather cursed, his heart pounding wildly from too much anticipation.
"Crack," Mu Hanyan had just performed a hand gesture when a blaze of golden light burst forth, so dazzling that one couldn’t keep their eyes open, only to hear a light "crack" coming from the box.
The situation was clearly different from the previous two times.
"She failed, this brat finally failed! As expected, her good luck ran out. She failed at the very first hand gesture, hahaha," Pang Dezong almost burst out laughing with joy.
In reality, this was only to be expected, yet it excited him so much, so joyously. In the end, it was because he had been so rattled by Mu Hanyan’s great fortune, his spirit having suffered too much.