Chapter 70: Whoever You Stare At Gets Pregnant

### Volume 1: Entering a New World

Zu An blinked. "Maybe I just got lucky?"

He wasn't lying; he truly had been lucky. He simply chose not to elaborate on *why* his luck was so good.

"Lucky?" Old Man Mi frowned, clearly unsatisfied with that answer.

"What else could it be?" Zu An replied. "Do you think I could cheat right under Silverhook Casino's nose?"

Old Man Mi considered this. He knew exactly what Zu An was capable of, so he turned to leave. As he walked out, he said, "Don't go aimlessly wandering around lately. You've got an IOU for 7.5 million silver taels from the Plum Blossom Gang; they won't let this go easily."

Zu An felt a warmth in his heart. He wondered if he had misunderstood the old man. It seemed Old Man Mi truly cared about him and showed no covetousness even after learning he possessed a huge sum of money.

Little did he know, Old Man Mi had no need to covet it. Once he eventually took over Zu An's body, everything would be his anyway.

After Old Man Mi left, Zu An went to firmly close the door. Ensuring no one was around, he washed his face and hands before beginning his lottery draw.

Just as he was about to press the Enter key to start the draw, he noticed a change in the keyboard. Looking closely, he found an additional line of prompt information:

*Total accumulated Rage points have exceeded 100,000. The lottery system has unlocked the letter key area.*

Zu An was stunned at first, then overjoyed. Did this mean he could now draw items from the letter key area? The previously drawn "Rich Lady's Pleasure Ball" and "Dagger of Poison," while seemingly underwhelming on the surface, had proven quite useful in reality. If he drew any new item this time, it surely wouldn't be bad.

Still disbelieving, he tentatively pressed "Start Draw."

As expected, the result was "Thank you for participating." Yet, a look of excitement spread across his face, as he had personally seen the cursor indeed jumping around the letter key area, proving it was possible to draw from there.

He continued the draw.

*Ding! You have drawn a Qi Fruit!*

Through his recent explorations, he had roughly concluded that the probability of drawing a Qi Fruit was about one-tenth. The chances of drawing a "Paralysis Poison Vial," "Lucky Pill," or even "Believe in Chun Ge" were still unknown and seemed somewhat random.

After a while, Zu An's expression subtly changed. All he was drawing was either "Thank you for participating" or Qi Fruits; nothing else appeared.

He had enough Rage points for a full 602 draws this time. Surely he wouldn't fail to draw a single skill?

The moment this thought arose, he hurriedly spat to ward off the jinx. *Never set a flag!*

Fortunately, during his 500th-plus draw, the cursor finally stopped in the letter key area, landing on the letter "D."

What could it be?

Zu An looked on with anticipation, only to see a transparent thin film appear on the virtual screen, resembling a contact lens.

"Congratulations on drawing 'Stare-to-Impregnate'!"

Zu An: "???"

However, having experienced such quirks before, he wasn't too surprised by the strange items drawn from this keyboard. He quickly checked its description.

**Stare-to-Impregnate Description:***Wear this item on your eyes. When staring at a target, you can choose whether to activate the skill. As long as the target's gaze meets yours, they will immediately experience the immersive pain of a ten-month pregnancy and childbirth, regardless of their gender or race. The effect lasts for one hour before returning to normal. Usages: 3 times.**This skill, along with the "Take Chastity from a Thousand Li Away" skill by a certain powerful expert named Song from another space-time, is known as one of the "Twin Masterpieces of Conception Arts."*

Zu An was speechless. In comparison, he would much rather have the "Take Chastity from a Thousand Li Away" skill. He wondered which mighty expert possessed such an ability; truly, it was worthy of his generation's reverence.

This "Stare-to-Impregnate" skill was simply a ripoff! It merely inflicted pain without any actual damage, and it wore off after an hour—what was the point?

Why did the things drawn from this system seem more like prank items?

However, he quickly realized that this skill could be divine when used at a critical moment.

Previous scientific studies had shown that human pain could be divided into ten levels, with the pain of childbirth being among the most severe. In his previous life, there was a childbirth simulator that many men, either forced or voluntarily expressing love for their wives, tried. Yet, even iron-willed men would break down, wailing and crying, shortly after starting the experience.

If he unleashed this on an enemy during a critical battle, they would surely lose their combat ability instantly, allowing the situation to be reversed in a flash.

His only regret was the limited number of uses for this skill. It seemed he couldn't use it carelessly but had to save it for crucial moments.

Additionally, he wondered if the skill could be an area-of-effect attack. If he could activate this skill by staring at a group of people simultaneously, wouldn't that be truly heaven-defying?

Various scenarios flashed through his mind, and Zu An couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.

He continued drawing afterward, but the cursor never landed on the letter keys again. After totaling everything, he had drawn 58 more Qi Fruits.

Zu An consumed the Qi Fruits one by one, feeling the Qi begin to flow within his body. The golden substance in the second formation of the third rank rapidly filled, though it still wasn't completely full, reaching only about two-thirds of the way.

Following the Fibonacci sequence pattern, the second formation required 89 Qi Fruits. He had filled some previously, and now, after eating 58, he probably needed about twenty more Qi Fruits.

Thinking this, Zu An felt a bit frustrated. He had painstakingly earned over 60,000 Rage points, which seemed like a lot, but it wasn't even enough to fill one formation. Especially in the later stages, the Rage points required for each formation would be astronomical. At his current rate of earning Rage points, when would he ever finish?

Stretching his limbs, Zu An assessed his strength. It was roughly equivalent to that of just over 200 normal adult men.

He had originally felt like a superman, but then he recalled how cars in his previous life had over a hundred horsepower. If his strength were truly converted, it might not even match a car accelerating at full power.

However, looking at it from another perspective, running almost as fast as a car still made him seem superhuman. He wondered how terrifying the strength of those higher-level cultivators in this world was.

In truth, he lacked common sense. Cultivators in this world, in their later stages, could borrow the power of heaven and earth, which could no longer be simply measured by the accumulation of human strength.

With nothing else to do, he went to the quiet room to see how Cheng Shoubeng was progressing with copying the family rules. He wondered how many people Cheng Shoubeng had hired.

However, when he arrived outside the quiet room, he found Cheng Shoubeng gnashing his teeth and furiously writing, completely alone in the room.

Zu An: "..."

This fellow was so greedy for money he was risking his life! He couldn't even bear to spend a little money to hire someone.

But if he was willing to do it himself, then let him copy slowly.

Zu An turned to leave. As he returned to his own door, he suddenly stopped, his muscles tensing as he gazed at a broken strand of hair on the door latch.

Ever since he learned that someone in the mansion wanted to kill him, he had been extra cautious, even setting up small mechanisms on his door every time he went out. The current situation clearly indicated that someone had entered his room earlier. He just didn't know if they were still inside.

He took a deep breath, quietly slipped the Death-Certain Dagger into his sleeve, then gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. Having just leveled up, he wanted to test his strength.

The moment he entered, a gust of wind swept from behind the door, and a lithe black figure lunged at him. Zu An was prepared. He executed a "lazy donkey roll" to dodge, then thrust his Death-Certain Dagger towards the figure.

The assailant clearly hadn't expected their presence to be exposed. Coupled with Zu An's speed, they seemed unable to dodge in their haste, and the dagger struck.

Zu An, however, felt no joy, for he sensed that the dagger's tip had not pierced the person's body but had hit an afterimage.

"Huh?" The graceful figure was already half-crouching on a table several meters away, her voice filled with shock. First, because of Zu An's rapid reaction, which was clearly different from the good-for-nothing image she had of him. Second, because of the dagger's sharpness; it had easily cut through her protective Qi armor, slicing off a piece of her clothing. Had her movement technique not been fast enough, she would have been injured by that blow.

Zu An was now scrutinizing her. She was clad head to toe in a night-suit, her hair also deliberately covered. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, clearly belonging to a woman, and likely a very beautiful one.

Because she had just dodged his killing move, she was half-crouched on the table like a female leopard, making her figure appear even more graceful. Combined with her beautiful eyes, it was clear that beneath the veil lay a beautiful face.

Yet, from her eyes, Zu An discerned a hint of familiarity. A flash of realization struck him, and he blurted out, "Xue'er!"

The black-clad figure trembled, then slowly pulled down her mask, revealing a face that held a mix of delicate charm and pique. However, her brows were now furrowed with coldness. "You're a cultivator?"

Given his swift reaction just now, no ordinary person could have done that.

Zu An smiled faintly. "Aren't you as well?"

Xue'er said in a low voice, "You've always presented yourself as a good-for-nothing. So you were just playing the pig to eat the tiger. What is your true purpose?"

Zu An sighed. "With such high cultivation, you're content to lurk in the Chu family as a mere maidservant. Shouldn't I be the one asking what your purpose is?"

Xue'er snorted. "Whatever it is, it no longer matters. Today, you are doomed!"

Zu An couldn't help but exclaim, "You're too heartless! No matter what, we've had our physical intimacy. As the saying goes, 'One day as husband and wife, a hundred days of kindness'..."

He was cut off before he could finish. "Silence!" Xue'er snapped.

Rage points from Qiao Xueying: +444!

She considered that incident a deep-seated resentment. Every time she dreamed of her innocent body being defiled by his hateful hands, she would wake up from the nightmare in a start.

Having bickered for some time, she retorted, unwilling to show weakness, "You're not even a real man; how dare you say such things?" As she spoke, she cast a disdainful glance between his legs, brimming with mockery.

She expected him to fly into a rage or be utterly shamed, but Zu An acted as if nothing was wrong. "Even if we fell short at the final step, the situation back then still counted as half a day. So, by conversion, that's still fifty days of bond, right? Are you truly so heartless?"

"One day as husband and wife, a hundred days of kindness. What the hell is 'half a day as husband and wife, fifty days of kindness'!"