Chapter 417: Having an Unlucky Face is the Ultimate Sin

Ningbi did not rush to open the next box, but stepped out of the storefront with the Moonsight Gun fitted upon her hand.

This magical firearm bore a contour entirely distinct from ordinary firearms, resembling more a strangely fashioned hand-cannon; as power coalesced within it, a dangerous crimson gleam was soon seen darting forth!

Immediately following, a deep, piercing hole appeared upon the ground.

Then, as the influx of power expanded, the metallic forepart of the Moonsight Gun bloomed open, and a spinning, half-man-high orb of dark purple light rotated at high speed with the weapon's discharge, instantly grinding the drifting, goose-feather snowflakes into absolute powder!

"This gun... is quite unlike any other gun, is it not?!"

Though such might could not compare to powerful artifacts like the Haotian Mirror, it was already quite satisfactory, to say nothing of the fact that she had merely struck out at random just now.

The gazes that everyone cast over were filled with immense envy, for this was not a matter concerning raw power alone.

Leaving aside the tremendous might of this weapon, the most important thing was—it looked magnificent!

To suddenly conjure a cluster of light orbs or a meteor shower in the midst of a battle...

This appeared exceedingly sophisticated and full of style!

The audience, their hearts itching with anticipation, instantly erupted into a frenzy of bullet comments: "There are still two boxes left! Open them quickly!"

"Another one! Let us see what good things the Shopkeeper has given!"

"Do not dawdle, hurry up! I am dying of anxiety just watching!"

It was as though they were the ones opening the boxes themselves.

Only now did Ningbi amble back inside from the outdoors, with two gift boxes still resting upon the table.

Yet evidently, these gift boxes seemed to possess the effect of spatial storage artifacts, and the items contained within were by no means limited to the size of the boxes themselves.

This meant the variety of items that could be drawn was far greater, and Ningbi could not help but harbor a sliver of anticipation as she reached for the second gift box.

The gift box opened, revealing a crystal of extreme ice lying quietly within.

Now that the two old shops were earning a massive amount of spirit crystals, their energy reserves were relatively abundant; this was clearly not a particularly vital material, so it had nothing to do with Owner Fang, as this ice crystal had evidently been restored by the system itself.

"What is this...?"

"A piece of ice?"

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

This profound ice radiated a sharp, biting chill, emitting an inexplicable white radiance.

Beside it was a label: "Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Crystal?!"

"What kind of treasure is this?"

"Has anyone ever seen this treasure before?"

"The flying sword of Qi Hao from the Qingyun Sect was forged from a Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Crystal." On the large screen, the truth was soon brought to light.

"To think it is actually a material..."

"If only it were a Ten-Thousand-Year Green Crystal..." Daoist Red Wing spoke with a face full of disappointment; if it were a Ten-Thousand-Year Green Crystal, it could be used to forge an authentic Dragon-Slaying Sword, whereas this ice crystal... was clearly a few grades lower.

However, considering Master Shui Yue's disposition to pass even the Heavenly Amber Divine Sword to her disciple, a flying sword forged from a Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Crystal would absolutely not be lacking either.

"This is rather ordinary..."

"It feels far worse than the previous one."

Those watching the livestream box-opening via the bullet comments were visibly disappointed; after all, though this treasure was decent, in terms of popularity...

It was simply far too low.

Ningbi put it away directly, and then took up the final gift box.

The gazes of everyone gathered upon the box.

Two in a row, and neither had yielded anything too terrible; evidently, this large gift box was vastly more reliable than the small gift boxes from before!

The gift box was opened.

Within it lay a somewhat ancient, wooden short wand.

"What is this again?" Ningbi picked up the short wand in curiosity, only to see a label beside it: Holly wood shaft, phoenix feather core, eleven inches long.

Many customers watching the large screen instantly leapt to their feet.

"Are those not the exact materials of Harry Potter's wand?!"

"It really seems to be?!"

It was already quite incredible that someone had drawn an ordinary wand before, but who would have thought there would be a wand made of the exact same materials as Harry Potter's?!

"But... can it be used?!"

Everyone who had watched the movie knew that items within the world of *Harry Potter* were imbued with profound spirituality; if it were an unsuitable wand, it would not be able to unleash its power.

The characteristic of holly wood was precision, and because holly is an evergreen plant, it also signified a nature of persistence and endurance—whether righteous or evil, if one wished to achieve great things, persistence and endurance were indispensable qualities.

Ningbi went outside to test it; in the snow, she scooped up a ball of white snow, then waved the wand in her hand, chanting softly.

"Transfiguration?!" Everyone watched in astonishment as Ningbi performed the spell.

Immediately afterward, the snowball before their eyes actually transformed into a chubby white mouse, which gave a gentle hop in her hand, leaped down, and then squeaked repeatedly from the cold in the snow.

"It can actually be used?!"

"Should the focus of your attention not be the fact that she can actually use Transfiguration now?!"

"To think it truly turned a dead object into a living animal, this is too miraculous!"

Those who found it even more inconceivable were the crowd of cultivators standing and watching in the Half-City shop; this was something seen with their own eyes and experienced firsthand!

Then, with a tap of the wand in Ningbi's hand, the white mouse spinning and squeaking in the snow instantly turned back into a ball of snow.

Ningbi stowed the wand away, evidently quite pleased with it.

"Next..."

"Let this Venerable One do it!" Immediately, a comical-looking ball floated over.

Impatiently, it tore open its gift box.

Within it lay quietly a silver-gray handgun: a Desert Eagle.

"...?"

"Where is the treasure?! Where is this Venerable One's treasure?!" In an instant, the comical ball was cast aside, and a pair of blood-shot eyes glared at Owner Fang, "Why did they all open good things, while this Venerable One's is such a piece of trash?!"

"Do not speak nonsense," Owner Fang said, "These things were sealed from the very beginning; even this Owner himself did not know what was inside."

"Then... then you had better explain exactly what is going on!" While howling, it shrank further into its blanket, "Damn it, why is it getting colder and colder?!"

After shivering for a while, it cried out again: "Did you intentionally favor that little demon and give this Venerable One's treasure to her?! How is it that even her worst item is better than mine?!"

Owner Fang looked at it with disdain: "Does this even require an explanation? Look in a mirror at your own complexion, and will you not know why?"

"What is wrong with this Venerable One's complexion?" The blanket opened a fraction, revealing absolute darkness.

Owner Fang said: "Your own face is so damn dark, can you blame others for having fair faces?!"

"Is... is having a dark face a crime?!" a certain demon shouted at the top of its lungs.

Owner Fang spoke with an aura of righteousness: "I am deeply sorry, but a dark face is the original sin; next time you open a box, remember to bleach it first."

"It infuriates this venerable one! It utterly infuriates this venerable one!" It inhaled a massive gulp of spiritual energy, only to suddenly realize something was amiss, and bellowed, "This venerable one quits!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Senior Sister, look at that demon—ever since Owner Fang suppressed it, it has looked so incredibly foolish." Yue Yan stood to the side, her shoulders trembling with laughter.

"Having a dark face is the ultimate sin... Hahahahaha, I am dying of laughter!" Mo Xian pounded the table repeatedly. "This venerable one... This venerable one quits! Hahahahaha!"

"Who is next? Is the next one's face white or not?"

Very soon, bullet comments began to ask the question.

There were now four people left who had obtained the grand gift boxes: Nalan Mingxue (Lu Xueqi), Song Qingfeng (Kyo Kusanagi), Dong Qingli, and Su Tianji.

"Let's see, how about these few?" After hearing Owner Fang's theory that "a dark face is the ultimate sin," everyone had begun staring intently at their faces. "The faces of these few... they all seem rather white?"