Chapter 13: The Fool Becomes a Sect’s National Treasure
Narration:-The Chaos of Luck
The Jade Blossom Sect was in absolute disarray.
No, not because of an enemy invasion.
Not because of an ancient calamity.
Not even because of an internal rebellion.
The reason?
Walid.
The fool. The disaster. The walking, breathing, sentient treasure radar.
After his "punishment" turned into a gold-digging spree, rumors spread like wildfire across the sect. The once mocked idiot was now a living legend, and every single female disciple had their eyes locked on him—not with disdain anymore, but with burning greed.
👤 "He found ten thousand-year-old spirit jade in one dig?!"
👤 "I heard he pulled out a divine artifact just by kicking a rock!"
👤 "No, no, the best part is—he doesn't even KNOW what he's doing!"
The entire sect hierarchy was shaken.
Elder Yan, usually composed and strict, was now standing in front of Walid, arms crossed, studying him like he was some kind of divine beast.
Meanwhile, the sect leader, Mistress Xue, sat on her high seat, watching the scene unfold with a deep, complicated gaze.
Was this fool… really just an idiot with stupid luck?
Or was he some kind of cosmic joke played by fate itself?
Regardless, one thing was clear—
"We must never let this treasure slip away from our sect."
And thus…
Walid's status was about to change forever.
The Disaster in the Dining Hall
Walid, completely oblivious to his rising importance, was sitting in the sect's dining hall, stuffing his face with food like a man who had never eaten before.
Spirit beast meat, golden rice, fruit drenched in qi essence—he didn't care about any of that fancy stuff. Food was food.
But the moment he bit into his steamed bun…
💥 CRACK!
His teeth hit something hard.
Confused, Walid spit it out, only to find—
A tiny, glimmering pearl of immense energy.
"What the—" 😐
The entire dining hall went silent.
The female disciples turned their heads toward him in horror.
👤 "D-Did he just…"
👤 "He found… a Spirit Core… inside a steamed bun?!"
Mistress Xue, who was just about to take a sip of tea, froze mid-motion. Elder Yan dropped her chopsticks.
Even the disciples who were once making fun of him now had the same thought—
This fool is cursed… cursed with heaven-defying luck!
And then—
🔊 [SYSTEM: HAHAHAHAHAHA! EVEN I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! YOU'RE A WALKING MIRACLE OF BRAINLESSNESS! 🤣]
"Shut up! This isn't even funny anymore!" 😫
🔊 [SYSTEM: OH NO, IT'S HILARIOUS. YOU JUST BIT INTO A TREASURE. AHAHAHA!]
"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!" 😭
The disciples whispered among themselves, their expressions complicated.
👤 "Mistress… should we… confiscate it?"
👤 "But what if he just finds another one in his soup?"
👤 "Or in his tea?!"
Mistress Xue sighed deeply, massaging her temples.
"Forget it. If we try to take it, he'll just find another one somewhere else."
And thus, the sect officially gave up.
Walid wasn't just a man anymore.
He was a phenomenon.
The Protection of the Fool
As the sect leaders gathered in the grand hall that night, a serious discussion was held.
Elder Yan spoke first, her voice calm but firm.
"Mistress. It is clear that this fool is no ordinary fool. He is a fool with power beyond mortal comprehension."
Another elder nodded solemnly.
"It would be wise to make him an official part of the sect. We must ensure no other forces steal him away."
The sect mistress closed her eyes, lost in thought.
It was true.
Walid's luck was beyond anything she had ever seen. It wasn't just random fortune—it was absolute destiny warping reality itself.
If they let him leave, he might just accidentally trip over a legendary inheritance.
If they tried to harm him, he might just fall into a secret realm full of divine treasures.
Even the heavens themselves seemed to favor him.
She exhaled deeply.
"From this moment forward, Walid is under the sect's full protection. No disciple may harm him, and no elder may exploit him."
The decision was made.
And just like that, Walid had gone from sect idiot to protected national treasure.
Epilogue: The Fool's Unwanted Fame
The next morning, Walid woke up feeling refreshed.
"Ahh~ What a nice nap." ☺️
He stretched, yawning, when suddenly—
💥 BANG!
The door to his room slammed open, and a horde of female disciples rushed in, holding—
👘 Handmade robes.🍽️ High-quality meals.📜 Cultivation manuals he couldn't even read.
👤 "Walid! We prepared your morning meal!"
👤 "Walid! I made this robe for you!"
👤 "Walid! Do you want to cultivate together?!"
His face twitched.
"W-What is this?!" 😨
🔊 [SYSTEM: CONGRATULATIONS, HOST! YOU HAVE BECOME A CELEBRITY! 🎉]
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" 😭
🔊 [SYSTEM: HAHAHA! SORRY, YOU'RE STUCK WITH IT NOW! 🤣]
Walid backed away, realizing one horrible truth—
He wasn't free anymore.
He had become a protected treasure.
He had become a living goldmine.
And now, the entire sect was watching him like hungry wolves.
"I'M DOOMED." 😱
[TO BE CONTINUED…]