Translator’s Notes: It should be obvious from the title alone, but this is your trigger warning. I apologize for any discomfort this chapter may cause.

It was a complete accident that Tianyu had nearly been kowtowed to death.

It was a fact that he had saved over 100,000 humans. It was equally reasonable for him to accept the kowtows of the people he had saved. This was the karma that had established the basis for him to receive the fortune of gratitude. But while a blue fortune was a potent tonic for Wei Yuan, it was only a deadly poison for Tianyu. Moreover, Tianyu’s Dao Foundation was no Great Realm—how could it possibly bear the weight of thousands of wisps of blue fortune?

This was why he had nearly died before he even made it to the third kowtow.

After figuring out the truth, Tianyu just stood there for a long time, dumbfounded and at a complete loss for words. There was no doubt that the sacrifices’ gratitude toward him had come from the bottom of their hearts—after all, they had literally manifested as fortune. They literally couldn’t be more sincere if they tried.

This was also why he found himself in a bind: He wanted to curse the sacrifices, but he couldn’t. After all, they were truly grateful toward him. However, he couldn’t just let it go either because he had nearly died. A Strength Warlock wasn’t known for their intelligence either, so try as Tianyu might, he was unable to think of a way to vent this frustration. In the end, he could only bid Wei Yuan goodbye and leave glumly.

Meanwhile, the influx of over 100,000 newcomers had instantly propelled Wei Yuan’s cultivation speed to a new level....