The story written on the wish paper left Han in deep silence.

  Thanks to the cheat, every wish contained in the "Drifting Wish Bottle" could be trusted as the truth—these were not fabrications. They were the perspectives of those who made the wish, reflecting their true experiences.

  Three years of discrimination, a half-demon's life was never easy.

  Three years of warmth, yet it concealed hidden motives—bones were stolen, and lives were ruined.

  By sheer luck, she hadn’t died, but had fallen into slavery.

  Han could easily guess that after becoming a servant, Luo Miaomiao's life must have been utterly miserable.

  It was nothing short of a tragedy.

  The life she endured reminded him of a story.

  The difference, however, was that the protagonist of that story eventually stood tall among the heavens.

  But Luo Miaomiao... Han felt she might be beyond saving.

  He sighed.

  "Luo Miaomiao, this is your story, but what is your wish?"

  This was the essence of the "Drifting Wish Bottle." The wishes of other beings turned into bottles, drifting to Han’s side. After learning their wish, Han was required to return one.

  The bottle wasn’t merely a decoration; it contained something valuable to Han—something the cheat had gifted him.

  However, the bottle couldn’t be opened until Han returned the wish.

  Luo Miaomiao was most likely in the territory of the Phoenix Clan. Han didn’t know where that was, and he had no power to save her.

  Fortunately, returning the wish didn’t require Han to travel physically. He could simply write his response on the wish paper.

  What could he write on the paper?

  He would have to write passionately.

  “Since her wish bottle reached me with a reward, would returning the wish also benefit her?” Han thought briefly, but the "Drifting Wish Bottle" didn’t provide an answer.

  Han pondered, then began to write on the wish paper.

  "Luo Miaomiao, once I read the story of a legendary figure's life."

  "Long ago, there was a person named Xiao Shi. He came from a noble family and possessed the supreme bone—he was born destined for greatness. But when he was just one year old, his cruel aunt took away his bone and gave it to his cousin..."

  "Xiao Shi went through all this, but despite having no bone, he still became invincible. Eventually, his bone was revived through his own efforts..."

  "Xiao Shi grew stronger and stronger. He even lost his bone once again, but it didn’t defeat him. He..."

  "Xiao Shi became an immortal, and his power only grew. Throughout history, few could match him, and no one dared to call themselves his superior..."

  "If ancient people could achieve this, why can’t you, Luo Miaomiao?"

  "You must keep fighting to survive. As long as you're alive, someone will remember your father. As long as you’re alive, there will always be a chance."

  "Luo Miaomiao, you don’t want the evil ones to be triumphant, do you? You don’t want them to..."

  "You are born to be an immortal. Even without that bone, you can still become an immortal!"

  "Fight on!"

  Han sighed deeply. His words were his only form of encouragement—he couldn’t offer anything more. It felt so powerless, so futile.

  “Hopefully, my return will help you somehow.” Han wished sincerely.

  As soon as he finished speaking, the wish paper flickered faintly, almost as if it had received his words.

  Han paused. Could it be that it understood his message?

  He had written a lot, but the wish paper seemed to absorb everything—no matter how many words, it always held them.

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  Han took a deep breath and relaxed.

  Finally, the story was complete.

  Being robbed of one's Nirvana Bone had to be met with a similar tale of encouragement.

  Han had rewritten a story he once read in his past life, modifying and trimming it, leaving out the parts that didn’t fit, and then wrote it down on the wish paper.

  It felt surreal—he’d crossed over into another world, yet here he was, writing a story as if it were a simple tale.

  Once done, Han carefully read through his writing before releasing the wish paper.

  The purple light flared brightly, and Han vaguely saw the outline of a figure appear within the light.

  Many parts were still unclear, but that head of white hair left a deep impression on him.

  Luo Miaomiao?

  As his soul world returned to clarity, the wish paper vanished without a trace.

  “Could it be... it really went to Luo Miaomiao?” Han wondered, but no one could answer him.

  Grabbing the Drifting Wish Bottle, Han uncorked it and peered inside.

  Let's see what the reward is.

  Han’s eyes widened.

  ...

  The mountains stretched endlessly into the sky, majestic and vast. The air was filled with an aura of prosperity—an ideal celestial land. The very energy of the world seemed to be liquefying, a true paradise.

  In one corner of this paradise, there was a small, makeshift shelter built with a few pieces of wood and some branches and leaves. It wasn’t so much a house as a crude hut.

  This hut was very low, no more than a meter high, with a rudimentary door. It was located in a barren area, with little to see nearby, though in the far distance, one could make out magnificent palaces or exquisite towers.

  Even farther away, there was an ancient, towering tree where someone had built a nest on its branches.

  Inside the small hut lay a frail figure, a girl wrapped in a blanket made of woven grass leaves.

  She was so thin that her bones were almost visible. She looked about seven or eight years old, with a sunken face and yellow skin—there was no sign of health.

  Her hair was a dry, ashen white—something completely out of place for someone her age.

  Her mouth moved constantly, but no sound came out because she was mute.

  Her breath was weak, and her movements were growing slower, her eyes dimming—she was on the verge of death.

  At that moment, a flash of purple light entered her body.

  Then golden and red energy rushed toward her heart, merging within her, bringing a faint glimmer of life.

  It didn’t transform her entirely, nor did it cause a sudden surge in power—it merely gave her the chance to survive.

  "Lo Miaomiao..."

  "Ancient tales speak of..."

  "You must strive to survive..."

  "You are born an immortal..."

  "Go!"

  Strange words echoed in her ears, and suddenly, her heart began to beat more forcefully. Life gradually returned to her eyes, and warmth surged through her body.

  "I will survive..."

  "I am born an immortal..."

  "My father will be remembered forever..."

  The voice was not her own body speaking, but the voice of her soul, a spiritual voice that grew stronger, as though it had regained its power.

  She lifted her left hand, and a sheet of paper appeared in her palm. The majority of the page was taken up by a painting.

  The painting depicted a young man, tall and lithe, vivid and full of life. Yet, there was a tragic flaw—the young man's face was obscured by a mist, leaving only a pair of eyes visible, extraordinarily bright, capable of seeing through the realms of life and death.

  Beside the painting were words:

  "Born an Immortal, Go!"

  "I will survive."

  "Go..."

  "Thank you, Immortal."

  The image on the paper melded into her left hand without a trace. She could sense the newfound strength in her body as she slowly sat up and crawled out of her tiny shelter.

  The shelter was too small; she could only crawl in and out. A larger and taller shelter was beyond her ability to build—if she somehow managed to, it would surely be destroyed.

  She, a half-demon, was nothing more than a lowly servant, at the mercy of others in this place.

  Once outside, she stood in the open air. Her body remained small and frail, but something about her had changed.

  She gazed into the distance, towards the most prosperous land—the place where the Phoenix Clan would eventually settle.

  "I won’t die."

  She whispered to herself, perhaps more to reassure herself than anyone else.

  As long as she could survive, even in her current weak state, there was still hope.

  Little Stone became the Heavenly Emperor; she could do it too!

  ...

  Looking into the jade bottle, Han was stunned.

  Inside, he saw a tiny phoenix fluttering about. But in the blink of an eye, the phoenix transformed into a single drop of bright red blood.

  "Is this... Phoenix blood?"

  This was the reward from the drifting wish bottle?

  "If it really is Phoenix blood, then this is a treasure," Han thought, a wide grin spreading across his face.

  The blood of a mythical creature like the Phoenix was beyond precious.

  Han’s True Dragon Blood Soul Stone, after all, was a fusion of Dragon Soul Blood and Sacred Soul Stone. He guessed that while this drop of Phoenix blood might not compare to True Dragon Blood, which was the very essence of the dragon, it was still incredibly valuable.

  "Well, well, I officially declare you a useful cheat."

  He poured the Phoenix blood out and noticed it wasn’t being absorbed by the Soul Realm.

  "Do I need to absorb it physically?"

  If that’s the case, he would have to wait until he returned to Black Cloud Town to use it.

  But when the Phoenix blood was poured out, the purple jade bottle itself turned into a liquid and fell into Han’s spiritual sea.

  Immediately, Han noticed his spiritual sea swelling in size, and the energy rippled back into the Soul Realm, causing it to expand as well.

  Han was surprised. He hadn’t expected the bottle to bring such a benefit.

  He waited a while in the Soul Realm, for what, you ask?

  Of course, he was waiting for the next drifting wish bottle.

  Unfortunately, after a long wait, there was still no sign of a new wish bottle.

  "Really is random," Han mumbled.

  This cheat came with some basic information, though it was brief. At least it gave Han some understanding.

  The appearance of the drifting wish bottles was not fixed and followed no particular pattern—it was completely random. Some days, he might capture many wishes in a single day, while other days he might only get one bottle, like the one he just received.

  Inside his room, Han opened his eyes, feeling quite excited.

  Even if this month had only brought the Phoenix blood, he considered it a win.

  And Han didn’t believe his luck would be so bad.

  After his excitement subsided, Han couldn’t help but think of Lo Miaomiao again. He sighed, wondering how she was doing and what her final fate would be.

  He could only hope his wish response would make a difference.

  This time, Old Master Zhou had truly done something good.