With wide eyes, Nie Tian looked at his Fortune Well, but said with a frustrated sigh, “Talk about bad luck.”

Unlike most cultivators, he practiced not only spiritual power, but also flame power, wood power and star power.

However, his Fortune Well happened to spew none of the three, but water power instead.

According to Chai Longge, the Fortune Wells spewed all kinds of power, even including pure flesh power.

Even if his Fortune Well had spewed pure flesh power, he would be able to channel it with his special bloodline talent to refine his body.

However, water power was of absolutely no use to him.

He shifted his gaze from his Fortune Well to Yin Yanan’s and the others’, and discovered that none of their Fortune Wells had worked their wonders yet.

He understood that the Fortune Wells didn’t necessarily work wonders at the same time. Some took longer, while others took shorter.

Not to mention that some might even stay dormant till the entire season was over.

“Hey, little brother!” A distant, overjoyed voice caught Nie Tian’s ears.

He looked over, and it turned out to be a good-looking man in purple...