Tang Dynasty: Starting with Dimo, he was targeted by Li Shimin.

Chapter 18 is here! A mystical lottery!

Lin Luo looked at the scene before him—

Cheng Yaojin was feeding beef jerky to a green sprite with a flower blooming on its head.

A money-loving duck was eyeing Li Shimin's jade belt buckle nearby.

The green cat on my lap is still purring—

I couldn't help but think to myself: Could this beautiful grass and Cheng Yaojin, who loves beef to death, be a match made in heaven?

One Grass-type Pokémon loves to eat meat, while the other Winged-type Pokémon loves gold.

And then there's Yuchi Gong's evolved Swallowtail Otter that even gives away pebbles...

He began to seriously suspect that the system was matching elves to their owners' personalities.

Speaking of Yuchi Gong—

Yuchi Gong's eyes were practically blazing with fury as he watched Cheng Yaojin and Qili Cao being all lovey-dovey.

It's not jealousy.

It's a sense of crisis.

Grass system overcomes water system.

This means that Cheng Yaojin's Qili Grass is the natural nemesis of his Swallowtail Otter!

In the last Pokémon battle, Oshawott had just evolved and overpowered Digiwin. Now, Cheng Yaojin has directly drawn a Pokémon that is super effective against him!

How can we even compare?!

"Shopkeeper!" Yuchi Gong strode up to Lin Luo, "I want another one too!"

"You still have a spot." Lin Luo pushed the Star Mirror over.

Yuchi Gong took the Star Mirror and solemnly placed it on the table.

Then--

He did something that no one expected.

He stood up straight, put his hands together, and closed his eyes.

Cheng Yaojin chuckled upon seeing the pose: "You, Black Charcoal Head, are doing this too?!"

"Shut up! Don't bother me!"

Yuchi Gong closed his eyes, his expression as solemn as if he were offering sacrifices to his ancestors at the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Li Shimin, who was standing to the side, did not stop this scene at all.

He thought about it carefully: Since this is a celestial artifact, it seems reasonable to express reverence before extracting the spirit beast...

Fang Xuanling nodded slightly, clearly convinced by this "logic".

Lin Luo: "…………"

He meant to say that this thing is just a random number generator, and whether you believe it or not is irrelevant—

But seeing an emperor, a prime minister, and two dukes all staring devoutly at a bronze mirror,

He decided to shut up.

(ㆁωㆁ) Whatever, as long as you're happy.

Yuchi Gong took a deep breath and began to make a wish—

"By the Three Pure Ones, the Dao Ancestors!!"

"Disciple Yuchi Gong sincerely prays!!"

"May my disciple draw a Pokémon that is super effective against Grass-type Pokémon this time!!"

"This disciple is willing to—"

He opened one eye and glanced in Cheng Yaojin's direction.

Cheng Yaojin felt a shiver run through his body, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Don't—"

"This disciple is willing to offer twenty years of Cheng Banfu's lifespan as a sacrifice—!!"

"Please, the Three Pure Ones, show your divine power!!!!"

"You f***ing!!!"

Cheng Yaojin jumped up!

"I offered you ten years last time and you exploded! You're giving me twenty years straight!! Are you trying to kill me on the spot?!"

"You're not short of lifespan," Yuchi Gong said with a smirk, his face full of smugness.

"Look at your physique, you're as strong as an ox, losing twenty years won't make a difference at all."

"Bullshit!! Why don't you use your own?!"

"I'm saving my life to accompany the little mouse otter—no, the swallowtail otter—as it grows up."

"So I don't need to keep mine, right?!"

"You don't have any elves to keep you company."

"I have DuckGirl and Chili Grass!!"

"That's your problem, it has nothing to do with me."

"Yu! Chi! Gong!!! You just wait!!!"

Cheng Yaojin was so enraged that he was about to throw a stool at someone—

Just then—

"Buzz—!!"

The Star Mirror suddenly lit up!

Everyone turned to look at the same time.

The golden light on the mirror was brighter than ever before.

The phantom of the elf was spinning rapidly.

One shadow after another swept past—

The speed is getting faster and faster—

Then it stopped abruptly.

An outline emerged from the light—

A slender figure, a pair of enormous wings,

There seemed to be delicate patterns on the wings—

The light dissipated.

An elf appeared clearly on the mirror surface—

A pair of magnificent wings took up most of the picture.

Its wings were covered with a pattern of interwoven blue-purple and gold scales.

Her body was slender and elegant, with six delicate limbs tucked together below her abdomen.

Its antennae, like two delicate ribbons, fluttered gently in the air.

The two compound eyes reflected a cold, sharp light—

It doesn't look like an insect.

It looks more like a throwing knife shaped like a butterfly.

Beautiful, but dangerous.

"…………"

Cheng Yaojin froze in the position of lifting the stool.

Yuchi Gong's mouth was agape, unable to close.

Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling both took half a step forward at the same time.

Lin Luo glanced at the screen—

Then the corners of his mouth curved up.

"Transform into a butterfly. Insect attribute plus wing attribute."

"Dual attributes, and—"

He glanced at the Qili Grass in Cheng Yaojin's hand.

"Bug-type beats Grass-type. Flying-type also beats Grass-type."

"Double the restraint."

There was a three-second silence.

Then Cheng Yaojin's stool fell to the ground.

"No...no way..."

He glanced at the ridiculously gorgeous butterfly fairy reflected in the star mirror.

Then he looked at the beautiful grass in his arms, its head adorned with flowers and a piece of beef jerky dangling from its mouth.

His face turned liver-colored in an instant.

"This isn't right!! How did you manage to pull a double counter?! I sacrificed ten years of your lifespan to pull a single counter?!"

"That means your lifespan isn't valuable enough," Yuchi Gong said calmly.

"you!!!"

"Or rather—the Three Pure Ones believe that your twenty years of lifespan is more sincere than my ten years."

"Yuchi Gong, you just wait!! I'm not done with you yet!!"

Cheng Yaojin was so angry that he trembled all over.

But just as he was about to rush forward—

"Enough!!"

Li Shimin gave a sharp shout.

The two of them froze as if they had been struck by acupuncture points.

"Two dignified dukes and generals! One is making a wish by sacrificing the other's lifespan, and the other is holding a stool, ready to hit someone—"

"What kind of behavior is this?!"

The two immediately became obedient, standing still with their heads down and looking aggrieved.

But after Li Shimin finished his reprimand, his gaze drifted towards the Star Mirror—

Double the effectiveness against Grass-type enemies.

He's both strong and handsome.

He looked down at the purring cat on his lap.

...Should I try to do the same thing as them later?

No, no, I am the emperor, how can I engage in such feudal superstitions?

But what if it actually works...?

Fang Xuanling, noticing Li Shimin's dilemma, silently took a step back.

He decided not to get involved in the topic.

After the farce, Lin Luo carried Hua Die out of the backyard.

To be precise, it wasn't "hug"—it flew out on its own.

The moment the butterfly spread its wings, everyone present fell silent.

Those wings were at least three feet wide.

The blue-purple and golden scales refracted a dazzling luster under the sunlight.

Each flap of its wings stirred up a gentle breeze.

Fine, shimmering scales even floated in the air—

It hovered in mid-air, its six slender legs tucked in, its antennae gracefully curved.

His two compound eyes calmly scanned everyone around him.

It doesn't look like an elf.

Like a flying work of art.

"So...so beautiful..." Fang Xuanling couldn't help but murmur in admiration.

This was the first time Li Shimin had ever seen such a quality in an elf.

It's not the silly cuteness of Duck Gigi, not the soft and cuddly cuteness of Water Blue, and not the lazy cuteness of Meow Meow.

Rather, it possesses a cold, sharp, almost weapon-like quality.

"The evolutionary chain of the butterfly is: furry → crawling → butterfly," Lin Luo explained.

"Momo is a small green caterpillar, Papa is the cocoon stage, and Huadie is the final stage after breaking out of the cocoon."

"In the current version, the Butterfly Transformation pet is a very powerful battle pet in both PVP and PVE, belonging to the T1 tier."

"The edges of its wings are extremely sharp—"

Lin Luo paused, then pointed to the edge of the butterfly's wings, which faintly gleamed with a cold light—

"Don't let its butterfly-like appearance fool you; those wings are practically two throwing knives. When flapping at high speed, the wing edges can slice through most objects."

"Including iron."

Li Shimin's eyes lit up.

As an emperor who spent half his life fighting on the battlefield, he had a natural fascination with weapons.

"Cut open iron?"

"It's not a direct chop, but the cutting force generated by high-speed wing flapping. When the frequency is high enough, the sharpness of the wing edges is comparable to that of a fine knife."

Li Shimin remained silent for two seconds.

Then he turned to look at the guards behind him.

"Go, fetch my sword."

Lin Luo: "?"

The guard quickly brought over a sword.

The scabbard was jet black, and the hilt was wrapped with gold thread; the sword flashed with a cold light the moment it was drawn.

The sword blade faintly gleamed with a dark blue sheen.

"This sword was forged from meteorite iron and has been with me for over a decade." Li Shimin gripped the sword.

There was a hint of smugness in his tone.

"The shopkeeper said the wings of a butterfly can cut through iron—I'd like to test them against my sword."

Lin Luo glanced at the sword in Li Shimin's hand, then at the butterfly in mid-air.

I'm already mentally complaining—

Your Majesty, this is not a matter of whether or not to compete.

This is like trying to break a stone with tofu.

The edge of the butterfly's wing is recognized as one of the top physical cutting skills in the Kingdom of Rock.

No matter how good your sword is, it's still just a piece of iron.

But he didn't stop him—

After all, this is the emperor, and he is invincible in the store. If something really happens, the system will protect him.

"Transform into butterflies," Yuchi Gong issued the command for the first time as the master, his voice tinged with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"In the past... let His Majesty see your strength."

Hua Die turned her compound eyes and looked at Yuchi Gong.

Then he looked at the sword in Li Shimin's hand.

Its antennae twitched slightly—

It's like assessing the opponent.

Then--

"laugh--!"

A bluish-purple afterimage flashed by!

The butterfly flew past Li Shimin at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye—

All anyone saw was a cloud of scales and dust.

Then the butterfly had already hovered behind Li Shimin.

The wings folded gracefully.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But Li Shimin looked down at the sword in his hand—

A hair-thin cut appeared on the scabbard at some point.

It extends from the top of the scabbard all the way to the bottom.

Straight.

perfect.

If that slash had been even an inch off—

What was cut open was not the scabbard, but the blade.

Li Shimin tightened his grip on the sword slightly.

He looked up at the graceful butterfly hovering in mid-air—

There was no hostility in those cold, compound eyes.

There is only one kind of composure that instinctively puts people under pressure, the kind that belongs to higher-level beings.

"...Excellent swordsmanship," Li Shimin said softly.

Then he turned to look at Lin Luo.

"Shopkeeper, every single sprite in your shop—"

"Are they all just bad guys?"

Lin Luo picked up the teacup and slowly took a sip.

"That depends on who you're comparing yourself to."

(*´∀`)~

Yuchi Gong's expression at this moment—

To describe it in four words:

It was incredibly enjoyable.

He glanced at the incredibly handsome butterfly in mid-air.

Then he glanced at Cheng Yaojin across the way, who was holding the Qili Grass with a sour look on his face.

His lips curled up in a wild smile.

"Cheng Banfu" (a type of axe).

"...What are you doing?"

"Your little flower seedling seems a little afraid of me, this butterfly."

Cheng Yaojin looked down—

The beautiful grass had somehow shrunk behind him.

The flowers on top of my head have all closed.

Two round eyes timidly gazed at the butterfly in mid-air—

That was a fear from the depths of our genes.

Grass-type characters fear Bug-type characters.

"Li...Li...Help..."

(；ω；)

Cheng Yaojin hugged the Qili Grass tightly, his eyes reddening:

"Don't be afraid! I'm here! That big butterfly is bullying you, I'll fight it!"

"Quack quack!!" Duck Gigi puffed out its chest in cooperation, the gold chain around its neck rattling.

Although it was also quietly shrinking back.

That evening, Lin Luo opened the daily lottery.

[Daily Lottery - Congratulations on winning: Water-type Spirit Fruit Fragment x1]

and many more.

He glanced at the panel.

10/10?

Wait—we already synthesized it last time, didn't we?

[System Notification: Fragment overflow. Current fragment count towards the progress of the second Water-type Spirit Fruit: 1/10.]

Oh.

A new round has begun.

Also.

A single water-type fruit can only attract a limited number of water-type spirits.

To truly solve the drought in Gyeonggi Province—

It might need a second, a third, or even more.

Lin Luo turned off the control panel and lay down on the bed.

Dimo lay on the pillow, while Abu curled up in the corner of the blanket, holding a small stone in his arms.

Cheers from the distant crowd drifted in from outside the window—

It seems someone has discovered new puddles around the Magic Treasure Trove.

ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ The road ahead is long, keep saving.

……