Seeking Trouble

The Golden Box emanated an imperial and majestic aura, as if it had been forged in the primordial depths of time itself.

Its presence was overwhelming, radiating a supernatural might that seemed to command the existent forces of nature, bending them to its will.

It was not merely an object; it was a relic of cosmic significance, a testament to the unfathomable mysteries of the universe.

Zhang Haoyun stood before it, utterly entranced. His senses were consumed by the Golden Box's allure, so much so that he lost all awareness of the passage of time.

Minutes, hours—it mattered less to him. His entire being was fixated on the box, as if it held the answers to questions he had not yet dared to ask.

His acute senses, honed through several years experience of cultivation and battle, finally detected the subtle shift in the air—a prelude to the Golden Box's opening.

Known in his previous life as the Great Origin Seal, it was the transcendental cosmic treasure of the universe he had once called home.

Its origins were shrouded in mystery, its true nature a puzzle that even the most ancient sages had failed to decipher.

Zhang Haoyun had stumbled upon it by chance, a discovery that had set him on a path of both enlightenment and peril.

The Great Origin Seal was a treasure coveted by gods and mortals alike, and its power had made him a target of relentless pursuit.

As the seal began to open, Zhang Haoyun felt a faint ripple of chaos energy emanating from within. It was a primal force, raw and untamed, yet it carried with it a strange sense of familiarity.

The fluctuations teased his mind, offering fleeting glimpses of what lay ahead—visions of power, of destiny, of a future both glorious and uncertain.

Suddenly, the Great Origin Seal released a strange, golden substance from its core.

The material spun rapidly, its movements almost hypnotic, as if it were alive and dancing to an otherworldly rhythm.

Zhang Haoyun watched, transfixed, as the golden substance twisted and contorted, its surface smoothing into a refined, glass-like finish.

It was a sight that was both beautiful and unnerving, a manifestation of power that defied comprehension.

"Uh?" Zhang Haoyun's brows furrowed in confusion.

The complexity of the situation was beyond even his vast experience.

Before he could fully process what was happening, the Great Origin Seal retreated into his dantian, its presence vanishing as though it had never been there at all.

The abruptness of its departure left him momentarily stunned.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration.

He had assumed that the seal had finally acknowledged him, that it would remain by his side as a tool of unparalleled power.

But the Great Origin Seal had other plans. It was a fickle entity, bound by its own profound rules, and Zhang Haoyun was not yet strong enough to command its loyalty.

For now, he would have to endure its willful nature.

He sighed, resigning himself to the situation. Even in his previous life as a True God, he doubted he could have compelled the seal to obey him.

Cosmic treasures like the Great Origin Seal were not mere tools; they were forces of nature, entities with wills of their own.

Their allure was irresistible, their power intoxicating, but they were not easily tamed.

Only the luckiest—or perhaps the most cunning—could hope to wield them.

"Being sneaky is not cool at all," Zhang Haoyun muttered under his breath, his irritation giving way to curiosity.

"But let's see what we have here." His attention shifted to the golden, glass-like substance the seal had left behind.

Though the seal's disappearance was frustrating, the gift it had bestowed upon him was intriguing.

Summoning his psychic powers, Zhang Haoyun focused his mind. The process was taxing, as his current body was far weaker than the one he had possessed in his previous life.

Still, he managed to exert enough control to examine the golden substance. His eyes scanned its surface, and as he did, they began to flicker with emotion—surprise, disbelief, and finally, unbridled excitement.

"This… this…" he stammered, his voice trembling with intensity.

"I can't believe it. It's actually a divine-tier cultivation technique! The heavens have really taken me for a fool, hahahaha!" His laughter echoed through the room, a mix of triumph and incredulity.

The flames of excitement burned fiercely within him, reigniting his passion for cultivation.

At first, he had regarded the glassy surface with indifference, assuming it to be nothing more than a curious trinket.

But as he delved deeper, his boredom transformed into exhilaration.

The discovery of a new cultivation technique was a rare and precious gift, especially for someone like Zhang Haoyun, who had struggled with the limitations of his current body's compatibility with his existing techniques.

The golden tablet was small, no larger than a study leaflet, but its craftsmanship was exquisite.

Its surface was adorned with celestial designs, and it radiated an impeccable, otherworldly light. Yet, what truly captivated Zhang Haoyun was the content inscribed upon it. The runic language, though sparse, carried an air of profound mystery.

"So few?" he murmured, his brows knitting together in puzzlement.

The tablet bore only two lines of text, the first containing four words and the second six.

The concision in its content was striking, but it was this very simplicity that drew him in. The enigmatic nature of the runes hinted at depths of knowledge waiting to be unlocked.

Fortunately, Zhang Haoyun was no stranger to runic languages. In his previous life as a divinity, he had studied such scripts extensively.

Reading them posed no difficulty, but the implications of the text left him both awed and skeptical.

The title of the technique alone was enough to stir his curiosity– "Chaotic Fortune Seizing Technique"

The description was audacious, to say the least. It read:

Skill Name: Chaotic Fortune Seizing Technique

Description: To seek, seal, steal, and subdue everything under the heavens.

The words were bold, almost arrogant, and yet they resonated with a strange power.

Zhang Haoyun couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of the technique's declaration.

It was a far cry from the more restrained titles of his previous techniques, such as the Holy Spirit Body and the Absolute Truth Sutra.

This new technique promised dominion over all things, a claim so grand it bordered on the absurd.

For hours, Zhang Haoyun repeated the words, his mind racing to unravel their meaning. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he invested his energy into the task, determined to unlock the technique's secrets.

Despite his efforts, progress was slow, and frustration began to creep in.

"Damnit, I can only try once more when luck is on my side," he muttered, his voice tinged with resignation.

He knew better than to force the issue. Cultivation was as much about patience as it was about power.

Just as he was about to take a break, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Young Master! Young Master! Please come out!" It was Xiao Liu, his maid, her voice urgent yet respectful.

She had reached out to him through the Zhang clan's insider connector, a communication tool reserved for important matters.

Zhang Haoyun's mood shifted instantly. He had been itching for an opportunity to vent his frustrations, and it seemed the universe had readily provided one.

"Who's it this time around?" he asked lazily, though a glint of anticipation shone in his eyes.

"It's Zhang Tingfei," Xiao Liu explained, her tone tense. "He says he wants to seek justice against you for badly hurting his junior brothers."

Zhang Haoyun arched an eyebrow, his mind sifting through memories in search of information about this Zhang Tingfei.

The name rang a faint bell, but nothing about the man stood out as particularly noteworthy. Shaking his head, Zhang Haoyun dismissed the thought.

Whoever this Zhang Tingfei was, he was hardly worth the effort.

Still, Zhang Haoyun knew that ignoring the situation would only invite more trouble.

These so-called "wild cultivators" were always looking for an excuse to challenge him, hoping to use him as a stepping stone to elevate their own status. It was a tiresome game, but one he had grown accustomed to.

"I guess it's time to kick some ass," he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips. His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it—a promise of retribution.

Without further ado, he opened the door and stepped out, ready to confront Zhang Tingfei.

The man was already waiting, his face contorted with rage.

"ZHANG HAOYUN! Drag your ass down here, or you'll face charges in the elder's council!" Zhang Tingfei bellowed, his voice dripping with venom.

Zhang Haoyun regarded him with a calm look that only seemed to infuriate Zhang Tingfei further.

"Tingfei, do you hate yourself?" he asked, his tone almost conversational.

The explicity of the question caught Zhang Tingfei off guard, his rage momentarily giving way to slight confusion.

"If you kneel down and kowtow thrice, I might consider letting you off," Zhang Haoyun added, his voice laced with a polished arrogance that was both infuriating and intimidating.

Zhang Tingfei's face flushed with anger. "Hmph! It's always been you kowtowing all this while. Don't you know what's…" he began, but Zhang Haoyun cut him off.

"I do know what's good for me, and if you don't mind, I'll show it to you as well," Zhang Haoyun said, adopting an attacking stance.

His lips twitched, forming a cold smirk as he prepared to teach yet another lesson to another one of those who dared to challenge him.