Fellow Taoist, Do You Want to Draw a Prize?

Others rely on aura to cultivate immortality, but I, Zhao Linyu, rely on anger to cultivate immortality. I wanted to farm the land and refine elixirs honestly, but I accidentally built a lottery system - but I couldn't draw the lottery, I could only draw the lottery for others. Whoever gets mad at me gets a draw. The prizes range from athlete's foot and bad breath to pig transformation and pregnancy. Fortunately, it's not me who draws the prize, so I don't mind if I don't want this prize. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.