The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Shen Yifei pushed through the crowd of gamblers and led Liu Mengli and Su Huan directly to the table.

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, looked up at him and smiled sinisterly: "New here? What do you want to play?"

Shen Yifei, with the fearlessness of a newborn calf, said, "I've heard that you, Old Cui with Ghost Hands, are very skilled. I want to challenge you!"

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, narrowed his eyes. "Oh my, this young man is quite arrogant."

"Whether it's crazy or not, you'll know after you gamble!"

Shen Yifei's words caused an uproar among the surrounding gamblers.

"Are you tired of living? Old Cui the Ghost Hand has been the dealer in the gambling den for three hundred years and has never lost a one-on-one match."

"Judging from this kid's appearance, he might actually have some skills."

Old Cui with Ghost Hands sneered, "Fine, you should know the rules of a one-on-one duel: it's a fight to the death. If you lose everything, your soul will be locked up in the life-and-death gambling den, and you'll lose the right to reincarnation!"

"I know the rules! Let's go!"

Old Cui with the Ghost Hand picked up the dice cup, flicked his wrist, and the three dice spun around in the cup, creating a blur of motion.

His technique was truly remarkable; the dice seemed to come alive in his hands, moving fast and slow, left and right, making it impossible to discern their position by sound alone.

Liu Mengli stood behind Shen Yifei, seemingly casually, but in reality, her power of reincarnation had quietly permeated the entire gambling table.

She observed Old Cui's techniques discreetly, but didn't discover that he was playing any cheating tricks.

Moreover, this dice cup is shrouded in mystery, capable of obscuring all divine sense detection.

But Liu Mengli has more sophisticated methods.

Her power of reincarnation allows her to vaguely sense the movement of the dice within the dice cup.

In particular, you can see the number of dots after the dice have settled.

"Thump." Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, slammed the dice cup onto the table. "Big or small?"

The dice cup must have been enchanted with a special restriction; the moment it closed, Shen Yifei's divine sense couldn't get in at all.

But Liu Mengli had already seen it clearly and sent a telepathic message to Shen Yifei!

Shen Yifei shouted without hesitation, "Big!"

The dice cup was opened, revealing four, five, and six—a big win.

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, raised an eyebrow. "Not bad. Let's try again."

As expected, Shen Yifei won all ten games.

Under Liu Mengli's power of reincarnation, the dice cup became as transparent as if it were transparent.

Everyone in the gambling den crowded around, layer upon layer, completely surrounding the central gambling table.

Old Cui's face had turned green, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His hand holding the dice cup was trembling slightly.

What kind of gamblers hasn't he seen?

But this young man in front of me was so certain in every round, as if he had seen the dice with his own eyes.

Even his trump card, the "Eighteen Shakes of the Ghost Hand," couldn't fool him.

A small mountain of Yin Longevity Crystals had already piled up in front of Shen Yifei. Some gamblers around him were eyeing the crystals and began to have wicked ideas.

"The eleventh round!" Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, gritted his teeth and shook the dice cup again.

"Wait!" Shen Yifei stopped Old Cui's movements.

He pushed all the Yin Life Crystals in front of him onto the table. "This time, I'm betting everything on something in your Life and Death Gambling House!"

Looking at these crystals, Old Cui with Ghost Hands felt a little uneasy.

In ten rounds, he lost the entire year's profits from the Life and Death Gambling House.

He lost ten games in a row, the first time in his entire life!

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, steeled his heart. He refused to believe that his gambling skills, which were unparalleled in both the Yin and Yang realms, could lead to eleven consecutive losses today, defeating a young gambling addict!

He took a closer look at Shen Yifei. His cultivation level wasn't that high. If he were cheating, the dice cup would react. Everything was a normal gambling method!

"Alright! Young man, you've beaten me ten times in a row, you're the first person to do that. Tell me, what do you want to bet on us?"

"I'm betting on the life and soul of someone you've entrusted to me!"

"Oh? Whose soul?" Ghost Hand Old Cui finally realized that Shen Yifei had come here with a purpose!

Shen Yifei grabbed Su Huan, "The Soul-Stealing Pavilion... the proprietress... Su Huan's soul!"

Su Huan was also surprised that Shen Yifei was going to gamble away her life soul.

It felt like something had hit her hard in the heart.

For three hundred years, she has been welcoming and seeing off people at the gates of hell, witnessing the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

She lost to Thirteen Niang's soul, which was essentially selling herself to Thirteen Niang.

Thirteen Sister also valued her seductive skills and put her in charge of the Ecstasy Pavilion.

She only takes care of the children and never sells herself; this is her agreement with Thirteen Sister.

Even when several of Hades's ghost generals came to the Ecstasy Pavilion seeking pleasure, she refused to see them. Because of this, the ghost generals even tried to cause trouble, but Thirteen Sister suppressed them.

However, she couldn't stay there forever; life as a ghost was long, and she didn't want to be a ghost forever.

She heard from Thirteen Sister that ghosts could also cultivate and enter the immortal realm. However, ghost cultivation was much more difficult than human cultivation, and over the years, very few ghost cultivators had successfully entered the immortal realm.

But she wanted to try; she didn't want to drift aimlessly in this dark and hopeless underworld. She wanted to reclaim her soul and fight for a future for herself!

The man before me was willing to wager ten rounds of gambling for his life soul.

If he stops now, he can live a prosperous and worry-free life even on the brink of death.

However, he pushed her out without batting an eye, just to win back the life of a woman he had only known for less than an hour.

This man is either stupid or has ulterior motives.

Su Huan felt a surge of warmth in her heart and couldn't help but send a telepathic message: "Young Master Niu, have you thought this through? My soul has been held captive by Thirteen Sister for three hundred years. If you win, she might not give it to you willingly. If you lose... you'll immediately lose everything!"

Shen Yifei still smiled and glanced at Su Huan with an expression of absolute confidence that immediately calmed Su Huan down.

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, stared intently at the pile of Yin Longevity Crystals that Shen Yifei had pushed onto the table, his narrow eyes darting around.

"Kid, you want to gamble with Su Huan's life soul?" Old Cui chuckled dryly. "Her life soul isn't with me."

Shen Yifei raised an eyebrow. "The pillar of this prestigious gambling den can't even decide the outcome of a single soul's fight. Isn't this gambling den incredibly small-minded? How can I possibly bet bigger?"

Old Cui's expression was uncertain as he looked at the huge pile of Yin Life Crystals, all of which had come from his own hands!

We have to win this back. Didn't this kid say he wanted to win even bigger?

Even if we lose the eleventh game, we still have the twelfth game to turn the tide!

Gamblers have always been like this: as long as they are given a glimmer of hope, they will act recklessly!

Losing... always means this round; winning... always means next time!

He gritted his teeth. "Fine, I'll take the bet!"

Shen Yifei, who had been a little nervous, relaxed. He was just afraid that Old Cui with the Ghost Hand wouldn't agree!

"Eleventh round! The stakes at the Life and Death Gambling House are one of Su Huan's life souls!" shouted Old Cui, the Ghost Hand.

Shen Yifei chuckled, "That's right, that's more like a pillar of the team! Come on! After we win this round, let's play something even more exciting next time!"

Old Cui, the "Ghost Hand," had been tested by countless battles at the gambling table and wouldn't be easily provoked by a few words from Shen Yifei.

He placed the dice into the dice cup, and with this move, he used all the skills he had acquired in his life. The dice cup spun countless afterimages in his hands, and even he himself could hardly count how many times the dice had spun.

The gamblers around also quieted down, no one dared to speak, and they all held their breath to see who would win this round.

Shen Yifei, still all smiles, shouted the moment the dice cup was placed on the table: "Big!!"

Old Cui's hand trembled slightly; he hadn't expected Shen Yifei to bet even more decisively than in the previous ten rounds.

This made him somewhat insecure.

Just as Old Cui with the Ghost Hand was about to pick up the dice cup, a woman's voice suddenly came from upstairs, "Wait!!"