Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

This was his last chance; he had staked everything on it.

His gaze never left the dice cylinder. Since the dice cylinder was not manipulated by a person but was randomly shaken by an array, the possibility of tampering with it was eliminated. As long as the array made a move that was not predetermined, anyone who was not blind could tell that the other party was cheating.

But if the fat and thin gambling den forcibly interferes with the formation to cheat, the consequences... tsk tsk tsk.

It has to be big, it has to be big!

The young man's expression grew increasingly excited. He stared intently at the dice cylinder, which was slowly coming to a stop shaking, and involuntarily held his breath.

The pitch-black dice cylinder gradually calmed down, slowly turning into tiny specks of dust in the center of the gamblers' vision, floating in mid-air.

There are six dice in total.

Display two points, one point, three points, five points, two points, and — respectively.

a little.

There are a total of fourteen points, which is considered small.

silence.

In that instant, everyone at the gambling table fell silent.

Apart from the male cultivator, the other demon, monster, and even human cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, they stood on the same side, a rare occurrence.

Because it wasn't them who lost, but that young man.

Although some of them had high stakes, they didn't bet everything like that young man. In other words, they still had a way out.

"You lost."

A thin figure standing directly in front of the young man glanced at him indifferently, his tone utterly detached.

"me……"

The young man shook his head, his eyes wide open, and his breathing became extremely rapid. He swallowed nervously, and his spiritual energy began to surge unrestrainedly within him.

Upon seeing this scene, several demons nearby couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "Idiot."

"I don't want to die!"

His intense will to survive unleashed an astonishing power at that moment. The spiritual energy belonging to the peak of the Kaiyuan stage gathered in his legs in the next instant, allowing him to rush towards the sky at an extremely fast speed.

He had to run; he had piled those things on top of him so he could escape...

Yes, as long as you run away, you won't die!

He didn't want to die; he still had things he wanted to do... He absolutely couldn't die in a place like this!

however.

The slender figure glanced at the young cultivator who had disappeared into the horizon, seemingly unconcerned.

"Fat man."

The words fell.

A burly figure suddenly appeared before the young man. The large, obese figure, weighing at least 300 pounds, grinned at the young man and slapped him on the head.

boom!

The spiritual energy shattered.

That was an absolutely irresistible force. In the blink of an eye, the magical artifacts the young man had refined, the cultivation techniques he was using, and the spiritual energy he was unleashing were all shattered by this palm strike and sent crashing back into the manor like falling meteors.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

A thin figure emerged from in front of the gambling table. With a casual wave of his hand, he dispersed all the dust and smoke, then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he appeared before the young man, flipping his hand over—

"I hope you'll understand the principle of accepting the consequences of your bets in your next life."

After speaking, several unknown spells appeared in his palm, and in an instant, a tremendous attraction emanated from his palm.

The young man's body, which had been writhing in pain, suddenly stopped at that moment. His eyes were wide open in a daze, as if something had been peeled out of his body and sucked into the palm of the thin figure.

After just a few seconds, silence returned.

He lay motionless on the ground, as if he had lost his soul.

Quiet.

Almost everyone could see that the young man had gambled away his soul... and lost everything.

The gaunt figure sighed, then put on his emotionless expression again and looked around.

"Please don't take this to heart, everyone. Please continue your betting."

Although everyone was astonished by the extraordinary abilities of the two men, neither the fat nor the thin one, no one dared to oppose them at the moment. After all, before their departure, the elders within the sect had already told them—

In this gambling den, you can mess with anyone, just don't mess with those two, the fat one and the thin one.

Now it seems that what the elders said was indeed true.

Moreover, the fat and thin men who attacked just now were not their true forms.

If you ask why—

Duan Xingchen's gaze swept blankly around the manor. She saw ten gambling tables, and to her astonishment, next to each of them was a fat man weighing over 300 pounds who was always smiling, while the person standing in the dealer's position at each table was a thin, emaciated man.

If I'm not mistaken, they should all be clones of those two bosses.

"Gentlemen, may I ask who is here to gamble this time?"

While pondering, the skinny man who had previously seized the young man's soul walked slowly to Yun Ping and the others, his eyes filled with a complex expression as he stared intently at Yun Ping.

"I."

Yunping pointed to himself, then glanced back at Duan Xingchen.

Duan Xingchen took a deep breath, her gaze involuntarily shifting to the corpse of the young man being carried away, her delicate heart trembling violently.

Even so, after a few seconds of hesitation, she nodded heavily: "And me."

"Understood." The skinny boss nodded quite politely, then turned to the fat man behind him and said, "Fatty, aren't you going to make some tea for the two of you?"

The fat man chuckled and nodded, then ran to the back of the manor to make tea for Yun Ping and the others.

"So, what are you two planning to play?"

The skinny boss stared at Yunping with amusement, his eyes seemingly containing something strange.

Yunping naturally knew what this guy was wondering about. He pointed to the empty spot left by the death of a certain cultivator and said, "Let's play dice. That's simpler."

“Then I’ll play that one too,” Duan Xingchen chimed in.

"Then please, you two."

The skinny boss made a "please" gesture, with a very polite business smile on his face.

But our ever-answering "why" child, Duan Xingchen, had another question: "Um, shouldn't we state our questions first?"

"It seems this is your first time visiting our place, Miss."

The skinny boss smiled, a mysterious smile.

Ye Yuchan, standing to the side, frowned. "What does that mean?"

"The literal meaning," the thin boss said calmly. "I've known all your questions since the first moment I met you. I know the questions you want to ask and the answers to them."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Duan Xingchen: "Your question is relatively simple. I will only take forty chips from you."

"But your problem is different—"

He looked at Yunping, his expression changing again, from curiosity to a hint of disgust.

Yes, disgust.

Because he has already confirmed something.

Both his tone and expression revealed considerable displeasure from the skinny boss.

Moreover, the target was Yunping.

"I'll take a hundred chips for your question."

"Ha~" The old rogue laughed helplessly: "Hey boss, you don't have to play me like this, do you? I'm a law-abiding citizen, this is bullying an ordinary person."

The skinny boss cast a cold, icy glance at Yun Ping: "For you to say something like that, let alone me, probably no one in the world would believe it."

"Is this your reason for deliberately raising the stakes?"

Yun Ping didn't believe that he would need a full hundred chips just to inquire about the Yangque Fire Domain.

At most, there are only thirty, okay?

The skinny boss still acted as if it had nothing to do with him. "Your question involves many things, but the question itself isn't worth that much money. But other things are a different story."

"Fine, you're the boss, you make the decisions."

Yunping spread his hands, indicating that he didn't care.

The skinny boss snorted coldly, and then led Yun Ping and the others to gambling table number nine.

After Yunping sat down, Yuchan quietly poked him, her eyes gleaming with a strange light.

"Hey, you old rogue, are you and this casino owner old acquaintances?"

Yunping blinked and glanced at Yuchan, who had her little face right in front of him. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her soft cheek: "What's wrong? Why are you asking this?"

Ye Yuchan blushed and quickly slapped Yun Ping's hand away, only then realizing that she seemed to have gotten a little too close. She took a few steps back and said, "Judging from your tone, you sound like old friends."

"An old friend?" Yun Ping narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin. "If you put it that way, then you could call me an old friend."

"Could you... open a back door or something?"

A golden light gradually appeared in Ye Yuchan's eyes—the luster that symbolized gold coins.

Upon seeing Ye Yuchan's expression, Yun Ping immediately understood the girl's little scheme—so even now she was still thinking about using underhanded methods to make a quick buck...

They're really obsessed with money.

Yunping ignored Ye Yuchan and looked around instead.

There were six people at his table: three were demons, two were monsters, and one was a human cultivator.

Surprisingly, the human cultivator was a girl, but she had an icy expression on her face.

As for those three demons...