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

Yunping's gaze swept over the three demons.

It was a surprise when Yunping took a look; it almost gave him a heart attack.

"Holy crap..."

He immediately started swearing.

Zhang Ruoxue noticed the sudden look of shock on Yunping's face and leaned closer, asking curiously, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing..."

Yunping shook his head somewhat awkwardly, then glanced at the demon woman sitting diagonally opposite him, confirming once again that it was indeed her.

What a coincidence! Is God playing tricks on me?

Why is one of the triplets who chased him across half of the Kuntian Domain back then now in this godforsaken place?!

Yes.

Now sitting diagonally opposite Yun Ping, the beautiful demon woman with two blue dragon horns on her head, a pretty face, and a perfect figure, is one of the triplets that Yun Ping flirted with in the City of Chaos back then.

As for who they were, Yunping really couldn't tell—the three of them looked almost identical!

Why is she here?

and many more……

Yunping suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

—Could this girl be here to ask about my whereabouts?!

19. One-on-one

Perhaps Yun Ping's gaze was too direct, because the demon girl seemed to sense something, and her sharp gaze shifted to the new gambler.

The scrutinizing gaze swept over Yun Ping, and the girl gradually showed a puzzled expression, as if she was wondering why someone with no spiritual energy and no cultivation could enter this fat and thin gambling den.

Although there were no restrictions on entering and leaving the Fat and Thin Gambling House, she did not believe that a mortal was qualified to know about this gambling house that even the demon race leaders were wary of.

Besides, wouldn't mortals be courting death if they came here? Let alone the gambling den, they probably wouldn't even be able to get through the gates of Chaos City before being devoured by hungry demons that appear out of nowhere.

—The City of Chaos is not under the jurisdiction of those self-proclaimed righteous sects; they have no say in it and no ability to do so.

however.

The more she looked at this ordinary young man, the more inexplicable a feeling arose within her. Her long-calm girlish heart seemed to have been stirred by something, and she felt inexplicably itchy and restless.

what happened?

Whether it was a hallucination or not, the more she looked at Yun Ping, the more he resembled the man in her dream—the carefree and unrestrained man who roamed the three great realms unchallenged, a man who could travel the world alone with a poem or a piece of music.

"Hey, what's your name?"

She asked Yunping quite bluntly, her eyebrows slightly raised, while she stared intently at Yunping's facial expression.

That's right, that's the stance.

Looking at the girl, Yunping recalled that back in the City of Chaos, he had simply played a little tune and taught a few little demons who had been harassing the triplets a lesson, and as a result, they inexplicably started to cling to him.

—I never realized I was so charming before.

Faced with the question from the demon girl, Yunping could only hide his helplessness for the time being, while maintaining a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.

"What I call myself has nothing to do with you, young lady."

“It’s related.” The demon girl’s expression turned slightly cold. Although Yun Ping’s voice was different from the peerless emperor he remembered, his tone was becoming more and more similar: “Because I want to know your name, so you have to tell me.”

"What kind of twisted logic is this..."

Yun Ping muttered a complaint to himself, then coughed twice. "Alright, my surname is Yun, and my given name is Ping. As you can see, I'm just an ordinary little cultivator."

"Yunping?"

Now, not only the demon girl, but the others all frowned.

They had never heard of this person before, even though their intelligence network was quite extensive and accurate.

I guess he's just some nobody who crawled out from some obscure corner.

Thinking of this, the solemnity on the faces of the others, except for the demon girl, eased slightly, and their wariness of Yun Ping gradually subsided.

The skinny boss, standing in the center of the gambling table, let out a cold laugh—

An ordinary minor cultivator?

How could you say something like that!

The demon girl had a stern face. She had never heard of Yun Ping before, but for some reason, her feelings were becoming clearer and clearer, so clear that she had the urge to pounce on Yun Ping and study him carefully.

"Yunping... I'm asking you, have you ever seen Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei?"

"Emperor Wen Xuanlei?"

Yunping was taken aback, and his heart skipped a beat.

Is this what they call a woman's sixth sense? I look completely different from Emperor Wen Xuan Lei back then. If he deliberately hides it, even a saint might not be able to see through his soul and know his identity.

This girl is only in the Nascent Soul stage, how come she's already starting to doubt herself?

Thinking of this, Yunping could only smile bitterly: "Miss, you flatter me too much. I am just an ordinary cultivator. Not to mention that I have never met Emperor Wen, I am only in my early twenties this year. Even if I wanted to see him, I would never be able to."

"Hmm? Have you ever met anyone related to Emperor Wen?"

"If I had one, I would probably be famous all over the world by now."

"you……"

The demon girl frowned. Although Yunping's answers consistently avoided revealing his identity, she still had a strange feeling...

It's as if... Yunping is Emperor Wen.

However, Emperor Wen is already dead, which is a generally accepted fact.

The reason we have this feeling now is either that Yunping is lying, or...

—At this moment, a bold idea popped into the mind of the demon girl.

"I know!" she exclaimed, a look of sudden realization on her face. "You...you couldn't possibly be a descendant of Emperor Wen, could you?!"

……

puff--

Our Yuchan almost laughed so hard she fell off her wheelchair.

Yunping gave a helpless twitch of his lips, thinking to himself that this girl's imagination was a bit too wild...

On the other hand, the others at the gambling table were filled with astonishment, because the information revealed by the demon girl was too explosive.

The human female cultivator frowned, staring at the demon girl.

"What makes you say that, young lady? What is your basis for it?"

"Based on?" The demon girl blinked her bright eyes, looked at Yun Ping, and shook her head after a moment: "Nothing, I just feel..."

So you were just guessing, huh?

Everyone rolled their eyes at the demon girl in unison.

"Alright, stop fooling around. Are we still going to start the betting?"

At this moment, the skinny boss spoke up, announcing the end of this farce.

The expressions of everyone at the gambling table immediately turned solemn. Among them were those who were only one step away from victory, as well as those who were on the verge of collapse and preparing for a desperate gamble.

None of them wanted to lose.

The skinny boss looked with satisfaction at the gambling table where the atmosphere had suddenly become tense. This was exactly what he wanted to see, and something he quite enjoyed.

"It seems everyone is ready."

After speaking, he looked at the only young man in white shirt in the room with his legs propped up on the gambling table and lying in his chair, as if he owned the place, and said coldly, "New friend, shouldn't you put out your bets for everyone to see?"

"No rush, I'll refrain from gambling first."

Yunping pointed to the chair next to him, took out some peanuts from his storage ring, and said to Duan Xingchen behind him, "Hey, little light bulb girl, you go gamble first."

"I?"

Duan Xingchen didn't immediately understand what the light bulb was talking about, but judging from Yun Ping's eyes, it was indeed telling him to go first.

As she sat in the chair, staring at the black dice cup and six dice on the gambling table, a look of panic crossed her face: "Um, I don't know how to gamble..."

"What's there to not know or not know about this thing? It's all about luck, the weather, and the chance, right?" Yun Ping chuckled, completely lacking the seriousness on the faces of the others, and said to Zhang Ruoxue beside him, "Hey, Ruoxue, explain it to her."

Zhang Ruoxue rolled her eyes in exasperation, thinking to herself that her teacher was really unreliable.

"This can be considered a gambling game based on luck. Each die represents a number on each side. Since there are six dice, six to twenty is considered small, twenty-two to thirty-six is ​​considered large, and twenty-one is a special number that can only be bet on."

"Of course, you can also bet precisely on a certain number, such as betting on 30 points. Anything other than 30 points is considered a loss, but the odds will be relatively high."

Yun Ping waved his hand and added to Duan Xingchen, who seemed to understand, "If you're a beginner, just play guessing games. Don't play anything as difficult as one-on-one."

"You just need to guess the size, right?"

Duan Xingchen stared intently at the gambling table, and after a long while, he looked up at the thin boss in front of him.

"What kind of chips should we use..."

"Exchange it with something."

As Yunping spoke, he took out an exquisite wooden box from his storage ring and tossed it in front of Duan Xingchen.

"Take it and use it, consider it a trial run, no need to return it."

Duan Xingchen blinked and slowly opened the wooden box. In an instant, pure white light shone before his eyes.

It was a pure white ginseng, and its ancient fragrance spread throughout the entire gambling table.

The skinny boss glanced at it casually, his tone quite indifferent: "A four-hundred-year-old Pure World Ginseng is worth eight chips."

Four hundred years... Pure World Ginseng!

The moment Yunping made his move, the way others looked at him changed.

While this Pure World Ginseng may not be considered a world-class treasure, it is extremely rare in the Kuntian Domain. However, its age of four hundred years is somewhat awkward, placing it in an intermediate or unremarkable category.