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

But the fact that this person can take it out so casually suggests that their status is probably not low.

Yunping's actions immediately drew the ire of a woman surnamed Ye. She puffed out her cheeks and, mimicking Xiao Lin Yuan's actions, tried to attract Yunping's attention by acting cute: "Hey, you old rogue, I've never seen you give us such generous gifts before! That ginseng, is it very valuable?"

"Get out of here. This ginseng is worth at most a few million gold coins. The wheelchair under your butt is worth more than this ginseng. Can't you have some self-respect?"

Ye Yuchan chuckled: "Then should I sell the wheelchair now?"

Yunping rubbed his forehead, his stomach aching. "Can you stop thinking about all this nonsense? There are so many things in this world that are more valuable than money."

"I was just trying to liven things up a bit~"

Yunping rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this silly girl, Ye Yuchan.

They're trying to liven things up, but if this continues, Yunping will eventually be driven crazy by Ye Yuchan. If he really pushes her too far, he'll force Ye Yuchan to give up martial arts and start throwing money at her every day until she actually finds a way to make money.

Duan Xingchen stared at the Purifying Ginseng in his hand and took a deep breath: "This... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, this thing isn't worth much." Yunping said, saying things that infuriated Ye Yuchan, while smiling and looking at the others around him: "Alright, it's your turn to place your bets."

"it is good!"

Without any hesitation, the demon girl's eyes were filled with determination as she took out the secret treasure she had brought from within the demon clan while staring intently at Yun Ping.

Now she has another question in her mind. When the time comes, she will have to ask this young man named Yunping who he is.

The others also placed bets, perhaps because the young man who had died tragically earlier had bet on "big," and to avoid bad luck, five of them chose to bet on "small."

Only Duan Xingchen, who hadn't placed any bets, and the human female cultivator remained.

The female cultivator pondered for a long time, her eyes flashing with divine light. After a moment of consideration, she chose to bet big.

So, only Duan Xingchen remained.

"Um, what's the best bet?"

The Holy Maiden of the Holy Feather Sect, who had never gambled before, timidly asked Yunping.

The old rogue glanced at the black dice cup slowly covering the six dice on the gambling table, and the array that was about to be activated, and narrowed his eyes.

Like an outsider watching a play, he picked up a peanut and popped it into his mouth.

He chewed and uttered a few short words.

"One against twenty-one."

20. What kind of nonsense is this...?

Even Duan Xingchen, a girl who had never been involved in gambling before, knew what a one-on-one blackjack was.

Between six and thirty-six points, there are so many possibilities. Any normal person with a brain knows just how low the probability of this is.

How could you immediately take a 400-year-old Pure World Ginseng and gamble on a 29 out of 30 chance of losing?

Not to mention the others at the gambling table, even Duan Xingchen's gaze towards Yun Ping seemed somewhat unnatural.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hey girl, do I look like I'm joking?"

Duan Xingchen stared intently at the white-shirted youth in front of him, who was slumped in his chair like a lump of mud, his eyes narrowed to slits, exuding a lazy air—and the plate of peanuts he had casually placed on the gambling table.

Without the slightest hesitation, Duan Xingchen nodded.

"picture!"

In all her life, this was the first time she had ever met someone so unconcerned about their appearance and demeanor.

Even those cynical rich kids don't often pay attention to their manners in public or deliberately try to show off their refined taste.

Unlike the old rogue in front of me, who completely disregarded the strange looks around him and brazenly put his legs up on the gambling table, as if...

It was as if he was just a spectator.

Yunping drank his wine and cracked open peanuts. Faced with Duan Xingchen's questioning, he didn't insist on his own suggestion, but instead asked in return, "So, little light bulb girl, what do you think you want to bet on?"

"Squeeze... smaller, please."

Duan Xingchen looked at the almost one-sided betting on the field, with five out of seven people betting on small.

Although gambling doesn't guarantee a higher chance of winning by choosing the side with more people, Duan Xingchen doesn't know how to gamble. She just thinks that since many people bet on the smaller side, if she loses, they will all lose too.

A rather useless form of public psychology came into play at this time.

"Okay then, you decide what to bet on. Now it's your turn to gamble, and I'm just an observer."

After saying that, Yunping continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

Ye Yuchan glanced at Yun Ping with some curiosity. Although deep down she also thought the old rogue's claim of a one-on-one blackjack match was a bit of a fantasy, the problem was—

She and Jiang Yuetian once thought the same way, until they witnessed Yun Ping's feat of winning a million gold coins in a single game at the Lei Tian Casino...

Could this old rogue have some kind of supernatural ability? Can he see into the future? Or does he have some special secret to manipulating dice?

——Unclear.

Ye Yuchan knew nothing about Yunping.

In the end, Duan Xingchen still placed the four-hundred-year-old Pure World Ginseng on the "small" bet, and began his first gambling game. Duan Xingchen stared nervously at the slowly rising array in the center of the gambling table and the black dice cylinder that began to shake.

This was her first time gambling, and she wagered millions of dollars worth of Pure World Ginseng on her very first try. It has to be admitted that for a novice like her, the stakes were quite high.

This is also why Duan Xingchen's fingers were tightly clasped together, and his eyes were fixed on the dice cup.

Finally, the dice slowly subsided, and the formation dissipated.

The skinny boss waved his hand casually without changing his expression, and the pitch-black dice cylinder slowly floated up, revealing the six dice on the gambling table.

Three o'clock, four o'clock, six o'clock, three o'clock, two o'clock...

And three points.

no more, no less.

It's exactly 21.

……

silent.

"The opening number is 21, and both large and small numbers are collected."

The skinny boss's cool, detached, and slightly sarcastic words echoed in everyone's ears.

In an instant, all the bets placed by the crowd vanished. They knew this was proof that they had lost the bet; everything they had wagered had been won by the house, the Fat and Thin Casino.

It really is blackjack...

Duan Xingchen turned her head in astonishment and stared at Yun Ping, who still had a calm expression. Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

No, the odds...

"What are you doing, little sister? Why are you staring at me like that?" Yun Ping turned around with a smile and looked at Duan Xingchen, saying, "Could it be that you've taken a fancy to me?"

No sooner had he said those words than Yunping felt a small hand reach out and twist the flesh around his waist.

The old rogue gasped and turned around, only to be met with the fake smile of a girl named Ye Yuchan: "Old rogue, be serious."

Alright, it seems my female apprentice doesn't quite approve of me flirting with that little sister...

Duan Xingchen's pretty face flushed slightly. She shook her head, quickly putting aside the jumbled thoughts in her mind, and cut straight to the point: "How did you know...?"

"How did you know that?"

"Blackjack!" Duan Xingchen pointed to the dice in the center of the gambling table. "How did you know it would come up as blackjack?"

Yunping burst out laughing. "I'm not saying anything, but what are you thinking, little sister? I'm not a prophet who can predict the future. How could I possibly know in advance that it would be blackjack?"

"Then why is it exactly twenty-one, no more and no less..."

"How would I know?" Yunping took a sip of his wine and said casually, "I'm just guessing."

That's a god's guess.

Who could guess such a rare and unusual point so easily?

Everyone at the gambling table, including the demon girl, stared at Yun Ping with incomprehensible eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

Seeing that everyone had suddenly fallen silent, the skinny boss coughed.

"Gentlemen, do you want to continue playing?"

"Play, of course we'll play."

Yunping chuckled and took out another box from his storage ring.

It was still the same 400-year-old Pure World Ginseng, and it was thrown in front of Duan Xingchen like trash.

Duan Xingchen was stunned. Just as she was about to refuse, she heard the white-robed youth's nonchalant words—

"Take it. I have plenty of these. They're nothing special to me. I'd bet on them and still make a profit."

"..."

Duan Xingchen remained silent for a long time, then bit her lower lip, glanced at Yun Ping, and said resolutely, "I will return it to you with something of equal value in the future."

Yunping initially wanted to say that he didn't need to pay back such a small thing, but after seeing the latter's eyes, he gave up the idea. "Fine, whatever you want."

That look in their eyes suggests someone who doesn't want to owe others anything, which is somewhat similar to their Fan Luo Kui.

I wonder how Luo Kui and the others are doing now—

Just as she was thinking about this, Ruoxue's curiosity was piqued.

She gently patted Yunping's shoulder with her right hand, which was wrapped in snow-white bandages, and whispered in his ear, "Hey, teacher, why do you have so many Pure World Ginseng? That stuff must be quite valuable, right?"

"It's not particularly valuable."

As soon as Yunping said this, Ye Yuchan glared at him with a disdainful look.

He then ignored his female disciple, who was always eyeing the treasures in his storage ring, and began to explain in a low voice: "I once saw a ginseng tree that had just grown out of the ground. Yes, the Pure World Ginseng grows on trees. It was probably two or three hundred years ago... I happened to be passing by and picked some."

"Ginseng tree?" Upon hearing this word, Ye Yuchan immediately thought of a myth. "Did that old rogue swallow the ginseng fruit whole without even tasting it?"

Yun Ping's face darkened: "You think I don't understand the joke about Pigsy eating ginseng fruit?"

"Hehehe..." Ye Yuchan chuckled and quickly changed the subject: "So how many ginseng roots did you pick back then?"