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

……

Are you a pervert?

—A question posed by Jiang Yuetian with a strange expression.

"Senior Sister Yu Chan... so she's just like Teacher..."

—From a former saintess who was trembling with fear.

Ye Yuchan raised her dead fish eyes and said, "Hey, don't compare me to that old hooligan. According to the old hooligan, I just have a peculiar way of thinking, but I'm not a pervert."

“You weren’t like this before…” Jiang Yuetian’s expression grew increasingly strange as he looked at Ye Yuchan. “So it’s because you’ve been in contact with the teacher too much that you’ve become like this…”

"Whoever spends too much time with him!"

When a certain person was mentioned, Ye Yuchan's face turned slightly red, even though she hadn't changed her expression or skipped a beat when talking about holy water.

Jiang Yuetian and Duan Xingchen exchanged a glance, and simultaneously spread their hands to express their helplessness in the face of the silver-haired girl's arrogance.

It was at the end of this terrifying conversation that the three of them officially arrived at the venue of the horse racing convention.

"Wow—" Ye Yuchan exclaimed as she looked around at the vast venue, "It's even bigger than I imagined..."

Jiang Yuetian nodded, her purple eyes gleaming: "It should also be reinforced with a spatial array... but this time it's even more impressive than last time..."

The entire venue was shaped like a circular nest, with an oval track taking up the largest area. Around it were tiered seats specially prepared for the spectators, which Ye Yuchan thought looked a lot like movie theater chairs.

The seating arrangements for VIPs are quite particular.

To provide a better overall view, the VIPs' seats were positioned diagonally above the arena, allowing them to adjust their orientation to observe the game from several different angles.

The chair, made of special fur, had several arrays on either side for changing orientation, and there seemed to be a few other gadgets with special functions as well.

Although the position is suspended in mid-air, which makes sitting there a bit strange, I have to admit that the feeling of sitting down is quite nice.

However, Jiang Yuetian doesn't think so—

"Oh, Young Master Jiang has arrived!"

He had barely stepped onto the VIP section and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when someone recognized him.

After all, such a beauty must be considered an angel in other people's eyes. Once you see her, you will never forget her. It is not surprising that she would be seen by others.

But the problem is that the people sitting in these VIP seats recognized Jiang Yuetian not only because of her beauty, but also because of something else.

"Where? Where is she? Where is the beauty who spends all her money?!"

"What? The charitable gambling king is here?"

"The beacon of gambling has arrived?! Where is it? I haven't seen it in ages!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Jiang Yuetian's appearance suddenly enlivened the previously quiet VIP seating area.

In an instant, more than a dozen distinguished guests who were familiar with Jiang Yuetian stood up from their seats, bowed to Jiang Yuetian one by one, and then crowded around him.

Although everyone treated Jiang Yuetian with utmost respect, for some reason, no one dared to shake his hand; they simply stood at a distance, smiling at him.

"Spreading wealth... beauty?"

Upon hearing this address, Duan Xingchen was momentarily confused.

Jiang Yuetian blushed, first giving a sharp look to the casino VIPs who were warmly welcoming her, then said to Duan Xingchen:

"Junior sister, don't listen to their nonsense. I just lost more and won less."

"A little less?" Ye Yuchan raised an eyebrow.

"...Don't look at me like that! Don't let my appearance fool you, I used to have a record of winning three consecutive rounds of betting on big or small, earning five hundred gold coins!"

"Three wins in a row? How many losses did you have?"

"...just over two hundred..."

Look—

Ye Yuchan helplessly spread her hands and said to Duan Xingchen, "I knew our second senior brother was unlucky."

"This is no longer a simple matter of 'bad'..."

For some reason, Duan Xingchen suddenly started to panic.

She always felt that with her second senior brother's luck... if he went to bet on horse races, he would probably lose everything.

That's what I thought, but since I'm already here, even if it's just to see Jiang Yuetian give away money on the spot, I have to see it all.

At least the rich atmosphere around him still felt very novel to Duan Xingchen.

However, after sitting down in the VIP seats, an elderly man next to him suddenly turned his gaze to Duan Xingchen.

He hesitated for a few seconds before whispering, "Young lady, is this your first time seeing horses?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Xingchen first turned around to look at Ye Yuchan and Jiang Yuetian, and found that the two of them had not noticed the old man. Jiang Yuetian, in particular, was being surrounded by a group of gambling friends asking him how to place his bets.

Although she didn't recognize the man, there was no dangerous aura about him, so Duan Xingchen didn't choose to ignore him.

She paused for a moment before replying, "It is indeed my first time here."

"Just as I thought, you don't look like one of those crazy gamblers at all." The old man nodded with a sigh, a hint of sadness flashing in his aged eyes. "Alas, young lady, I advise you, it's best if you don't participate in horse racing this year."

"...What do you mean by that?"

"This year's horse racing tournament is much more complicated than you imagine, especially since the City Lord's Mansion got involved this year. This horse racing tournament... it's rife with shady dealings!"

"Is that so?!"

Duan Xingchen was shocked to hear this, thinking to himself that if there was any foul play involved in the horse racing betting, then wouldn't Jiang Yuetian, who had come here this time, have no chance of winning?

"Of course, the people in the City Lord's Mansion are ruthless." A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes, then he chuckled, "Here's what we'll do, little girl, I know about the inside story. If you give me five hundred gold coins, I'll tell you who the winners of the first few rounds of the horse race were. What do you say?"

8. Others gamble with money, you gamble with your life...

Five hundred gold coins for a shady deal?

Regardless of whether the alleged conspiracy actually exists, if one could exchange 500 gold coins for this conspiracy, it would be a sure-fire way to make a profit.

But Duan Xingchen is neither stupid nor stubborn.

Anyone with even a modicum of common sense would realize there's something wrong with this.

Why should I believe you?

Duan Xingchen looked warily at the somewhat dejected-looking old man in front of him, his suspicion evident in his eyes: "I don't think we know each other..."

—At least Duan Xingchen had no impression of the person in front of him.

Upon hearing this, the old man realized Duan Xingchen's suspicion and let out a long sigh.

"Young lady, I see you're new here, but the shady dealings inside this casino are far more complex than you imagine."

He stroked his beard and said with a righteous air, "In my life, what I hate most are those crooked ways that use tricks and schemes in the shadows. Although your clothes are a bit unusual, you exude a pure and kind aura. I don't want you to suffer from the harm caused by this casino."

"Besides, young lady, if you win the bet, wouldn't that make this shady casino suffer a huge loss? It would also make those unscrupulous merchants with ulterior motives suffer a great loss, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

……

For some reason, Duan Xingchen suddenly felt that the old man in front of him spoke very eloquently, and his tone was powerful and resounding, and his expression was just like the one he said he hated crooked ways.

Could he really be a good person?

No, it's not that simple.

Although she wavered for a few seconds, our Xingchen girl immediately came to her senses.

A look of doubt still lingered in her eyes—

"Wait a minute, sir, if you really want that shady business to suffer a loss, why don't you place a bet yourself? You're standing in this VIP section... you shouldn't be short of money, right?"

Indeed, this is the strangest point.

Since this old man claims to know about the inside story and the final result of the horse race, wouldn't he be able to make a fortune by placing his own bets? He could also cause the shady operation to collapse – a win-win situation!

No matter how you look at it, if the old man can't give a reason, Duan Xingchen will be convinced that the person in front of him is a fraud!

however--

"Ugh……"

The old man suddenly sighed, and without replying, silently rolled up his slightly taut trousers on his right leg, revealing his thin and shocking right leg.

"what--"

Duan Xingchen instinctively gasped, for what she saw before her was a mangled right leg.

The lines of his calves were completely twisted, the muscles looked as if they had been twisted several times, the skin was covered with dark red blood spots, and there were even some places that looked like they had been burned by flames, showing a charred appearance.

The entire leg was almost necrotic.

The old man gave Duan Xingchen a bitter smile, his aged face suddenly filled with an indescribable expression, and then his gaze turned to the vast arena below.

He pointed to the stadium and said in a nostalgic tone:

"I was once one of them."

"Eh?"

Duan Xingchen was taken aback, wondering if this was about to start a flashback...

As it turns out, this is indeed the case.

“In the past, I was also a formidable rider on this racetrack. My Red Rabbit and I galloped on this racetrack for ten years without ever encountering an opponent. Even in an era when young riders emerged and talent abounded, Red Rabbit and I still raced on the track with an invincible attitude. Within ten years, no matter how many heroes and powerful horses there were, none of them could rival me.”

As he spoke, the old man's white hair flew wildly, and he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, a sense of grandeur and pride welling up within him.

"My horsemanship is second to none in the entire Jinglin City, no... the entire Lantian Empire. I have even defeated countless opponents on that mountain named after autumn. Although I was eventually defeated by that young man who was revered as the Horse God of Mount Akina, I have no regrets about my racing career."

"Unfortunately—"

The old man suddenly let out a deep sigh, and then, as if he were disappointed in his son, angrily slapped his thigh.

Duan Xingchen was so frightened he almost jumped up—who knew if the old man would break his already badly damaged right leg?

Fortunately, the slap wasn't very forceful, as if the old man knew his leg was useless.

Duan Xingchen remained silent for a few seconds, gazing at the old man's grief-stricken appearance, and the kindness that had existed in his heart since childhood was stirred—