Chapter 1076: It Has Come

Big! Big! Big!

Around the gambling table, a crowd of cultivators shouted in unison. At Ye Chen's side, Fan Tong was like someone injected with chicken blood, howling at the top of his lungs.

Small! Small! Small!

The other group of cultivators was equally fired up, not backing down at all.

It's worth noting that whether betting on big or small, everyone was flushed with excitement, their eyes fixed on the large bowl already covering the table.

Open it!

Under everyone's watchful gaze, the burly man shaking the dice lifted the bowl.

One, two, four — seven points, small!

The burly man's voice boomed loudly as he skillfully raked in the yuan shi from those who bet on big, then promptly paid out to those who bet on small.

Damn it!

Immediately, curses erupted around the table, with spittle flying everywhere, mostly from those who had lost money.

Not bad, not bad!

In contrast, the winners were all grinning from ear to ear, clutching their yuan shi winnings and looking smug. They even threw provocative glances at the losers. If not for the You Du restrictions against fighting, just those looks alone might have sparked a brawl.

"Son of a bitch."At Ye Chen's side, Fan Tong was still grumbling. It was a bad start — he lost fifty yuan shi on the first round. Yuan shi are hard to come by, and even for a major quasi-emperor, it stung.

"Come on, come on, bet on big for big payouts, bet on small for small payouts. Place your bets and no touching once placed!"

The burly dealer started shouting again, rhythmically shaking the bowl.

Ye Chen had taken out fifty yuan shi but didn't bet right away, waiting until the burly man placed the bowl on the table.

Beside him, Fan Tong made his move again, upping it to a hundred yuan shi, betting on big.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Around the table, the gambler cultivators placed their bets, slamming down so hard that the table shook. Most were the ones who had lost money, venting their frustration. Thankfully, the gambling house tables were made of tough material, or they would have been smashed to pieces by now.

Finally, the burly man set the bowl on the table.

At that exact moment, Ye Chen struck quickly, placing his fifty yuan shi on the small section.

Open it!

The burly man was swift, lifting the bowl without delay.

Hell!

Curses and wails burst out around the table once more, as the dice showed small again.

More mockery, sarcasm, and swearing followed, just like the previous round. The losers cursed up a storm, while the winners strutted around. The whole table was tense, like a powder keg ready to explode.

"Last round was small, and this one's small again. Eat shit!"Fan Tong grumbled, watching his yuan shi get raked away.

"Lucky streak."Ye Chen chuckled, accepting his payout of fifty yuan shi. This was way faster than earning from missions — at this rate, winning tens of thousands in a day was no problem.

"Kid, you're something else!"Fan Tong glanced at the hundred yuan shi in Ye Chen's hand and looked at him enviously.

"Just good character."

"Bullshit, don't give me that crap about character."Fan Tong scowled and cursed, then pulled out more yuan shi, this time going up to two hundred. He was determined to win back his losses.

"Come on, come on, bet on big for big payouts, bet on small for small payouts. Place your bets and no touching once placed!"The burly man was shouting again, the dice clinking clearly inside the bowl.

Ye Chen held his hundred yuan shi, biding his time.

As soon as the burly man set the bowl down, Ye Chen tossed his bet out in an instant.

Open it!

The burly man lifted the bowl with practiced ease.

Ye Chen had already covered his ears preemptively.

His caution proved wise, as a wave of thunderous curses hit like a tidal wave, with Fan Tong's howls being the most deafening.

What incredible luck!

Ye Chen's act was spot-on, no one suspecting he was a pro or cheating.

Fan Tong, on the other hand, had bloodshot eyes, staring jealously at the shiny yuan shi in Ye Chen's hand.

Not long ago, he had been so confident he'd win, but after three rounds, he was proven wrong big time. Not only did he not win, he lost every single time.

Compared to him, the newbie Ye Chen in his eyes had hit the mark every round. No need for Ye Chen to explain — Fan Tong chalked it up to sheer bad luck on his part.

I don't believe this!

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Fan Tong went all in, slamming a thousand yuan shi onto the table with a bang, and glared at the burly dealer. "Open small again, and I'll beat you senseless."

The burly man ignored him completely, shaking the bowl rhythmically.

In that split second when he set the bowl down, a storage bag landed on the table.

It was Ye Chen's, and this time it wasn't chump change — it was his entire stash, over two thousand yuan shi.

Open it!

The burly man called out, lifting the bowl.

Go to hell!

As the bowl came up, the curses shook the gambling house. The red-eyed gamblers nearly jumped on the table, and some even looked ready to pull out weapons and attack the burly man.

Four rounds of small in a row — have some shame!

Amid the barrage of insults, the burly man just shrugged casually. He was used to this and knew how to handle the chaos. He wasn't afraid of trouble, and no one dared cause any real problems.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already pocketed his two thousand yuan shi, tucking it away securely.

Next to him, Fan Tong's face was as black as charcoal, looking utterly defeated. They were both here to gamble, so what the hell was going on?

Ye Chen cleared his throat and quietly slipped away from the table.

He didn't leave the gambling house, though — instead, he moved to other tables to throw off any suspicion.

Soon, Ye Chen spotted another table.

In less than three minutes, he walked away with more yuan shi in his pockets and headed to the next one.

His strategy was simple: hit and run.

Following that approach, he shamelessly flitted from table to table, winning a few rounds at each before moving on. In under half an hour, he had raked in over ten thousand yuan shi.

Win twenty thousand, then stop!

Ye Chen paused at a new table, that was his plan.

He remembered the lesson from the Dan Cheng gambling house — you could win money here, but not too much, or someone would come looking for you. Like back with Ling Xiao, if Dan Cheng hadn't banned killing, he might have been taken out.

As he was thinking, someone tapped Ye Chen on the shoulder.

He turned around instinctively, and his mouth twitched.

Standing behind him was a sleazy old man — more precisely, a sleazy old man wearing nothing but floral shorts. No doubt, it was Fan Tong.

"What the hell is going on?"Ye Chen looked Fan Tong up and down, his eyes lingering on the shorts.

"Don't ask. It was small for over ten rounds straight."Fan Tong spat as he cursed.

"Then what?"

"Then I lost everything except these shorts."

"And then?"

"Lend me some money. I'll pay you back if I win."

"No."Ye Chen shook his head firmly. Who knew when this guy would actually pay up.

"Hey, you little brat, I—"

"This young friend, my master requests your presence."Before Fan Tong could finish, a man in purple robes appeared in front of them. He spoke to Ye Chen, but his eyes scanned Fan Tong up and down.

What the— another gambler, and you end up like this?

The purple-robed man eyed Fan Tong judgmentally, while Ye Chen sized up the purple-robed man. He thought to himself, the inevitable has arrived. If not for Fan Tong showing up, he might have won this round and bolted.

"Young friend, please come with me!"The purple-robed man finally focused on Ye Chen.

"Gambling? Not going."Ye Chen shook his head.

"You can gamble upstairs too."The purple-robed man smiled. "My master wants to have a game with you. You won't need to put up any capital — the house covers wins and losses. Just do us this favor."

"Not going."Ye Chen shook his head again, about to throw his money bag on the table for another bet, and it was a hefty amount.

"Young friend, forgive me, but I must insist."The purple-robed man made his move, grabbing Ye Chen and leading him away.

"My money!"Ye Chen felt an urge to curse.

"It won't be shortchanged."The purple-robed man waved his hand, catching the money bag Ye Chen had thrown and handing it back.

"I'm going too."Fan Tong tagged along shamelessly.

"Go play somewhere else."The purple-robed man flicked his sleeve, and Fan Tong was sent flying back where he came from. In his bright floral shorts, he stood out like a sore thumb in the gambling house.