Chapter 1088: A Little Dragon's Tail

Hiss!

Looking at the five hundred thousand yuan shi pushed forward by the white-clothed youth, every gambler at the table gasped sharply. For them, this amount was astronomical; many cultivators had spent their entire lives without ever seeing so much yuan shi.

This extravagant bet attracted a large crowd, causing all the gamblers in the betting house to stop what they were doing and gather around.

Compared to others, they felt utterly crushed! Many couldn't help but sigh and click their tongues, glancing at others and then at themselves. They were all here to gamble, so why was the gap so vast?

Big! I'm betting on big!

Following the trend, the entire table of gamblers jumped in, slamming their storage bags full of yuan shi onto the table with loud bangs. If the gambling table hadn't been made of special divine materials, it would have collapsed by now.

Come on, bet small and win small, bet big and win big! Place your bets and don't touch them once they're down!

Ye Chen's shouts echoed through the entire betting house, his smug expression making all the gamblers grind their teeth in annoyance.

Open it! Stop dragging your feet!

What's the rush?

Ye Chen casually placed the dice cup on the table, then glanced around leisurely. Seeing no one adding more bets, he flipped it open, revealing the three glaring dice!

Damn it!

The sight of the dice points nearly made the entire table of gamblers choke with rage, and more than a few nearly leaped onto the table.

How is that possible!

The white-clothed youth's face twisted into something grotesque, his teeth grinding audibly. He had calculated everything so clearly, yet the result was completely different, leaving him fuming.

"Mu Lao, how much did we win?" Upstairs, Mu Wanqing chuckled lightly.

"At least two hundred thousand yuan shi—quite the haul." The purple-clothed elder beamed. "That Ye Chen is no ordinary man."

You old bastard, rolling small three times in a row—have you no shame? As the two spoke, chaos erupted below, filled with the furious curses of the gamblers who'd lost money, their faces flushed and neck veins bulging.

"That's not right." Ye Chen shrugged while raking in his winnings. "I told you all to look carefully before betting, but you didn't listen. You can't blame me for that—losing is on you."

"You..." The whole table was left speechless by Ye Chen's retort, choking on their words.

Again. The white-clothed youth stood up, his expression savage as he glared at Ye Chen. His usual arrogance had turned to fury—he refused to believe his calculations could be wrong.

Come on, let's continue. Ye Chen grabbed the dice cup and swiftly collected the three dice inside.

Soon, the crisp sound of dice clattering against the cup filled the betting house.

Just like the previous rounds, everyone's eyes turned to the white-clothed youth.

This time, he stayed composed, staring intently at Ye Chen without placing a bet.

Bang! Ye Chen slammed the dice cup down on the table.

One hundred thousand—big! Only then did the white-clothed youth make his move, slamming a qiankun bag onto the table.

One hundred thousand? The whole room gasped in shock, even Mu Wanqing and the purple-clothed elder upstairs murmuring in amazement.

Betting one hundred thousand yuan shi like that—talk about guts.

This guy's loaded! Ye Chen stroked his chin, eyeing the white-clothed youth up and down, thinking he must have raked in a fortune at the Mu family betting house over the past few days.

Big! Bet on big! It's the third time—follow the gambling god's lead!

The crowd of gamblers pulled out their belongings, one storage bag after another piling up on the table, filled with glittering yuan shi—all hard-earned money!

Anyone else want to bet? Ye Chen took out his wine gourd, took a swig, and scanned the room.

Open it, right now! The gamblers glared at Ye Chen, teeth gritted. For some reason, just seeing his smug face made them want to beat him senseless.

It's open! Ye Chen flicked the dice cup aside, exposing the three bright dice.

What the hell! Curses exploded through the betting house like a tidal wave, and Mu Wanqing and the purple-clothed elder, anticipating it, quickly covered their ears.

Impossible! This can't be! The white-clothed youth's eyes turned bloodshot, the dice points not matching his calculations at all, igniting a raging fire in his chest.

Collect the money! Collect it all! Ye Chen pulled out a sack and stuffed the storage bags from the table into it one by one.

As for the gamblers at the table, they looked like they had red-eye disease, their faces twisted in anger. If this weren't Youdu, where private fights were forbidden, they probably would have ganged up and beaten Ye Chen to a pulp.

Come on, let's keep going! Ye Chen ignored their murderous stares, acting as if nothing had happened, and picked up the dice cup to shake it again.

This time, as he shook, he even shot a provocative glance at the white-clothed youth—it was the gaze of provocation, basically saying, "Go on, bet if you've got the nerve!"

And it worked. The white-clothed youth, in his rage, was practically exploding with fury, losing all his usual composure.

The sound of dice hitting the cup remained crisp.

From then on, the betting house grew even more chaotic, with waves of howling curses rising like a storm.

What's going on in there? The commotion was so loud that it drew people from the street, packing the betting house to the brim—this was probably the most crowded it had ever been since the Mu family opened it.

Impressive! As newcomers walked in, their mouths twitched repeatedly in unison.

It was no wonder—they'd never seen such a wild scene. Glancing around, over eighty percent of the gamblers crowded by the table were left in nothing but their underwear. They'd followed the "gambling god" and bet on big, but the dice kept coming up small in a string.

What a disaster! Ye Chen sighed, looking at the sea of people in their underpants, including many quasi-emperors and even a sovereign-level cultivator. He'd basically stripped them all back to square one.

Sighing, Ye Chen placed the dice cup on the table and glanced around at everyone.

But this time, no one placed a bet.

Or rather, they had nothing left to bet with—they'd lost everything except their underwear. Betting with that? Don't be ridiculous—if you stripped down, you'd be thrown out in a second.

What about you? Ye Chen's gaze finally landed on the white-clothed youth.

And it wasn't just Ye Chen—all the gamblers were staring at him, their eyes red and teeth grinding.

You so-called gambling god, why don't you just drop dead? We followed your lead and bet, and now we're flat broke!

The white-clothed youth's face was no longer recognizable, twisted and frosty with rage. His repeated calculations had led to repeated disastrous losses, pushing him to the brink of breakdown.

Bet or not? Say something! Ye Chen blinked his eyes at the white-clothed youth.

His words nearly made the white-clothed youth cough up blood. How could he bet? He'd lost every last yuan shi, pill, artifact, and secret scroll.

If you're not betting, I'm packing up! Ye Chen shrugged casually and reached for the dice cup.

Bet! The white-clothed youth gritted his teeth and pulled out a broken jade slip, placing it on the table.

Ye Chen's eyes lit up at the sight of it. The jade slip glowed with a faint divine light, exuding a mysterious aura with strands of dao principles swirling around it. Though damaged, it was clearly something extraordinary.

Emperor jade slip! Ye Chen murmured to himself, surprised that the white-clothed youth's broken jade slip was part of an emperor jade.

"I don't want anything else—this jade slip is mine." Ye Chen sent a message to Mu Wanqing.

"Agreed." Mu Wanqing replied straightforwardly. Even if the jade slip was valuable, it was worth it to win over Ye Chen.

"This jade slip is a family heirloom, worth at least one hundred thousand yuan shi." The white-clothed youth spoke coldly, staring at Ye Chen. "I'll bet it all on this one—I refuse to believe I'll lose again."

Big or small? Ye Chen grinned at the white-clothed youth.

"Big." The white-clothed youth forced the word through his teeth.

"Alright then." Ye Chen immediately flipped open the dice cup, revealing the three shiny dice.

"You..." Seeing the points, the white-clothed youth choked and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A string of dozens of smalls—this is just plain cursed. The gamblers scratched their heads furiously.

"Looks like that guy's absolutely furious." A bystander who'd come to watch sighed at the white-clothed youth.

"Gambling until you spit blood? Now that's talent." Another stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"Impossible! This can't be!" The white-clothed youth roared like a madman, his bellows echoing through the Mu family betting house, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ye Chen as if they could devour him.

"Nice jade." Ye Chen ignored the outburst completely, just clutching the broken jade slip and examining it closely, even breathing on it and wiping it with his sleeve.

"I'll be back!" The white-clothed youth howled and staggered out.

"Brother, you put on a great show today—come by tonight to split the money." Ye Chen called after him.

Huh? Ye Chen's words made all the gamblers turn their gazes sharply toward the white-clothed youth.

No one there was a fool—they could tell what Ye Chen meant. Split the money? So the white-clothed youth was in on it—a shill working with Ye Chen to scam them!

What a bombshell! Upstairs, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but give Ye Chen a thumbs-up.

This move of his was downright devious—he'd won the guy's money and then slapped a shill label on him for good measure.

Pfft! The white-clothed youth, just reaching the door, sprayed blood three feet into the air. He never expected Ye Chen to pull something like that, turning everyone's anger on him.

You just wait! The white-clothed youth snarled and stumbled away, clutching his chest.

Dammit! Seeing him leave, the gamblers charged after him, their faces red, eyes bloodshot, and some even carrying bricks in their hands.