UGB Chapter 136: Turning Against Guests
Chapter 136: Turning Against Guests
Chapter 136: Taking Control of the Situation
Including Qin Muling, there were a total of nine cultivators participating in the gambling game.
The points offered by each participant varied, with the most formidable being an unremarkable old man in gray robes. He was short and chubby, at the peak of the Infant Formation stage, with a slightly scattered aura, indicating an unstable foundation.
He alone scored seventeen points, while the other cultivators had varying results. However, Qin Muling's luck seemed to be bad this time, as he only scored three points, undoubtedly placing last.
As a result, the five jade chips in front of Qin Muling were easily taken by the opponent. Of course, he didn't really mind and continued to throw out five chips.
"Fellow Daoists, I appreciate your generosity!"
The old man in gray robes let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh, while the others had different expressions, some indifferent, some gritting their teeth, and some with a gloomy gaze.
With their cultivation levels, a few hundred High Grade spirit stones were not a small amount. They could afford to lose, but losing money was never a pleasant thing.
The second round began, and the cultivators placed their bets, with the chips ranging from fifty to two hundred spirit stones.
This time, Qin Muling's luck was slightly better as he scored six points, still placing at the bottom.
The most formidable in this round were the two sisters with decent looks, who scored fifteen points and happily collected everyone's chips.
"Young lady from the Yang family, you have good luck!"
A white-robed cultivator with a cunning look and at the first stage of the Infant Formation stage said with a smile, his gaze passing over the other's full chest, his tone revealing a hint of hidden pain.
This guy had a strong gambling nature and bet two hundred High Grade spirit stones at once. Naturally, he was particularly unwilling to lose.
The beautiful female cultivator glanced at him sideways and said lightly, "Fellow Daoist from Zhe Yin Mountain, if you feel financially strained, you don't have to continue. The Yang family abides by the rules and doesn't engage in unfair practices."
The white-robed cultivator with a cunning look blushed and said angrily, "Don't try to provoke me with your words. I don't believe I will keep losing! Stop talking nonsense, let's continue!"
Qin Muling glanced thoughtfully at the Yang sisters. It seemed like they were from the Yang family?
On the surface, they appeared to be at the mid-stage of the Infant Formation stage, but in reality, they were already at the sixth stage of the Divine Spirit Realm. They were the strongest pair in the field, which explained their confidence, but it had little to do with Qin Muling.
The third round began, and Qin Muling remained calm, still betting fifty High Grade spirit stones.
For him, hiding his true abilities was only temporary. As long as he wanted to, winning back everything with interest would be effortless.
In this way, for more than twenty rounds, Qin Muling kept losing, but each time he only lost fifty spirit stones, still retaining most of his chips.
The ones who won the most in the field were the Yang sisters. Excluding their initial capital, the chips in front of them had accumulated to nearly five thousand spirit stones.
"Young friend, something seems off here!"
Beside Qin Muling, a simple-looking strong man gently tugged at his sleeve and secretly communicated with divine sense, "Why are only the two of them winning while the rest of us are losing?"
Apart from Qin Muling, this guy was one of the most miserable losers in the field, so it was no wonder he found it hard to accept.
"Perhaps, but I don't think my luck will continue to be this bad."
Qin Muling responded indifferently.
Since the sisters are from the Yang family, they must have relied on their years of experience in gambling to become skilled players. Ordinary cultivators wouldn't be able to compete with them.
The burly man, feeling dissatisfied, touched his forehead in confusion and looked at the chips in front of the Yang sisters. He then took out a large bag of spirit stones from his spatial bracelet and handed it to the maid next to him to exchange for chips.
Qin Muling keenly sensed a faint bloody smell and a trace of resentful spirit aura on the bag of spirit stones. It was clear that the source of these stones was not entirely legitimate.
Obviously, there were not many Independent Cultivators who were willing to engage in legitimate business and earn money honestly. Instead, there were countless desperados who robbed, killed, and smuggled. This seemingly simple and honest burly man at the Core Condensation Realm peak was not a good person either.
The gambling continued.
"This time, I'll bet three hundred spirit stones."
After losing a few rounds, Qin Muling seemed to be unable to hold back her frustration and spoke to the other cultivators.
The Yang sisters' eyes flashed with joy as they smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist is generous. We'll also bet three hundred."
The gray-robed old man squinted his eyes and looked at them expressionlessly. "Three hundred it is. This old man still has some hidden cards. I'll bring them out to play with you all."
The white-robed cultivator from Zheying Mountain had an ugly expression and snorted, "Bring me more chips. I don't believe my luck will continue to be this bad!"
With that, he threw out a sharp and cold Spiritual Weapon battle knife, and asked the maid next to him to appraise it and exchange it for chips.
This time, the middle-aged cultivator who was tall and thin and had reached the peak of the Core Condensation Realm rolled a thirteen, while the Yang sisters rolled a fifteen, and the burly man next to Qin Muling rolled a sixteen.
Finally, Qin Muling seemed to have turned her luck around and rolled the highest score of seventeen, taking away all the chips that everyone had thrown.
"Indeed, I knew I wouldn't keep losing."
Qin Muling smiled faintly, ignoring the expressions of the surrounding cultivators.
The Yang sisters looked at him in surprise but didn't say anything. They calmly picked up their spiritual tea and took a few sips, waiting for the next round to begin.
However, this was just the beginning. Qin Muling continued to dominate, rolling the highest score one after another, winning wave after wave of chips.
After two hours, the white-robed cultivator from Zheying Mountain had lost everything and stared at Qin Muling with a grim expression.
The chips in front of the Yang sisters were almost gone, and they had also used a significant portion of their own capital. The other cultivators had equally pale faces.
Only the chips in front of Qin Muling piled up like a mountain. Not only did he take back all the chips he had lost earlier, but he also won nearly twenty thousand High Grade spirit stones.
"Fellow Daoists, do you want to continue?"
Qin Muling said with a smile, completely ignoring the murderous gazes of the surrounding cultivators.
"Since the young friend is interested, this old man can only accompany you to the end."
The gray-robed old man said calmly and took out a bottle of Qingyu Divine Pill, handing it to the maid next to him. "This bottle contains ten Divine Pills of Pure Clarity. It should be worth some chips, right?"
The surrounding cultivators looked over, even the Yang sisters were slightly moved. The Pure Clarity Divine Pill was a relatively popular type of spiritual pill that enhanced the soul. It had a certain effect in treating soul injuries. For these Independent Cultivators, it was indeed a valuable resource.
Not long after, the appraiser from the gambling house gave the valuation result, and the chips worth twenty thousand High Grade spirit stones were delivered to the gray-robed old man.
The burly man with a simple and honest appearance also took out two decent Spiritual Weapons, a round shield and a delicate golden hairpin. It's unclear where he got them from.
The other cultivators followed suit, exchanging their chips for spirit stones, various Law Weapons, alchemical pills, and precious materials, and then continued to open the gambling games.
Who said that Independent Cultivators are poor? Don't they all look quite wealthy?
Qin Muling pondered in his heart. The core disciples from the Supreme Dao lineage, at their cultivation level, their wealth is basically incomparable to them. Even if they have such wealth, they wouldn't waste it in the gambling house. Every resource is spent on improving their own strength.
As for the guys in front of him, each and every one of them lives from hand to mouth, in a situation where they could be killed at any moment, or kill others, so they are particularly generous when it comes to spending spirit stones.
The golden dice jumped lightly and after a few breaths, the result came out.
It's seventeen again.
Qin Muling once again took away all the chips, and he didn't plan to continue playing.
So half an hour later, all the cultivators' tables became clean and tidy, cleaner than if they had been licked by a dog. All the chips were transferred to Qin Muling's table, forming a small mountain.
"Fellow Daoist, one must know when to stop," the white-robed cultivator from Zheyin Mountain stared at Qin Muling with a sinister look. "Those who don't know when to retreat will encounter disasters when they go out."
Qin Muling didn't mince his words and retorted, "Why would Fellow Daoist say such things? This is a gambling house. Everyone is here to have fun, not to listen to your preaching. Could it be that you can't afford to lose?"
The white-robed cultivator became furious, his bloodshot eyes staring fiercely at the handsome and jade-like young man in front of him, showing signs of erupting in anger.
He had already lost nearly twenty thousand High Grade spirit stones, which not only accounted for all his personal savings, but also part of the sect's funds. He didn't know how to explain it to the sect when he returned.
Being inherently ruthless, he immediately had the impulse to turn hostile and kill.
Qin Muling's smile remained unchanged, his aura condensed but not released. A top-grade Treasure Weapon-level flying sword was hidden in his sleeve. As long as the other party dared to make a move, he didn't mind turning it into pieces on the spot.
"Fellow Daoists, please calm down," the Yang sisters finally spoke. "This is the territory of the Yang family. Since everyone is here to play, they must abide by the rules of the Yang family. Otherwise, we sisters will have to apologize!"
As they spoke, their aura rose steadily and quickly reached its peak.
Their cultivation at the sixth level of the Divine Spirit Realm was obviously enough to deter everyone present.
"Alright, I didn't mean anything else," the white-robed cultivator's aura immediately weakened. In the cultivation world, might makes right. If one couldn't see the situation clearly, they would lose their head.
The old man in gray sighed and slowly stood up. "Since that's the case, I won't accompany you today! Take care, young friend!"
The other cultivators glanced at each other and chose to withdraw.
"There are excellent spirit wines and snacks served by maids next door. If Fellow Daoists are not in a hurry, you can rest here and leave when you're ready. It's all free," the Yang sisters said with a smile.
"We appreciate your kindness, but let's meet again another day!"
The old man in gray said cheerfully and quickened his pace to leave.
Everyone here is experienced, and we all know each other's tricks. We are all clear-minded, so do you dare to stay here overnight? It's hard to say if you can leave smoothly tomorrow morning.
After the other cultivators left, the Yang sisters looked at Qin Muling, who was still sitting in place, with warm and charming smiles on their faces.
"Hey, young man, do you want to continue playing? Or do you plan to rest here? If you want to continue playing, my sister and I can accompany you. If you want to leave immediately, that's fine too, as long as you leave behind ninety percent of your chips!"
Qin Muling stared at her calmly, "It seems that you are not good people either, wanting to take away ninety percent of my chips just like that?"
He had already won over a hundred thousand High Grade spirit stone chips, which was a rare fortune for a Perfected Being Realm cultivator. If he were to earn it through legitimate means, it would take at least a hundred or eighty years, not counting any shady activities like killing or smuggling.
The Yang sisters didn't blush, "I said this is the Yang family's territory, and everything must be done according to the Yang family's rules. You have to hand over ninety percent of your chips in exchange for your safety. I think this is fair to you!"
"Do you want to say no to the Yang family? It depends on whether you have enough strength!"
As they spoke, several auras of Infant Formation Realm and Divine Spirit Realm cultivators emerged from different corners, locking onto Qin Muling's vital points.
"You really think highly of me!"
Qin Muling smiled. The gambling house was an important source of income, so the power here was relatively stronger. As a cultivator who only appeared to be at the Core Condensation Realm, it was clear that he would be at their mercy.
"What do you think?"
The confident Yang sisters smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes, "I think you are talented and have great potential. If you are interested, why not stay and serve the Yang family? With a family as your backing, you can dominate the tens of thousands of miles around here. Isn't that more comfortable than the precarious life of an Independent Cultivator?"
Qin Muling nodded, "Alright, as long as you promise to let me become the head of the Yang family, I will stay."
"You..."
The two women's faces changed slightly, and their voices turned cold, "You ignorant brat, since you don't appreciate our kindness, don't blame us for being impolite!"
"Capture him!"
As they spoke, the surrounding space suddenly froze, and a sprinkling of fine sand fell silently from above, carrying a pressure of over ten thousand jin, enveloping Qin Muling's figure.
It was a net-like Supreme Grade Spiritual Weapon, and the person who made the move should be a cultivator at the Divine Spirit Realm. However, for Qin Muling at the moment, it was just child's play.
Terrifying pressure surged out, immobilizing the Spiritual Weapon in mid-air. Then, amidst the gusts of wind, two tall and sturdy, golden-glowing Daoist puppets appeared in the room, wielding heavy swords and hammers. In just one round, they knocked the Divine Spirit Realm cultivator to the ground.
Then, the remaining cultivators were also knocked down by the Daoist puppets, and their souls were sealed with secret techniques, rendering them powerless to resist.
"Daoist puppets at the True Self Realm?"
The Yang sisters' faces turned pale, "How do you have these things? Who are you, a disciple from which major power?"
In their territory, a cultivator at the Perfected Being Realm was enough to establish a sect and be called an ancestor. With a cultivation at the True Self Realm, one could explore the wider world outside. There was no need to stay here.
Qin Muling's tone was indifferent, "I don't need to explain anything to you. Take me to see your family head. From now on, I will be in charge of this territory!"
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