Chapter 6: The Casino Ambush and the Founding Principles of Ancestor Lingxi
“Leopard Six!”
“Thirty-three times!”
“Six hundred and sixty taels!”
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When the middle-aged man reluctantly lifted the dice cup, the surrounding gamblers instantly erupted in excitement, all staring incredulously at the three dice.
‘Divine Sense truly is miraculous; it’s a pity only cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage can use it,’ Qian Jin praised inwardly. His absolute trust in the Ancestor stemmed from the fact that, beneath her Divine Sense, the points under the cup were as clear as day—it was essentially cheating.
“Haha, here are six hundred and sixty taels of silver. Does the young man wish to continue playing?” A middle-aged man in black carried a tray of silver ingots toward him; Qian Jin counted and saw that there were at least thirty large ingots, each worth a hundred taels.
“Ancestor, let’s quit while we’re ahead. This much silver is enough for us to eat steamed buns for a lifetime,” Qian Jin hugged the six hundred and eighty taels tightly to his chest, quietly consulting with Shangguan Lingxi.
“Coward! With all this silver, you’re still thinking about steamed buns? Keep betting!” Shangguan Lingxi laughed and scolded him, her mood clearly radiant.
“Of course I’ll keep playing! I’m just afraid you’ll chicken out!” The Ancestor hadn’t had enough fun yet, and Qian Jin had no desire to be beaten again, so he taunted the man in black with a swaggering tone.
“Haha, as long as the young master is enjoying himself, how could we, as businessmen, refuse?” The man in black gave a dazzling smile and slowly began shaking the dice cup.
Clatter-clatter—
His hand shook the cup faster and faster until, in the end, the crowd could barely see a blur.
Smack—
As the cup landed, everyone in the casino turned to look at Qian Jin, who was yawning.
“Young man, place your bet!” The man in black smiled and gestured for Qian Jin to wager, a cold curve at the corner of his mouth.
“You haven’t got enough to pay me! I won’t bet,” Qian Jin covered his mouth and yawned, glancing at the man in black’s dozens of large silver ingots.
“What? Four thousand taels aren’t enough? Are you kidding?”
“Is the kid scared?”
“Excuses!”
“I wonder if he’s betting on ‘Heaven’s Line’?”
“One hundred times?”
...
The moment Qian Jin spoke, the whole casino exploded; even the smile on the man in black’s face froze, and his hand inside his sleeve trembled.
“Haha, please bet as you wish. A casino owner never lacks silver!” Though shocked, the man in black did not back down. “Bring all the silver from the warehouse!”
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Qian Jin stroked the little pig nestled in his arms, quietly waiting as the staff fetched more silver, and the rest of the casino held their breath—an eerie silence fell.
Clap, clap, clap.
Soon, dozens of burly men surrounded the room, and seven or eight attendants carried in three large chests. When opened, the dazzling white silver nearly blinded everyone present.
“Haha, there are fifty thousand taels of silver here. Is that enough for your winnings?” The man in black asked confidently, and all eyes fell on Qian Jin once more.
“It’ll do,” Qian Jin yawned, then pushed all six hundred and eighty taels onto ‘Heaven’s Line.’
“Hiss—he really bet on Heaven’s Line!”
“How is that possible?”
“Stacking three ones is even more incredible than a blind man reading!”
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“Good! The young master is indeed bold and skilled,” the man in black, perhaps intentionally, slammed the table.
“Let’s reveal it, then!” He gave a cold laugh and lifted the cup.
“Heaven’s Line!”
“My goodness!”
“Incredible!”
When the dice were revealed, everyone gasped, even the man in black was stunned.
He had been shaking dice for decades, able to roll whatever he wished, but while the first roll was indeed ‘Heaven’s Line,’ that heavy slap should have scrambled the dice completely.
“Haha, thank you, boss! I almost wanted to give you this money, but you insisted on slamming the table. Now look what you’ve done!” Qian Jin laughed in a showy, triumphant manner, making the man in black flush with rage.
“You haven’t got enough silver to pay me anyway, so I’ll consider this a favor. I’ll leave the rest and take what’s here,” Qian Jin grinned, and under the complicated stares of the crowd, he carried two chests in his hands and pulled a third behind him, slowly heading for the door.
“Oink oink—”
The little pig stood atop the last chest, excitedly squealing at everyone in the casino—not just mocking them, but celebrating its own joy.
“Rob him!” As soon as Qian Jin exited, the gamblers could no longer restrain themselves and charged after him.
“Oink oink—”
The little pig calmly turned around and pointed its backside at the mob.
Pff—
A cloud of yellow smoke, accompanied by a loud fart, surged toward the hundreds of gamblers.
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Bang bang bang—
As soon as the gamblers touched the yellow smoke, their eyes rolled back and they collapsed.
“Oink oink—”
The little pig wiggled its rear at them with pride, as if flaunting its victory.
“Haha, Second Senior Brother’s ‘Soul-Stirring’ is truly formidable. Just a bunch of little runts,” Qian Jin slipped into a corner, took out his storage pouch, and with a swipe, swept up the three full chests.
Swish—
The three chests, stuffed with silver, vanished into the pouch.
Clap clap clap.
Qian Jin patted his hands excitedly and hugged the little pig. “Second Senior Brother, from now on we’ll never go hungry again. I’ll make sure you have steamed buns for every meal, until you can’t eat anymore.”
“Oink oink—”
Hearing it would never go hungry again, the pig was thrilled, especially since it hadn’t eaten its fill earlier.
“You think the people in the casino will just let you walk away so easily?” Shangguan Lingxi’s discordant voice shattered the tender moment between man and pig.
“What should I do? Run!” Qian Jin hastily looked around, grabbed the pig, and prepared to bolt.
“Run, my foot! I’ve never lost a fight in my life,” Shangguan Lingxi snorted coldly; Qian Jin suddenly felt his body was no longer under his own control.
“What cultivator can call himself one if he doesn’t know how to fight?”
Qian Jin’s voice unexpectedly came out as Shangguan Lingxi’s.
“Brat, watch carefully and learn well. Don’t always think about running away. Do you know the principle of our Xuantian Sect?” Shangguan Lingxi demanded.
“If you can win, don’t fight; if you can’t win, run!”
“Nonsense! That’s just your blind master spouting rubbish again,” Shangguan Lingxi gritted her silver teeth in anger.
“There he is, found him!”
“Kill him and take back the silver!” As Shangguan Lingxi was lecturing Qian Jin, dozens of men in black wielding knives spotted “him.”
“Remember the Ancestor’s second lesson!
Our Xuantian Sect’s creed is:
If gods stand in our way, we slay gods! If buddhas block us, we destroy buddhas!
If I become a Buddha, there will be no demons beneath heaven!
If I become a demon, what can the Buddha do to me?”