Including Qin Muling, there were nine monks participating in the gambling game.
The points awarded by each family ranged from big to small, and the most powerful one was undoubtedly an old man in gray clothes with an unattractive appearance. He was short and fat, with a peak level of cultivation in the Infant Transformation Realm. His aura was slightly scattered, which was obviously due to his unstable foundation.
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He alone scored seventeen points, and the rest of the monks had mixed results, but Qin Muling seemed to have bad luck this time. He only scored three points, and was undoubtedly at the bottom.
As a result, the five jade chips in front of Qin Muling were easily taken away by the opponent. Of course, he didn't care much and continued to throw out five chips.
"Fellow Taoists, I accept it!"
The old man in gray clothes made a hoarse and unpleasant laugh, and the rest of the people had different expressions, some were indifferent, some were gritting their teeth, or some were looking gloomily.
Based on their level of cultivation, one or two hundred high-grade spiritual stones is neither too much nor too little. It won't be too much to lose, but losing money is never a happy thing.
At the beginning of the second round, the monks placed bets one after another, with chips ranging from fifty to two hundred spirit stones.
Qin Muling's luck was slightly better this time, with six points opened, still at the bottom level.
The most powerful one this round was the pair of pretty monk sisters, who opened fifteen points and took away everyone's chips with a smile on their face.
"Girl from the Yang family, you have good luck!"
A white-clothed monk with a deer-headed rat-like eyes and a first-level cultivation of the Infant Transformation Realm said with a smile, his eyes passing over the other person's plump chest like a knife, and there was a trace of unconcealable pain in his tone.
This guy is quite a gambler, and he bets two hundred high-grade spiritual stones at one time. Naturally, he will be particularly unwilling to lose.
The rather pretty female cultivator glanced at him sideways and said in a calm tone: "Fellow Taoist of Zheyin Mountain, if you feel that you don't have enough money, then there is no need to continue. The Yang family is a place of rules and will not be strong.
Making a living by buying and selling by force.”
The monk in white with the deer-headed eyes turned red and said slightly angrily: "Stop irritating me with your words. I don't believe that I will keep losing today! Don't talk nonsense, keep going!"
Qin Muling glanced thoughtfully at the pair of sisters surnamed Yang. They sounded like they were from the Yang family?
On the surface, they appear to be in the middle stage of the Infant Transformation Realm, but in fact they are already at the sixth level of the Spiritual God Realm. They are considered the pair with the strongest cultivation levels in the field. No wonder they dare to be so confident, but this has little to do with me.
The third round started, Qin Muling was not impatient, and still had fifty pieces of high-grade spiritual stones as chips.
For him, being clumsy is only temporary, and as long as he is willing, it is easy to win back.
In this way for more than twenty rounds, Qin Muling always lost, but each time he only lost fifty spiritual stones, and still had more than half of his remaining chips.
The pair of Yang sisters won the most in the game. Not counting their own capital, the chips in front of them had accumulated to nearly 5,000 spirit stones.
"My little friend, something is wrong with this situation!"
Next to Qin Muling, a strong man with a simple and honest face gently tugged on his sleeve and whispered with his spiritual mind: "How come they are the only two who win all the time and we all lose?"
Apart from Qin Muling, this guy was the worst loser in the game. No wonder he found it unacceptable.
"Maybe, but I don't think my luck will always be this bad."
Qin Muling responded indifferently.
Since those two sisters are from the Yang family, they must have been trusted. How can ordinary monks, who are casino veterans who have been immersed in this art for many years, stand up to them?
The strong man touched his forehead in confusion and looked at the chips in front of the Yang sisters. He still felt unwilling to accept it, so he took out a large bag of spiritual stones from the space bracelet and handed it to the maid next to him to exchange the chips.
Qin Muling keenly sensed that the bag containing the spirit stones had a vague smell of blood and a hint of black energy from resentful spirits. Its origin was obviously not very fair.
Obviously, there are not many casual cultivators who are willing to make a decent living and earn money honestly. Instead, there are an endless stream of desperadoes who rob homes, kill people and buy goods. This strong man who has perfected the Condensation Realm looks simple and honest, but in fact he is not a kind person.
The gambling game continues.
"This time, I will bet three hundred spirit stones."
After losing a few more rounds, Qin Muling seemed to lose his temper and spoke to the other monks.
A flash of secret joy flashed in the eyes of the Yang sisters, and they said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, if you are happy, then we can also pay three hundred."
The old man in gray clothes squinted his eyes and looked at them, expressionless: "Three hundred is three hundred. Old man, I still have some coffin books, so I will take them out and have fun with my fellow Taoists."
The white-clothed monk from Zheyin Mountain looked ugly and snorted: "Bring me some more chips, I don't believe my luck will always be like this!"
As he spoke, he threw out a cold-light, top-grade spiritual weapon sword, and asked the maid next to him to appraise it and then exchange it for chips.
This time, the tall, thin, middle-aged monk with seventh-level cultivation of the Dan Condensing Realm scored thirteen points, the Yang sisters scored fifteen points, and the strong man beside Qin Muling scored sixteen points.
Qin Muling seemed to have finally started to change his fortune. He opened the highest score of 17 points in the game and took away the chips thrown by everyone for the first time.
"Sure enough, I knew I wouldn't lose forever."
Qin Muling smiled slightly and ignored the expressions of the monks around him.
The Yang sisters looked at him in surprise and said nothing. They took a few sips of the spiritual tea at hand and waited for the start of the next round.
However, this was just the beginning. Qin Muling was out of control and fired the highest points in the game, winning away chips one after another.
Two quarters of an hour later, the white-robed monk from Zheyin Mountain had already lost with nothing, and stared at Qin Muling with a livid face without saying a word.
The chips in front of the Yang sisters have bottomed out, and a lot of their own capital has been used. The other monks also looked gloomy.
Only Qin Muling had a mountain of chips in front of him. Not only did he get back all he had lost before, but he also won an additional nearly 20,000 high-grade spiritual stones.
"Fellow Taoists, do you want to continue?"
Qin Muling said with a smile, completely ignoring the murderous looks of the monks around him.
"Since my little friend is interested, I can only accompany you to the end."
The old man in gray clothes said calmly, and took out a sapphire elixir bottle and handed it to the maid beside him: "There are ten Chunqinghan elixirs in it. I think you can exchange them for some chips, right?"
The surrounding monks all looked over, and even the Yang sisters were slightly moved. Chunqinghan Divine Pill is a relatively popular type of spiritual elixir. It can enhance the soul, and especially has a certain effect in treating injuries at the soul level.
For these casual cultivators, they are indeed quite precious resources.
Not long after, the appraiser from the gambling house gave the valuation results, and chips worth 20,000 high-grade spiritual stones were delivered to the old man in gray.
The strong man with a simple and honest face also took out two good-grade spiritual weapons, a round shield and a finely crafted gold hairpin. I don't know where he got it.
The other monks followed suit, exchanging spiritual stones, various magic weapons, elixirs, and precious materials for chips, and then continued the gambling game.
Who said that casual cultivators are poor? Don’t these two of them look quite rich?
Qin Muling was thinking in his heart that at their level of cultivation, the core disciples from the Supreme Dao Lineage could not compare with their net worth. In other words, even if they had such a net worth, they would not spend every penny of their resources in gambling houses.
On improving one's own strength.
As for the guys in front of them, each of them is in a precarious situation, and they are in a situation where they may kill or be killed at any time, so they are particularly generous in spending spiritual stones.
The golden dice beat lightly, and after counting the breaths, the result came out.
It's seventeen o'clock again.
Qin Muling once again took away all the chips, and he was not going to pretend anymore.
So half an hour later, the front of all the monks became clean again, cleaner than a dog licking it. All the chips were transferred to Qin Muling, almost piled up into a hill.
"Fellow Taoist, you must know how to do everything in moderation,"
The white-robed monk from Zheyin Mountain stared at Qin Muling gloomily: "Those who don't know how to advance or retreat will suffer disaster if they go out."
Qin Muling responded unceremoniously: "Why do you say this, fellow Taoist? This is a gambling house. Everyone is here to play, not to listen to your preaching. You shouldn't say that you can't afford to lose, right?"
The white-clothed monk was furious, staring fiercely at the handsome young man opposite him with his bloodshot eyes, and he was about to burst into violence.
He has lost nearly 20,000 high-grade spiritual stones in total, which is not only all his personal savings, but also part of the sect's public funds. After returning home, he still doesn't know how to pay the sect.
He was not a kind person, and he immediately had the urge to turn against him and kill him.
Qin Muling's smile did not change, and his aura was condensed. A top-quality flying sword was hidden in his sleeves. As long as the opponent dared to stretch out his claws, he would not mind cutting it into pieces on the spot.
"Fellow Taoists, please be patient."
The Yang sisters finally spoke up: "This is the Yang family's territory. Since everyone comes here to play, you must abide by the Yang family's rules, otherwise our sisters will have to be sorry!"
As he spoke, the momentum throughout his body rose steadily and soon reached its peak.
The cultivation level of the sixth level of the Spiritual God Realm is obviously enough to deter everyone in the field.
"Okay, I don't mean anything else."
The momentum of the white-clothed monk suddenly weakened, and the big fist had the final say. This is the simplest and most straightforward game rule in the spiritual world. If you can't see the situation clearly, you will have no choice but to lose your head.
The old man in gray clothes sighed and stood up slowly: "In this case, I will not accompany you today! Please take care of yourself, little friend!"
The other monks looked at each other and chose to withdraw.
"There is a maid serving fine wine and snacks next door. If you fellow Taoists are not in a hurry, you can rest here before leaving. It's all free of charge." The Yang sisters said with a smile.
"Thank you for your kindness, let's see you another day!"
The old man in gray clothes said cheerfully and walked away quickly.
We are all old friends. What kind of routines do we have with each other? We all know that we are clean. Do we really dare to spend the night here? It is hard to say whether we will be able to get out of here smoothly tomorrow morning.
After the other monks left, the Yang sisters looked at Qin Muling, who was still sitting there, with a warm and charming smile on their faces:
"Brother, do you want to continue playing? Or do you plan to take a rest here? If you continue to play, our sisters can accompany you. If you want to leave right away, that's free, as long as you leave 90% of your chips!"
Qin Muling stared at her calmly: "It seems that you are not a good person? You want to take away 90% of my chips with just your white teeth?"
He has now won more than 100,000 high-grade spiritual stones in chips, which is a rare and huge fortune for a real-life monk. If he is a serious businessman, he will not be able to earn it for another hundred and eighty years.
Of course, activities such as killing people and stealing goods do not count.
The Yang sisters did not blush: "I said this is the territory of the Yang family, and everything must be done according to the rules of the Yang family. You must pay 90% of the chips in exchange for your own safety. I think this is quite fair to you!"
"You want to say no to the Yang family? It depends on whether you have enough strength!"
As he said that, several more auras of Transformation Infant and Spirit God Realm monks emerged from different corners and locked onto Qin Muling's vital points.
"You really think highly of me!"
Qin Muling smiled. Gambling houses were an important part of making money every day, so the power here was relatively stronger. A monk who seemed to only be in the Condensation Realm could obviously be slaughtered by them at will.
"how?"
The confident Yang sisters smiled with crooked eyebrows: "I think, little brother, you are also a talent, with good talent and potential. If you are interested, little brother, how about you stay and work for my Yang family? In the future, with the family as the backstage, this
Isn't it more comfortable to have a land with tens of thousands of miles of radius where you can run amok than to have a precarious career as a casual cultivator?"
Qin Muling nodded: "Okay, as long as you agree to let me be the head of the Yang family, I will stay!"
"you……"
The faces of the two women changed slightly, and their voices turned cold: "You don't know how to be brave, if you are shameless, then don't blame us for being rude!"
"Get it for me!"
After saying this, the surrounding space suddenly solidified, and a cloud of fine sand fell silently on his head, covering Qin Muling's figure with a heavy pressure.
It was a mesh-like top-quality spiritual weapon, and the person who took it should be at the spiritual level. But to Qin Muling now, this was just a child's play.
Terrifying coercion spurted out, freezing the spiritual weapon in mid-air and unable to move. Then, as the strong wind blew, two tall and burly Taoist puppets with shining golden light appeared in the room, holding heavy swords and giant hammers.
Then he knocked the Spiritual God Realm monk to the ground.
Then, the remaining monks were all knocked down by the Taoist puppets, and their souls were imprisoned using secret techniques, leaving them unable to resist.
"A Taoist soldier in the True First Realm?"
The faces of the Yang sisters changed drastically: "How come you have this thing? Are you, the disciple of which big force came out to gain experience?"
In their place, monks at the real level are enough to establish a sect and call themselves ancestors. If they can cultivate at the real level, they can go out and wander in the wider world. Why do they need to stay here?
Qin Muling's tone was calm: "I don't need to explain anything to you. Take me to see your family leader. From now on, I have the final say on this territory!"
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