CHAPTER 274: CHAPTER 0271: IT’S TIME FOR ME TO TEACH YOU A LESSON

"Where are they going?"

Although Lin Fan didn’t want to worry about Ye Donglai, borrowing a million from here made him very curious.

The disciple with Ye Donglai was also a true disciple.

The two of them stealthily left the Immortal Sect.

Didn’t seem like anything good.

"To go or not to go?"

Lin Fan pondered whether to follow them to see what’s going on.

Since he had nothing else to do.

Might as well take a look.

If that kid dares to waste away his million Spirit Stones recklessly, he will definitely beat him up.

Suddenly.

He frowned, his body temperature rose, as if a fire was igniting within.

He circulated his mana to suppress this feeling.

"About to have a breakthrough, the mana is too high, causing the Three Calamities to arrive early."

He knew what was happening; he had stayed at the Unity Realm for a while, his mana was accumulated thickly enough, ready to break through to the Three Calamities.

And the burning feeling just now was the Fire Disaster.

Didn’t expect it to be the Great Three Calamities.

There are levels in this realm.

Ordinary regular cultivators with insufficiently thick mana or not deeply trained in Divine Skills, or whose talent isn’t that strong, generally would encounter the Minor Three Calamities.

The Minor Three Calamities are: Blade Disaster, Pestilence Disaster, and Famine Disaster.

The Minor Three Calamities aren’t very challenging, as long as your luck isn’t exceedingly bad, you can pass through safely.

But the Great Three Calamities are different.

Fire Disaster, Water Disaster, and Wind Disaster all have earth-shattering powers, being destructive calamities, without a strong foundation in power, it’s hard to get through.

Lin Fan didn’t want to experience the Three Calamities in the sect.

First, follow Ye Donglai to see what exactly is happening.

The next day!

"This kid can really run, where exactly is he going, going so far."

Originally, he thought Ye Donglai was going to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but seeing the route, he knew it was wrong.

Soon enough.

He saw the two enter a mountain.

This mountain wasn’t famous.

Around the area, it was just an ordinary mountain range, but he could spot quite a few people active within.

Lin Fan landed within the mountain, followed Ye Donglai’s figure, crossed a small path of steps heading up the mountain, and saw quite a few extraordinary disciples passing by.

Their powers weren’t weak.

Also, judging by their clothes, they all belonged to sects, even the disciples from the Demon Path were present.

"A strange place, how come I’ve never heard of it before," Lin Fan was very puzzled, if so many people came here, it couldn’t go unnoticed.

Could it be his social circle wasn’t wide enough?

Not big enough?

So he had never heard anyone mention it?

In the distance.

A grand hall stood at the mountain top.

At the entrance.

There were two men guarding, and when they saw Ye Donglai, they couldn’t help but smile:

"Brother Ye, after fighting for several days and losing everything last time, back again?"

Ye Donglai squinted, dissatisfied, "What are you talking about, when did I, Ye Donglai, lose everything? I just fought for several days, was in poor spirits, and went back to rest for a while."

"There’s no point in talking to you."

"Watch how I am going to excel today."

When he arrived, he already felt a fire burning inside him, the fire of winning.

The two men at the door smiled with a bit of an ulterior meaning.

Watching Ye Donglai enter the grand hall, they said disdainfully.

"Let’s see how miserably he loses again."

...

Lin Fan’s ears were sharp, he didn’t expect this to be a gambling den, do all cultivators enjoy gambling?

That’s unlikely.

But on second thought.

So what if one is a cultivator, it’s not like they are devoid of desires, they just have a bit more power than mortals.

"Stop, this brother looks unfamiliar, seems like it’s your first time here?" Just as Lin Fan was about to walk past the two, one of them stopped him, asking curiously.

Lin Fan smiled, "That’s right, it’s my first time trying my luck here."

The two men sized up Lin Fan carefully, and once they were sure he wasn’t there to cause trouble, "Go in, but since you’re new, there are rules you need to know, you can’t use Divine Sense inside, and casting mana is forbidden too, if found out, you’ll be kicked out."

"We’re telling you upfront to prevent any misunderstandings."

Lin Fan smiled and cupped his hands, "Thanks for the information, I’m really wondering if I can leave with my pockets full today."

Then, amidst the whispered gossip of the two, Lin Fan walked into the grand hall.

Leave with your pockets full?

If you don’t lose your pants, consider yourself lucky.

When Lin Fan entered the grand hall, he immediately saw it was teeming with people, from mortals to Immortals, Demons, and even Demons, with no shortage of people crowding each table, almost hard to squeeze in.

He also found this grand hall somewhat eerie.

There seemed to be a mysterious power suppressing everyone’s Divine Sense, preventing it from being released, an anti-cheating measure indeed.

Lin Fan walked around, observing the surrounding situation.

Some gamblers laughed heartily, while others had eyes red with intensity; despite deep cultivation, they were flushed with excitement, sweat streaming down their faces.

He even saw someone pawn a Spiritual Artifact.

The price at least reduced by half.

"Heh, didn’t expect so many playstyles."

He discovered many play styles here, besides the common games like cards, Pai Gow, and Mahjong, there were various gambling modes.

At this moment.

Someone lightly patted Lin Fan’s shoulder.

"Bro, it’s your first time here?"

Lin Fan turned to see a shifty-eyed man, with a sly smile, greeting him.

"Yes, it’s my first time," Lin Fan said.

The man replied, "Bro, it’s good that it’s your first time, I’ve been here a long time, named Shi Laoshu, and I love dealing with newcomers because firsthanders often have amazing luck, I’ve seen many who came for the first time and left with their pockets full."

"How about I show you around?"

Lin Fan smiled and asked, "No need, although it’s my first time here, I’m quite familiar with it. Let me ask, do you know that person?"

He pointed into the distance, at the yelling Ye Donglai sitting there.

"Him..." Shi Laoshu was about to divulge what he knew but hesitated, rubbing his chin with a perplexed look, "This..."

Lin Fan pulled out ten Spirit Stones, "Don’t think it’s too little, just asking you some info."

Seeing the ten Spirit Stones, Shi Laoshu’s eyes lit up immediately, eagerly pocketing the stones as he said, "I know, I know, he’s been coming for the past month often, staying for four or five days, I’ve heard he’s a true disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, and he bets big, the amount of Spirit Stones could crush me."

"But what’s the use of envy, being a true disciple of a major sect, he just has the money."

"But he’s a bit unlucky, simply put, he’s in too deep, already lost nearly ten million Spirit Stones, even pawned his Lifebound Spirit Artifact."

"This time he brought another million Spirit Stones, truly unknown which fool lent him those, it’s like throwing meat buns at a dog with no return."

Shi Laoshu truly didn’t know the fool he just mentioned was right in front of him.

"Ten million Spirit Stones..." Lin Fan squinted, didn’t expect Ye Donglai to have such wealth, but thinking about it, it made sense, he pawned even his Lifebound Spirit Artifact, exchanged every valuable thing on him, indeed should be about that amount.

Yet, whether he’s borrowed Spirit Stones elsewhere, was uncertain.

"Oh, seems he’s gambling big, who runs this casino? Running a casino in this mountain range, with patrons from all three paths of Immortal, Demon, and Demon, not afraid of issues?" Lin Fan asked.

Shi Laoshu shook his head, "I don’t know who specifically runs it, but I’ve heard they have a big backing, no one dares to cause trouble here."

Forget it.

No need to care who runs it.

Now, he just wants to see what kind of explanation Ye Donglai intends to give him.

"You’re done, go on." Lin Fan waved, dismissing him.

Shi Laoshu felt stunned, feeling these ten Spirit Stones were really too easy to earn.

Also, what’s the deal with the person in front of him?

He couldn’t quite figure it out.

Lin Fan approached the table where Ye Donglai was participating in a session. At this moment, Spirit Stones were arrayed in front of Ye Donglai, shining brightly, quite numerous, drawing the unwavering gaze of the onlookers.

They loved watching high-stakes gambling like this.

The quantity of Spirit Stones wagered in one round was beyond what they could even imagine.

Gambling is mostly trickery.

He didn’t want to say much or investigate further; he just knew that if Ye Donglai continued playing, he’d essentially be offering others a meal.

Simultaneously, Ye Donglai was playing the simplest game of betting odd or even.

Several small stones were on the table, yet they could win incredibly precious Spirit Stones.

"Odd, I say odd."

Ye Donglai was lost in it, pushing the Spirit Stones in front of him out, then stood up, slapping the table, saying, "I, Ye Donglai, refuse to believe it can be double five times in a row."

"With this round, I’m going to win back everything I’ve lost."

The surrounding onlookers were on tiptoe, eyes fixed on the table.

This round, Ye Donglai wagered over fifty Spirit Stones in total.

Truly the epitome of a terrifying gamble.

"Reveal!"

"Sorry, it’s double again, six consecutive doubles."

Seeing this result, Ye Donglai not only had red eyes, even his neck turned crimson, veins protruding prominently like tree roots.

"How is this possible."

He gripped the table with both hands, eyes wide, unbelievingly staring at the scene before him.

The Spirit Stones that were piled up in front of him.

Had been claimed by the other side, and the million Spirit Stones he brought to make a big haul were won in such a short time, he was utterly infuriated by this outcome.

"I am a true disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, I need to borrow Spirit Stones, who will lend me?"

Standing behind him, Lin Fan extended his hand, pressed down on the back of Ye Donglai’s head, and then forcefully pushed down.

Ye Donglai’s face smashed hard into the table.

Bam!

Crack!

The table split, Spirit Stones scattered all around, the onlookers jumped back in fright.

"I loaned you a million Spirit Stones just for gambling?" Lin Fan felt the need to teach Ye Donglai a lesson.

Although this guy was crafty and unreliable.

But... at least they were from the same sect.

And he considered himself a senior brother.

He felt it necessary to properly educate disobedient true disciples.