Chapter 628: Chapter 571: I Won’t Pretend Anymore, Let’s Lay All the Cards on the Table
Just like the Artifact Spirit guessed, the old Daoist’s cultivation method is extremely unique.
It can only be done step by step.
Plus, the old Daoist himself has said, once a certain bet is lost, you can’t bet again.
Four stages to the bet, it seems the old Daoist really isn’t planning to give up.
Fine then, Han Yu doesn’t mind letting him know about the treacherous customs of the Central Continent.
One step, two steps... four steps.
This time, Han Yu stepped quickly, almost starting to act the instant the bet was made.
The same interference happened again, but this time it only twitched and then stopped.
The old Daoist’s expression changed once more, and after gritting his teeth, he tossed the Spiritual Treasure back.
This time he didn’t even pretend, he spoke directly.
"I bet you’ll fall within three steps."
The old senior is losing it.
"He’s panicking, he’s panicking."
The Artifact Spirit couldn’t contain its laughter.
"Bet!"
Why not bet? The other party is clearly down on his luck. As they say in the Central Continent, the old Daoist is a beacon.
Han Yu has no reason not to bet.
More importantly, he has won back all his belongings, let’s see what the old Daoist can say now.
The first step was carefree.
The second step, nothing happened.
When Han Yu took the third step, the old Daoist’s heart clenched tightly.
But watching Han Yu step lightly and easily, the old Daoist truly couldn’t keep calm.
His face turned pale green, and he looked at Han Yu as if he’d seen a ghost.
Did he lose again?
Losing once is understandable, twice, you can still make sense of it.
But losing three times in a row is just ridiculous.
In thousands of years, he has never had a precedent of losing three times in a row.
"So now I can go, right?"
Han Yu joyfully cupped his fists and took his leave.
"No, let’s keep betting."
The old Daoist was anxious, speaking bluntly.
This is over the top, isn’t it too shameless!
"Senior, I’ve won all my things back, I’ve completely won against you, you need to honor the agreement."
Han Yu sighed helplessly.
"That doesn’t work."
The old Daoist still wouldn’t give up, then reached to take out various Spiritual Treasures, drums, bells, sumptuous jade, and musical instruments piled up all over the ground.
"Pick one yourself, let’s keep betting."
He thought these many things would be enough to move any cultivator, confidently thinking.
But it just so happens there’s someone who doesn’t count as a cultivator.
Han Yu just glanced at the things on the ground and felt a toothache. No matter how good they are, they’re useless to him.
"No bet, I’m not interested in these things."
"You..."
The old Daoist evidently misunderstood Han Yu or perhaps had misconstrued it himself, glared at him in anger and began to take off his clothes.
"Then I’ll take off my clothes."
Younger people like to settle scores, definitely wanting revenge for just now’s undressing.
But Han Yu was dumbfounded, even Spiritual Treasures mean nothing to him, would he really want to see him undress?
Do I have a screw loose?
"Senior, please have some self-respect."
Han Yu immediately stopped him, he couldn’t really let the old senior undress.
"Then just continue betting with me!"
The old Daoist halted the act of undoing his trousers, speaking in frustration.
Han Yu felt a massive headache, smiled bitterly, "Senior, can’t you just let me go! I really have to find Mu Zili."
He had wasted a day here and still hadn’t seen Mu Zili, he ought to go look for him earlier and return sooner.
"I said he’d come, and he will come, just wait, how can you not trust me?"
The old Daoist gave Han Yu a sideways look, still wanting to continue the bet.
Han Yu was inwardly crying out, this old man really has the nerve, being so shamelessly stubborn, without a shred of credibility left, how can one trust you!
"Honestly, senior, I truly can’t trust you."
The old Daoist’s face first blushed, then turned slightly angry, only with a few actions, Han Yu saw the other party release a few beams of light soaring into the sky.
After finishing all this, the old Daoist tidied his expression, becoming suddenly profound and unfathomable.
"I initially wanted to mingle with you under the guise of an ordinary expert, but didn’t expect you to be so unappreciative."
"I can’t pretend any longer, I’m laying it all out—Mu Zili is my second disciple, Su Xiaoxiao is my third disciple, so tell me, does it make sense for Mu Zili to come to me himself?"
After hearing the old man’s profound statement, Han Yu’s first reaction wasn’t shock or surprise, rather his mouth twitched.
A kind of irrepressible emotion was about to burst from his heart.
Your disciple’s waiting for someone to bring reinforcements and you knew it, yet you pull me here to gamble?
What kind of incredible mentor-disciple relationship is this?
"I’ve already urgently informed them, they will definitely come, let’s continue."
The old Daoist, undeterred, said.
Han Yu really didn’t want to bet anymore, the old Daoist had nothing worthwhile to offer, if this went on, he really would end up stripping naked, which might genuinely upset him.
But the old Daoist was already upset, speaking angrily, "Just tell me! What would you want in worth to keep betting."
"Can’t we just not bet?"
Han Yu felt utterly exasperated; this old man’s gambling addiction is truly insatiable!
The old Daoist nodded seriously, "I, Daoist Chu, have never in my life been weaker than others, determined to reclaim everything I’ve lost."
Han Yu was astonished; if he wasn’t the one involved, these words would sound so much like someone who suffered a great loss and sought vengeance.
"Since you insist on betting, ask for something he doesn’t have, ask him if he has an Inquiry Stone."
The Artifact Spirit suddenly advised in his Sea of Consciousness.
If he can’t produce it, surely he won’t insist on betting further, right!
If he really can produce it, growing rich through betting doesn’t sound too bad either.
Bright with an idea, Han Yu quickly conveyed, "If you want to bet, I want an Inquiry Stone as a stake, one per round, I’ll keep you company as long as you wish."
The old Daoist was expected to retreat at this point, but as soon as Han Yu finished speaking, the other party readily agreed.
"Only an Inquiry Stone, let’s bet."
Only an Inquiry Stone?
If not for Su Xiaoxiao saying how rare this thing is, Han Yu might have been taken in by the tone, as if it were just a roadside stone.
"Senior, would you mind showing eighty or a hundred of them to see your capability, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s mostly that the country bumpkin’s never seen it before, wants to broaden his horizons."
As soon as Han Yu finished speaking, the old Daoist spread his hands in shameless fashion, saying, "I don’t have any right now."
This is too difficult for him, Inquiry Stones have been of no use to him for ages, why would he carry them around?
Moreover, the sheer quantity of eighty or a hundred...
This little brat obviously is setting me up!
Unwittingly, Han Yu sneakily mocked him.
"I don’t have any now, but Mu Zili does, if you can win, he’ll pay me back."
For some reason, when the old Daoist said this, Han Yu unexpectedly felt a similar sentiment with Su Xiaoxiao.
And moreover, the old Daoist didn’t even give Han Yu a chance to refuse again, he immediately exclaimed, "I bet in two steps..."
Halfway through his sentence, the old Daoist suddenly lost confidence and paused, giving his surroundings a glance until something caught his attention.
Amongst the woods and brush, he pointed suddenly to one and spoke.
"Let’s just bet on whether the number of leaves on that tree is odd or even..."
He could bet on even this?
For all else, this old Daoist’s way of betting absolutely pioneers a new path in gambling.
...
Meanwhile, Mu Zili, who was hesitating whether to look for the old man, was suddenly interrupted by a few beams of light surging towards him.
It carried the old man’s presence and an air of intense displeasure.
No need to deliberate any longer, if he doesn’t go now, the old man might just lose it.
Having such a worrisome mentor is exhausting; he really wants to send him to the Central Continent.
Moreover, there was an indistinct, ominous premonition lingering in Mu Zili’s mind.
Without further hesitation, he tore open space to reveal a Celestial Chasm, and stepped right into it...
