Chapter 632: Chapter 575: Dead Hand, Pull Back Quickly
"I’ll find a way to get you out first."
Mu Zili’s words echoed in the grand hall, and Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t help showing an expression of overwhelming joy.
If it were him saying this, it would likely be boasting, but if it came from his senior brother, it was different.
In his impression, few things couldn’t be accomplished once his senior brother spoke up.
Having a senior brother around was just reliable like that.
Mu Zili’s disgruntled voice echoed in the hall once more, "Even if you flatter me in your heart, I’ll still deal with you once you’re back."
Even though Su Xiaoxiao had made no mistakes in the Celestial Dao Sect, it didn’t mean he was off the hook with him.
Going down to the mortal realm in a hurry without leaving a backup plan, and then making such a mess for him to clean up, didn’t make things easy for Mu Zili.
As a senior brother, not putting him under house arrest for a century or so would be unfair to himself.
Su Xiaoxiao naturally picked up on the underlying meaning of Mu Zili’s words and immediately complained with a miserable face full of anguish.
"Senior brother, I’m almost one thousand seven hundred years old."
If this got out, wouldn’t he be laughed at?
"Just wait for the news!"
Mu Zili didn’t want to waste any more breath with him. Since his junior brother confirmed he was safe on the other end, he had plenty of things to do.
Not just the rescue plan, but also matters over at the Yama Hall needed attention.
The former was relatively simple, but the latter wasn’t something he could handle just because he wanted to, so he still needed to make a trip to Bai Yujing!
After leaving the Divine Platform Jade, Mu Zili looked up thoughtfully at the sky, which was covered by a thick layer of clouds like a white wall.
Before long, a rainbow light shot up into the sky and disappeared into the clouds in an instant...
...
At this moment, Han Yu was repeatedly throwing himself into the old daoist’s arms, unable to help it. The old daoist’s gambling addiction had flared up again, but he didn’t want to gamble, or rather, didn’t dare to anymore.
When Mu Zili mentioned those two hundred and fifty Inquiry Stones earlier, his meaningful expression made Han Yu feel uneasy. Gamble again? By then, he’d probably lose his life attempting it.
Therefore, Han Yu couldn’t afford to gamble, but he couldn’t avoid it either.
Unfortunately, no matter where he ran, there was always a skinny figure blocking his way.
This made it look like he kept throwing himself into the other’s arms.
"Senior, let’s just wait quietly for someone to come back! I really don’t want to gamble anymore."
Already, without gambling, Han Yu could foresee that the old daoist would probably lose everything, leaving him no courage to gamble.
If there were ups and downs, it would be fine, but now the old daoist was affected by his elusive misfortune, and given their straightforward and brutal betting style, once Mu Zili returned, they might face yet another terrifying debt.
Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.
If the master and disciple duo defaulted, he wouldn’t be able to win against either of them, and he’d be doomed.
No more gambling; he would never gamble again.
"Just a few small bets, it’s better than doing nothing."
The old daoist insisted relentlessly. He had no choice; his Dao was gambling, but now there were few who dared to gamble with him.
Either it was out of respect for Mu Zili’s status that they didn’t dare to gamble with him.
Or they feared his Gambling Daoist nickname and record and wouldn’t dare gamble to death.
One could say that apart from Han Yu, there was no one else who could make him suffer losing several hundred times without ending up penniless, except for Han Yu.
As for him, he wasn’t that attached to worldly possessions. What mattered in gambling was the result; what you won was secondary.
Now having someone to help him improve his gambling Dao cultivation, how could he let go?
"Senior, be wise about it! Haven’t you noticed your exceptionally bad luck? You shouldn’t gamble anymore,"
Han Yu waved his hand with a bitter face, almost telling the other that he had already cursed him with bad luck: every gamble would lose.
The old daoist naturally didn’t believe in luck, "As cultivators, one’s destiny is in their own hands, not the heavens!"
He spoke with conviction, but Han Yu’s mouth twitched.
If it weren’t for the debt of those two hundred and fifty Inquiry Stones, he might have believed him.
Misfortune above, leaving no room for people!
Han Yu was getting desperate from the pestering, his miserable expression suddenly lit up, and the next moment he was all smiles.
"Senior, how about I give you a pill, so you can calm down, and we stop gambling?"
The pill had just been freshly refined by Ping, and due to the mist, it had gone unnoticed until Artifact Spirit informed him.
Later, Artifact Spirit cleared a section of the mist, and only then could he see the detailed effects of the pill when it kicked it over.
Fortune Reversal Pill: When ingested, the user gains the ability to borrow luck from Heaven and Earth, with effects lasting one day each time, bringing great fortune during the period, limited to use by those above the Divine Platform Realm. Side effect: after each use, overwhelming bad luck lasts for three days.
This pill’s effect seems to have a subtle similarity with the Qi Fortune discipline, which talks about losing a year of Qi Fortune and being unlucky for three years.
One could only imagine the effect once that day of fortune ended with three days of overwhelming bad luck.
But it’s probably terrifying because Ping never uses adjectives; "great fortune" and "overwhelming bad luck" are likely two extremely exaggerated extremes.
If this type of pill was used on those who highly relied on luck, such as Pill Masters or Artifact Refiners, this class of cultivators would probably cry and demand it.
But if it ended up on a gambling addict, it also seemed a bit scary.
"You underestimate fortune. A cultivator with fortune, when breaking through realms, might not even have to face a Heart Demon,"
The Artifact Spirit suddenly spoke with a strange tone.
It suddenly wanted Han Yu to take it himself, since what Han Yu lacked most was fortune, or rather, luck.
But on second thought, with three days of overwhelming bad luck combined with his own inherent bad luck, there was a feeling something terrifying might happen.
The more it thought about it, the scarier it got. This compounded bad luck might provoke Heavenly Dao to act against Han Yu!
The Artifact Spirit hurriedly cast away this damned idea, stealthily patting its chest with lingering fear.
Luckily, it didn’t make the mistake of bringing it up to Han Yu.
The old Daoist on the other end also had a rather colorful expression on his face.
What did he just hear?
A small native from the Central Continent wanted to offer him a pill. Who was he? A dignified non-executive elder of the Celestial Dao Sect, was he short on pills?
Or rather, was he lacking those pills from the wilds of the Central Continent?
At this moment, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but then he couldn’t laugh anymore.
Because Han Yu took out the pill and described its effects right in front of him.
The expression on the old Daoist’s face became even more remarkable.
"Are you joking with me?"
His first instinct was that Han Yu was toying with him. No wonder he didn’t believe it. Who the hell could believe such a thing?
Just as they say, outsiders look at the excitement, insiders look at the intricacies.
From the perspective of a cultivator like him, this pill directly granted a cultivator a certain rule-based ability, which alone was outrageous enough.
In other words, it was equivalent to skipping the arduous years of cultivation and directly acquiring abilities.
If this pill was real, then all his years of cultivation would have been fed to the dogs?
"Senior, I’m not joking. On the other side of the Endless Sea, seniors Wushang Daoist and Wang Xingzhi have both taken my pills, you can ask them."
Han Yu spoke with full confidence.
This...
The old Daoist stared wide-eyed at Han Yu, especially because the confidence on his face made him feel quite peculiar.
"You’re really not joking with me?"
Even now, he still thought Han Yu was joking with him.
Han Yu shook his head and repeated the long-standing motto.
"I never joke about pills."
This is reputation, or you could call it the power of professionalism.
When Han Yu said this, it inexplicably gave people a sense of reliability, which was itself particularly absurd.
The old Daoist looked very peculiar, examining Han Yu up and down with an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.
If the pill was real, then this guy’s alchemy skills were simply unimaginable.
Correspondingly, his strength shouldn’t be just this.
If the pill was fake, then there was no need for him to act this way.
Contradiction, an unspeakable contradiction between the two.
The old Daoist even blatantly put this contradiction on the table, his gaze sharpening somewhat.
"There shouldn’t be such alchemy, nor should there be such a pill, it’s too contradictory."
Dealing with this kind of argument had already been refined over the years between him and the Artifact Spirit.
Don’t ask, if you ask, it’s the Dao.
"What if this is my Dao?"
Han Yu responded lightly with the terminology of the Dao.
"My pills always have effects and side effects in balance, this is my Dao, one cannot gain without pains."
The old Daoist was stunned immediately and suddenly remembered the mention of side effects.
The Divine Platform Realm is precisely the beginning of borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, and entering the Dao means beginning to touch one’s own Dao path, while walking the Dao means one already has the embryonic form of their Dao.
Borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, if applied to pills, wouldn’t that mean the pill contains the Heavenly Dao?
He can enter the Dao by gambling, achieving all sorts of unimaginable feats.
The prototype of words coming to fruition is even more bizarre, so could there be even stranger rules?
There certainly are!
This point is beyond doubt.
If Han Yu’s pill only had positive effects, his argument might not hold water.
But if there are side effects too, then it seems like something genuine.
"Could it be that the later stages of the Alchemy Dao are so promising?"
The old Daoist suddenly found himself questioning his life.
"Pay the price to gain ability, this itself aligns with the principles of Heaven and Earth. It’s not the pill or the rules that are strong, but the Heaven and Earth."
At this moment, Han Yu felt he was quite persuasive, directly attributing everything to Heaven and Earth.
This theory just happens to easily persuade such people, because they are precisely the group of people who borrow the power of Heaven and Earth.
Unknowingly, the old Daoist seemed to have accepted Han Yu’s words, his hand gradually reaching out.
Thankfully, he regained his senses at the critical moment.
Dead hand, pull back quickly for this poor Daoist.
The old Daoist controlled himself to retract his hand, and then with a bit of lingering fear, clasped his hands together.
If the pill was real, then the side effects were also real.
To use this kind of ability would mean enduring three days of overwhelming bad luck each time.
Overwhelming bad luck...
The old Daoist was indeed a bit scared.
"As cultivators, our fate should be in our own hands, not in the hands of Heaven."
Han Yu looked at the old Daoist with a mischievous smile.
That was just what the old Daoist had said earlier, and now, without a word, it had come back to strike him to his own face.
