Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 627: Chapter 570: Gamblers with Bad Luck Never End Well

Unluckily, Han Yu really felt that the old Taoist was out to mess with him.

Two men playing strip poker, nothing wrong with that?

If I wanted to play, I’d at least find a female cultivator, not a sneaky old geezer like you who loves cheating.

In his eyes, cultivating was about words turning into law, yet deceiving people by using gambling to Enter the Dao?

Definitely seemed pretentious, and he would never step out and let the old man slap him in the face.

Nor would he bark to give him an opening.

However, half a two-hour later.

"Strip!"

The old Taoist rubbed his hands together gleefully, and he wasn’t anticipating Han Yu’s clothes but rather his own win.

"Fall within six steps" was his new wager, and he had won again.

Naturally, he couldn’t help but point at Han Yu and blurted out, "Fall within six steps."

After removing his outer robe with resignation, Han Yu tried his best to play along, although it was more like giving up, just taking a few steps and waiting to fall. fгeewebnovёl.com

This was not his wish, but something he had no choice but to do.

Just half a two-hour ago, the old Taoist had laid two choices before him.

Either win against him and leave.

Or else...

"You don’t think I’d keep you here without reason, do you?"

"You’ve disrupted my cultivation; now you must help me cultivate."

This was indeed the old Taoist’s original words, so was this his reason for holding on to him?

"He wants to use you for cultivation."

The Artifact Spirit had clearly noticed the hint, especially from the betting terms going from seven steps to six, indicating a gradual progression.

"Doesn’t that mean that the so-called words of law are something he gambled for, step by step, like this?"

Han Yu was immediately astonished, especially thinking about achieving words of law in everything, and wondering if that meant gambling and cultivating for everything.

"Most likely, yes."

The Artifact Spirit responded with certainty.

Insane, who the heck would cultivate such tedious stuff?

It’s like asking for trouble.

Though he couldn’t see the Artifact Spirit’s expression within the Sea of Consciousness, he could hear the tsk-tsk sound of its response.

"It’s different. Even if initially he might’ve gambled with someone to fall within a hundred or a thousand steps, as long as he persisted, his power would grow, just like now..."

"Now he can make you fall within six steps."

Similarly, if it were a bet with lethal terms, if he can accomplish it, the old Taoist could become incredibly formidable.

Han Yu imagined the scene where just a word from the other could severely wound or even kill him, sending shivers down his spine.

"So, does that mean no one in this world could deal with him?"

Yet the Artifact Spirit overturned its previous statement because it was too exaggerated. If it were true, having words become law would be tantamount to the Heavenly Dao.

"There’d surely be many limitations, not just the difficulty in cultivating. There’d also be numerous constraints, and destroying things wouldn’t come easily to him or be easily cultivated."

There are many such things, like creating something from nothing or violating the rules of the Heavenly Dao that could prevent him from cultivating.

"Again, again."

The old Taoist was urging him on again, and Han Yu looked at his own thin undershirt and couldn’t help but feel a chill.

Again?

One more time and he’d really be stripped bare!

"You can’t refuse, you can only convince yourself to enjoy it."

The Artifact Spirit said gloatingly.

Yes, Han Yu really couldn’t refuse, he couldn’t beat him, and he couldn’t escape.

The old Taoist could easily control him.

As he said, either win against him, or cultivate with him.

"You better give up! The betting itself benefits him, you can’t win."

From his experiences, once a bet started, a force binding the result would emerge.

Not only to create a gambling environment but to turn the bet into only two options: success or failure.

Since it’s his cultivation, perhaps his benefiting factor is greater. Simply put, in the bet, his luck should be better than the gambler.

Han Yu listened silently to the Artifact Spirit’s words, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

When it comes to strength, he truly couldn’t handle it, but if it’s about luck, then he perked up.

"Do you think my luck could affect him?"

Han Yu’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the old Taoist.

Then came the Artifact Spirit’s exasperated words, "You have the luck of a fart."

In terms of luck, Han Yu was basically out of luck, didn’t he know? freewebnσvel.cѳm

"I mean my ill luck."

The Sea of Consciousness was full of Han Yu’s mischievous laughter.

"What do you plan to do?"

The Artifact Spirit suddenly became curious, and Han Yu rubbed his hands like the old Taoist, grinning broadly.

Don’t they all call me the Plague God?

If I can’t make my luck good, can’t I at least make others unlucky with me?

"I want to teach him a lesson, a gambling dog has no good end!"

That’s what Han Yu thought, and that’s what he did.

With three steps turned into two, he suddenly stepped forward and started feeling up the old Taoist’s arms, making the old man break out in goosebumps and give him a strange look.

"I’m telling you, this kind of behavior isn’t tolerated here. This crooked trend will get you beaten to death here."

Han Yu shrugged, let go, stepped back, and tugged his thin undercoat, then said.

"I made a bet."

At worst, if he lost, he’d take off his shoes.

Without thinking, the old Taoist blurted out.

"I bet you’ll fall within five steps."

As long as he kept winning, the ultimate result would be immensely powerful. The old Taoist thought of pointing at someone and having them drop, feeling thoroughly pleased.

Once all these seemingly strange things reach their peak, they’ll become unique.

When Han Yu set off again, that mysterious force indeed engulfed the two.

The first step landed, and Han Yu was fine.

The second step landed, steady as a rock.

On the third step, change finally appeared.

That almost cheating force began to act on him, but it just budged slightly before inexplicably retracting, seemingly unwilling to help.

The fourth step, Han Yu’s body remained stable.

Then came the crucial step.

When this step was taken, his heart wavered. Who knew if his bad luck was working?

But when he cautiously lowered his foot, nothing happened.

Thud!

The sound of his foot landing was soft, yet it struck the old Taoist’s core.

His expression changed, had he lost?

Han Yu’s expression was indescribably wonderful, showing relief and some resentment.

The relief was winning and being free.

But the resentment, it confirmed he’d personally proven his Plague God identity.

Truly damnable, bringing misfortune to others!

"Farewell, senior!"

Han Yu beamed, clasping his hands as he prepared to leave.

"Hold it!"

Before he moved, an invisible force blocked him?

Han Yu turned back, face scrunched, "Senior, are you going back on your word?"

The old Taoist blushed slightly but quickly returned to normal, speaking with conviction, "I only said I’d release you after you deliver the message, wait here for Mu Zili."

Han Yu was dumbfounded, but it did seem the old man mentioned it beforehand.

Then, shamelessly, the old Taoist continued, "Besides, you only won the right to put your clothes back on, not the whole bet!"

Seriously?

Han Yu was defeated by the old Taoist’s shamelessness.

Gambling addicts truly are the same, losing and refusing to let people go.

"Continue betting, this time, I bet you’ll fall within four steps!"