Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 629: Chapter 572: Mu Zili

"I’ll bet on that tree again, this time I’ll go first."

All around the mountain stream, the lush forest no longer had its vibrant colors. What was once a beautiful landscape was now like it had been gnawed by dogs, stacked high with countless fallen leaves.

Especially when looking at the vast expanse of bald forest, it was simply unbearable to look at.

Yet the two culprits remained unaware and continued their betting.

Han Yu awkwardly wiped nonexistent cold sweat from his brow; he had overplayed again...

Initially, the plan was just to win him a hundred and eighty Enlightenment Stones, but now that goal had long been surpassed.

Just now, during the old Taoist’s two hundredth round of gambling, when the two hundredth tree was stripped bare, the stakes jumped to the two hundred mark.

If they kept betting, Han Yu was genuinely worried about whether the other could afford it.

Especially since the old Taoist was quite peculiar, clearly obsessed with the outcome, but showing no signs of distress.

It felt like... freёwebnovel.com

"Would he be waiting to welch?"

Han Yu muttered to himself.

Two hundred Inquiry Stones—that number was faintly alarming.

He’s more afraid that when the time came, the old Taoist might not only welch but also silence him.

"Let’s go again!"

The old Taoist’s insistence meant the two hundred and first round was coming.

Han Yu felt somewhat anxious, wanting to speak but stopping.

He truly didn’t want to win again, but the old Taoist hadn’t come to his senses, focused only on continuing the bets.

Calling him foolish wouldn’t be right, yet he managed to evade the limitation he mentioned—that no bet could be repeated.

Two hundred rounds, two hundred trees; it seemed fine.

But saying he’s smart wouldn’t fit either, as he still hasn’t figured it out after playing so far.

You’ve played the single number two hundred times.

Haven’t you noticed anything strange?

Such outrageous things happened, yet does he have no thoughts?

Han Yu silently criticized his opponent and himself.

This elusive bad luck is truly terrifying; no wonder the folks on Central Continent looked distressed when they saw him.

This kind of power is just bizarre.

And even in this situation, the old Taoist still refuses to believe.

"Let’s go again."

The old Taoist urged, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He wasn’t disbelieving; he couldn’t believe it could be this absurd.

Out of two hundred trees, all had odd-numbered leaves, leading him to suspect it might be a fixed pattern.

Thus this time, he opened first, "I bet on odd numbers."

After speaking, with a flick of his hand, a force swept lightly across the canopy, directly taking away a heap of green leaves.

After the old Taoist extended his aura, he quickly received feedback.

However...

The returned information made his face turn a ghastly green.

He really wanted to curse, especially with Han Yu beside him, occasionally showing an innocent expression, silently mocking.

Out of two hundred rounds, when he finally bet on odd numbers, it exceptionally turned up even numbers.

If he hadn’t been responsible for the action from start to finish, completely ruling out the possibility of Han Yu cheating, he would definitely have doubted.

This was also why Han Yu felt uneasy, as from beginning to end he did nothing but sit there and wait for the old Taoist to act, and wait for him to lose, while the Inquiry Stones kept flowing in.

No suspense at all; the progress was quick, taking only dozens of breaths to finish a round. To be honest, he had won excessively and fearfully.

"Senior, would you consider stopping?"

This time, Han Yu sincerely thought of the old Taoist, but was helpless as the other stubbornly insisted on continuing.

"Why all the nonsense? Let’s continue."

Han Yu laughed bitterly, having no choice but to open his mouth.

A subtle ripple shook the void, and then a figure emerged from it.

The figure surveyed the surroundings before finally settling his gaze on the two figures.

Mu Zili’s originally unpleasant expression suddenly turned dark and he stealthily rolled his eyes.

The scene before him was a mess, and amidst the chaos sat two figures, one unfamiliar, the other recognizable even if turned to ash.

He inexplicably felt a headache; if he couldn’t guess the reason for this bizarre scene, then he shouldn’t be a so-called Elder.

After a brief scan, Mu Zili suddenly found the situation incredibly odd.

Such a chaotic environment couldn’t possibly be caused by mere dozens of rounds.

So it seemed that the person gambling against his old ghost master deserved attention.

To hold this many rounds, either they had enough capital to be dragged into the gamble, or his master had been losing more than winning.

And indeed, the old Taoist only won twice throughout it all; from then on, he never won again.

The old Taoist’s chest heaved as he gasped in anger, stomping and clutching his chest.

From his urging until now, less than half a two-hour period had passed, and he had lost fifty more rounds.

Meaning he owed two hundred and fifty Inquiry Stones.

During betting, he was on a high, but awakening to reality was painful beyond breath.

"Again...again..."

The old Taoist spoke angrily, stunning both Han Yu and the person secretly spying.

The spatial aura inexplicably oppressive, Han Yu suddenly felt as if something dangerous had its eyes on him, almost unable to breathe.

The old Taoist reacted quicker, his face changing, suddenly looking guilty.

"Had enough betting?"

A voice, gentle yet impatient, sounded as Han Yu just saw a blur before a figure appeared abruptly in front of him and the old Taoist.

Han Yu couldn’t even see how the other did it, and judging by the other’s effortless demeanor, it seemed like a trivial trick.

What surprised him more was the old Taoist’s attitude, "You still know how to come looking for me?"

The implications in those words made Han Yu jump, then his expression became extremely complicated.

So this intriguing and odd strong figure was Mu Zili?

Mu Zili glared at his master irritably, then examining Han Yu closely, his aura suddenly turned cold.

An inexplicable pressure almost caused Han Yu to fall. The substantial hostility was like a blade, first causing his robe to flutter, then penetrating into his limbs and bones.

Testing!

Upon seeing Han Yu, Mu Zili immediately sensed something peculiar. He couldn’t see through Han Yu’s cultivation, nor perceive any traces of practice on him.

There were only two possibilities.

Either, Han Yu was unimaginably strong!

Or, Han Yu was a complete non-practitioner.

But here in this microcosm, there wouldn’t be a non-practitioner.

That made it interesting; Mu Zili even immediately linked Han Yu’s presence with someone from outside.

Pain!

It was the first time that Han Yu encountered someone who could make him feel extreme discomfort without even striking.

With sheer aura, it made him start feeling pain. freёweɓnovel.com

With no other option, Han Yu had to summon a sea of fire to resist this aura.

"So it is you."

Mu Zili grinned; he wasn’t mistaken. Plus with this Fire Divine Power, Han Yu’s identity was nailed.

Just as he was about to capture him immediately, the old Taoist hurriedly spoke.

"Wait a moment..."