Su Ziling

Wang Chen was no indiscriminately good person.

But ever since crossing over and living through two worlds, no matter how hard and rough the road had been, he had always held fast to his principles and beliefs.

There were many things Wang Chen would not deliberately go out of his way to do.

But if he encountered them, he would not turn a blind eye or coldly stand by as a spectator when they lay within his ability to handle.

Three thousand Spirit Stones was all it was.

He would treat it as accumulating virtue and good deeds to add to his luck!

After paying the middle-aged cultivator three thousand Spirit Stones, Wang Chen received a Dao pact tantamount to a deed of sale.

With this Dao pact, Zi Ling belonged to Wang Chen from this day onward. Her property, life, and fate were all in his hands.

She no longer had any ties whatsoever to her gambling-addict father!

It was only through this Dao pact that Wang Chen learned the girl's surname was Su and that she was merely seventeen this year.

Throughout the entire "transaction," Su Ziling, the person directly concerned, did not say a single word or offer any resistance. With a numb expression, she signed the deed selling herself.

And before the three thousand Spirit Stones her father had just received had even warmed in his hands, the people from the gambling house beside them snatched them away.

"Leave me some, at least five hundred."

The middle-aged cultivator smiled ingratiatingly and shamelessly begged, "Give me a little, any amount will do. Three hundred would be fine!"

"Scram!"

The gambling house people showed him no courtesy at all, directly driving him out. "The remaining Spirit Stones must be repaid by the end of the month, or you