Blood Sky City Gambling Arena

Zhang Tie's expression darkened slightly at Si Chi's words. He fixed his gaze on Si Chi and said with a trace of displeasure, "Fellow Daoist Si Chi, don't keep me in suspense. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my fists."

"Cough, cough, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you misunderstand. I was merely organizing my thoughts and wording, not doing it deliberately." Si Chi hurriedly explained, beads of sweat faintly appearing on his forehead.

Only then did Si Chi explain, "Although the Blood-Eye Bodhi Fruit offers many benefits, it is not without risks. If one's aptitude is too poor, it may even be life-threatening.

"For instance, when taken internally, there is a fifty percent chance of becoming an idiot; when used externally, one may even explode and die."

As Si Chi spoke, he gave several specific examples he knew of, trying to help Zhang Tie better understand the dangers involved.

"The exact outcome depends on the user's physical strength. However, with Fellow Daoist Zhang's body-tempering cultivation, there will certainly be no problem." He looked at Zhang Tie, his eyes carrying a trace of admiration.

"Is that all?" Zhang Tie continued asking, his brows faintly furrowed, apparently not entirely satisfied with Si Chi's answer.

"There is more. Every time the secret realm opens, there are only thirty-six Blood-Eye Bodhi Fruits, so the struggle for them is even more a matter of life and death." Si Chi lowered his voice slightly.

"But with Fellow Daoist Zhang here, this time will certainly be a sure thing." He hurriedly added, his face full of smiles.

"I can agree to cooperate with you, but I can only give you one Blood-Eye Bodhi Fruit from my share. However, whatever you seize will all belong to you. What do you think?" After pondering for a moment, Zhang Tie