Thousand Souls Gambling Saint

Song Qianhun's offer was approaching 50 million, and Jin Shunying couldn't hold on any longer; she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She raised her hand and said, "Four thousand seven hundred and fifteen."

This was the final price she could accept. Even if it wasn't her money, she couldn't come up with a higher number, otherwise she would lose her mind.

Song Qianhun raised his hand again. "Six thousand."

Jin Shunying scratched her hair and smiled.

He didn't even mention 50 million, he went straight to 60 million.

The boss did instruct her to take the photos no matter what.

The boss did indeed tell her not to look back easily.

But this time she had to take a look; she truly felt that her mind was in trouble.

She needed to confirm her boss's attitude, or at least whether his mental state was still normal.

If the boss goes crazy first and then denies everything, and the person who made the offer is Jin Shunying, her life will completely collapse.

Jin Shunying slowly turned her head and stared at Li Banfeng's seat for a long time.

Where's the boss?

Where did the boss go?

Where did the boss go?

Jin Shunying trembled all over and almost cried out.

He's gone, what should I do?

Where am I supposed to get 60 million?

Wouldn't that ruin my life?

On stage, the host Chi Huiyi, shouted loudly, "Sixty million once!"

Jin Shunying's vision was blurred and she was having difficulty breathing.

"Sixty million twice!"

Jin Shunying felt like her scalp was about to split open, and she pulled out a lock of her hair.

"Sixty million three times!"

Jin Shunying closed her eyes, feeling as if she had fallen into an endless abyss.

"Congratulations, sir! Please serve your food!"

Gentlemen?

Why do you call me sir?

Jin Shunying looked up and realized something.

The offer of 60 million wasn't hers, it was the man behind her.

They spent 60 million to buy things, what does it have to do with me?

Under intense stress, Jin Shunying experienced cognitive biases and nearly scared herself to death.

Seeing that the Wounded Demon Fiend had been completed, Jin Shunying breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from her shoulders.

If the boss asks later, I'll tell the truth: I was so scared that I didn't dare to quote a price anymore. If he gets angry, he can hit me. I'll accept the beating and let him hit me, but I definitely won't be fined!

While Jin Shunying was still lost in thought, Chu Zikai, carrying the spirit of Shui Yongquan, came to Song Qianhun's side. The two were to go to the side hall outside the door to settle the money and goods transaction according to the rules.

With such a large sum of money and such a big business deal, the blond old man responsible for protecting Chu Zikai naturally had to go along as well.

Tonight, a deal worth 60 million was closed. The owner of the dance hall Chi Huiyi, was also very excited. According to the rules, she would receive a considerable commission.

Seeing Song Qianhun slowly get up, walking very slowly, Chi Huiyi didn't dare to urge him. After all, this was a big shot who had offered 60 million, and she couldn't afford to offend him.

Song Qianhun looked back every few steps, clearly hesitant as he walked.

He wasn't hesitating because of the 60 million; he was worried about the remaining dishes.

Li Qi agreed that the main dish absolutely could not be served.

Only after Song Qianhun left the dance floor did Chi Huiyi continue serving the dishes, "The grand finale, cooked by the restaurant owner!"

Chang Shigui, the owner of the Incense Shop, solemnly carried the box to the center of the dance floor.

Having spent his entire life in business, today was the most important day for Chang Shigui, before the grand banquet began.

Chang Shigui knelt before the god's trousers and prayed for two whole hours. He had rehearsed every word of what he was going to say on stage today dozens of times.

Now, standing before everyone, he adjusted his breathing slightly and said in a deep voice, "The dish I brought today is from the master—"

"I'll buy it!" Li Banfeng raised his hand.

Before Chang Shigui could finish his sentence, Li Banfeng said he would buy it.

Chi Huiyi smiled and said, "Please don't be in such a hurry, sir. Let the chef cook for you first, then I'll ask for your reward!"

"I don't need to cook; I'll definitely buy this dish no matter what its quality is!"

Chi Huiyi said, "If you want to buy it, you have to wait for the shopkeeper to quote a price."

"No matter the price, I have to buy it."

Chang Shigui said, "Please wait a moment, let me finish describing the dishes."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What do you mean? Isn't today a big banquet? I've ordered the food, aren't you going to serve it?"

Chi Huiyi was stunned, and Chang Shigui couldn't understand it either. At the banquet, the highest bidder always won, so why were there extra dishes?

The surrounding guests were talking amongst themselves, some even laughing at Li Banfeng for not knowing the proper etiquette.

"Is this person's first time attending such a grand banquet?"

"Who does he think he is, buying things just because he wants?"

"He's probably some nouveau riche from somewhere, used to running wild, and now he's here to make a fool of himself."

Jin Shunying had expected the boss to go crazy, but she didn't expect him to go crazy right before the banquet ended. Was it because I didn't take a picture of the Wounded Demon Fiend that the boss got angry?

Will he punish me severely afterwards?

He can hit me however he wants, but he absolutely cannot fine me.

Li Banfeng looked at Chang Shigui and said, "I'll just ask you one question: are you selling or not?"

Chi Huiyi's smile vanished; she was also angry. "Sir, we have our rules. Since you've come to eat at our table, you have to follow our rules."

"Why are you making so many rules?" Li Banfeng shouted. "Are you selling or not?"

Chi Huiyi raised an eyebrow. "You're deliberately here to cause trouble!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of Dark Energy User rushed out from all around the dance floor.

Chi Huiyi is no ordinary person for daring to hold a banquet here, and this is not the first time she has dealt with troublemakers.

She wanted to give Li Banfeng a warning, but Li Banfeng was even angrier than her. "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! You won't sell, huh? I don't want to pay you either!"

After saying that, Li Banfeng went to the center of the dance floor and snatched the box from Chang Shigui's hand.

Chang Shigui remained silent for a long time. Li Banfeng's movements were so fast that Chi Huiyi didn't even have time to react.

By the time she realized what was happening, Li Banfeng had already grabbed the wooden box, picked up Jin Shunying, and rushed to the dance floor exit.

A group of guests watched with wide eyes. They were all knowledgeable people who never expected to see such a scene at a grand banquet. If it weren't for the fact that cell phones were not allowed here, they would have loved to take pictures of it.

"Stop him!" Chi Huiyi roared. "How dare you rob me in my place? Don't you even know who I Chi Huiyi, am?"

Grab him and beat him to death! I'll take responsibility if someone dies. Ladies and gentlemen, look closely!

"That's just my temper, Chi Huiyi. If someone tries to cause trouble on my turf today, I definitely can't... I can't... I can't make him leave—"

Chi Huiyi's voice grew softer and softer.

She discovered that the man had not run away.

Li Banfeng simply escorted Jin Shunying off the dance floor, but he himself had no intention of leaving; he was eager to test his skills against Chi Huiyi's bodyguards.

There are a total of thirty-five guards in Chi Huiyi's dance hall, all of whom are quite famous and skilled.

In the blink of an eye, Li Banfeng had taken down thirty-three, leaving two behind.

The two guards retreated behind Chi Huiyi, pointing at Chi Huiyi and saying, "Don't hit us, we'll listen to her."

Li Banfeng looked at Chi Huiyi and asked with a smile, "They all listen to you, so it's because you don't want me to leave?"

Chi Huiyi pursed her lips. "Well, you're already here, and now you're suddenly saying you're leaving, I was thinking of seeing you off—"

"Sure, you can see me off later." Li Banfeng first put Chi Huiyi aside, then used the Cut Path Opening Road to clear a way towards the side hall.

In the side hall, Chu Zikai was discussing business with Song Qianhun: "Sir, you've offered 60 million. How do you plan to pay us? By check or bank transfer?"

After a moment's thought, Song Qianhun said, "I intend to renege on the debt."

Chu Zikai was taken aback. "I don't understand."

Song Qianhun said, "What's so hard to understand? I just don't intend to pay and I'm taking the Shui Yongquan with me."

After saying that, Song Qianhun grabbed Shui Yongquan and turned to leave.

"Squeak!" Chu Zikai let out a sharp cry, and the sound wave shot towards Song Qianhun like an arrow.

Without turning his head, Song Qianhun had three ghost Ghost Servant guarding behind him, who roared at Chu Zikai Song Qianhun.

"Whoosh!"

The roar and the sharp whistling sound clashed, startling Chu Zikai. He hadn't expected Song Qianhun to have such a powerful voice-cultivating Ghost Servant.

The blond man shook his head repeatedly at Song Qianhun: "I've never seen such a powerful psychic in Outer State."

You must be from Pro State, right?

Pro State is a barbaric and ignorant place. Their only redeeming quality is their respect for contracts, but I never expected you to lack even that, openly violating the contract at an auction.

As he spoke, a thick brick wall reappeared in front of Song Qianhun, blocking his way.

Song Qianhun turned to look at the blond man. "Are you an engineer?"

The blond man laughed and said, "This is none of your business. I don't need to answer your questions. What you need to do is keep your promise and hand over the sixty million to us immediately."

Song Qianhun shook his head and said, "I can't give you 60 million all at once. First, tell me what sect you belong to, and I'll give you 60 yuan. Then, if you kowtow to me, I'll give you another 60 yuan. I'm talking about Huan Country Notes, not silver dollars."

The blond man sighed, "Your naiveté and stupidity disappoint me greatly. The only reason you're making these outrageous provocations here is because you have a seemingly formidable accomplice."

This helper is a Travel Cultivator named Li Qi. He has a high status in Pro State and Outer State, but how much help do you think he can provide?

I saw you whispering to each other right under the dance floor, and now that things are chaotic inside, I can hear some of that too. Is this your battle plan? If Li Qi really shows up here, do you think he can leave alive?

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall behind the blond man cracked open, Li Banfeng used his skill of Cut Path Opening Road to open a passage.

As Li Banfeng rushed behind the blond man, a lump of cement suddenly fell from the sky and wrapped tightly around Li Banfeng's body.

Li Banfeng struggled desperately in the cement, and the blond man laughed, "Do you want to use the technique of passing through walls, or the technique of changing your footing?"

I can tell you with certainty that neither of these techniques will work. This isn't the first time we've met in Yanlou Village. Do you think we wouldn't have made specific preparations to counter you?

You're too naive. Now it's time for you to pay the price for your arrogance.

The blond man made a clenching motion with his right hand, a gesture that was both stylish and imposing.

The cement compressed rapidly, then solidified, crushing Li Banfeng's body.

Puff!

Blood splattered on the blond man's face; it tasted fishy and sweet.

It's understandable that it tastes fishy, but why is it so sweet?

The blond man didn't quite understand. He noticed that the blood flowing from "Li Banfeng" wasn't red, but white, with a unique fragrance.

This tastes like cantaloupe.

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "The taste isn't right, is it? What do you think of this taste?"

Puff!

The Tang Blade swung down, leaving a gash in the blond man's body, from which blood gushed out.

This time it tastes right.

The blond man covered his wound and manipulated clumps of cement-like paste to attack Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng dodged it without much difficulty; the cement wasn't moving very fast.

"Ah, ya ya ya!" Chu Zikai chanted a melody, trying to control Li Banfeng's actions.

Song Qianhun summoned five Ghost Servant to sing harmonies for Chu Zikai, completely drowning out his voice.

Having dodged a barrage of cement attacks from the blond man, Li Banfeng quickly closed in and slashed at him repeatedly.

Why use a knife? Why not use techniques?

Because Li Banfeng recognized the old man's characteristics.

This blond man was very skilled at building walls and cement. In a relatively enclosed environment, it was not appropriate to use Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers or Trample Ten Thousand Rivers to deal with such an enemy. If one was not careful, he would be stuck by the blond old man's techniques.

In this situation, using a knife is the most cost-effective method. Li Banfeng, carrying a sickle, Tang Blade, and a pendulum, kept hacking at the blond old man.

The old man was covered in wounds and wanted to use his skills, but he could never find an opening.

"Let's talk, let's talk. We can give you this Wounded Demon Fiend for free—" Under the blade, the blond old man struggled to negotiate.

Li Banfeng's blade never stopped. "Just sending Wounded Demon Fiend isn't enough, can you afford to throw your lives away?"

"My fate is against me—"

"That's non-negotiable."

Chu Zikai wanted to come and help the old man, Song Qianhun didn't give him the chance.

Song Qianhun had many martial arts practitioners under his command, all of whom were skilled with knives and could use any object they picked up as a knife.

The two sides fought fiercely, leaving behind many bricks and tiles on the ground. A dozen Ghost Servant picked up the broken bricks and tiles and surrounded Chu Zikai.

Chu Zikai changed his tone and sang his most familiar song, "Guokui".

The song "Guokui" was quite powerful. Even when Song Qianhun's five voice-cultivating Ghost Servant sang together, they couldn't withstand it. The martial arts Ghost Servant were too close to Song Qianhun, and their figures gradually blurred. Under the damage from the Sound Cultivation Technique, their souls became somewhat unstable.

Li Banfeng wanted to use his Sound Cultivation Technique to make Chu Zikai sing off-key, but the blond old man was not easy to deal with. He created a wall in a very short time and tried to escape with Chu Zikai.

Li Banfeng dared not be distracted. He passed through the wall, took his magic weapon, and continued fighting the old man.

Chu Zikai opened his throat and sang with the voices of hundreds of people, the melodies varied and the rhythms were uneven, in preparation to defeat all of Song Qianhun's Ghost Servant.

The Thread-Pulling Earring, with smoke blocking Li Banfeng's ears, could temporarily shield Li Banfeng.

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, the audience attending the banquet were suffering. Through the passage opened by Li Banfeng, everyone could hear Chu Zikai's singing.

Those with lower cultivation levels bled from both ears and fell into a coma while the song was playing.

Those with slightly higher cultivation levels went mad while listening to the song and started fighting with the people around them.

Chi Huiyi grabbed her subordinate's head and bit off a guard's ear.

Jin Shunying was lucky; Li Banfeng threw her off the dance floor before he made his move, giving her a chance to escape.

The others didn't even have the will to escape; they were all tormented to the point of near death by Chu Zikai's Sound Cultivation Technique.

But Chu Zikai's goal was not to torture them; his goal was to defeat the powerful demonic cultivator before him.

He didn't know the origin of this cultivator, but he knew that with his Thousand Sounds Soul Stealing technique, he could destroy all of a demonic cultivator's Ghost Servant.

Without the Ghost Servant, the demonic cultivators no longer pose any threat, and Chu Zikai has a sure victory in this battle.

"I am Your Guokui, even if you forget everything about me, don't forget that familiar aroma—" Chu Zikai's voice grew more and more heroic as he sang, turning a love song into a battle anthem.

Song Qianhun did not take any special measures. He released ten Ghost Servant and sang with Chu Zikai.

"Sprinkle some chopped green onions to commemorate our love story that has come to an end."

The scallions lingering on your teeth are just like your pungent sincerity!

These Ghost Servant changed the lyrics, and the changes were very evocative.

Chu Zikai was stunned for a moment. He didn't care about these people's alteration of the lyrics. What he cared about was the song's penetrating power, or more precisely, the penetrating power of its technique.

The ten Ghost Servant newly dispatched by Song Qianhun all possess Sound Cultivation Technique. Could it be that they are all voice cultivators?

How could a demonic cultivator have so many demonic Ghost Servant?

Chu Zikai increased his volume, once again drowning out the Ghost Servant's voice.

Song Qianhun dispatched another batch of Ghost Servant.

Not counting the martial arts practitioners who besieged Chu Zikai, there were fifty Ghost Servant present. All fifty Ghost Servant possessed Sound Cultivation Technique, which swallowed Chu Zikai's singing voice in the sound waves.

That's impossible.

How many Ghost Servant can a demonic cultivator control? This man summoned fifty Ghost Servant, all from the same gate, which was clearly beyond Chu Zikai's comprehension.

Song Qianhun said expressionlessly, "Big star, let's make a bet and see if my Ghost Servant is stronger, or your cultivation is stronger!"

Chu Zikai raised his voice, his singing interspersed with words. "You think you can gamble with me with just these few Ghost Servant? You overestimate yourself."

"These aren't enough?" Song Qianhun sent out another twenty voice-cultivating Ghost Servant to sing duets with Chu Zikai.

Chu Zikai almost choked on his singing; just how many audio editors did he have?

Song Qianhun said, "Isn't that enough? I have more!"

After saying that, he sent out twenty voice cultivators to continue the antiphonal singing.

Chu Zikai choked, but he didn't hear his own singing because the singing on the other side was too loud.

Song Qianhun said, "Let's gamble to the end today, nobody's leaving!"

He released twenty spirit Ghost Servant.

Song Qianhun's battle tactics were as brutal as his bidding method; he used the singing of his one hundred and ten Ghost Servant...

It completely drowned out Chu Zikai's singing.

Li Banfeng was also surprised, carefully comparing the strengths of Song Qianhun and Gui Jianchou.

Song Qianhun was still Local Earth God, Gui Jianchou's cultivation had already exceeded the scope of Local Earth God. Logically speaking, Gui Jianchou's strength was above that of Song Qianhun.

Could Gui Jianchou really bring out a hundred voice-cultivating Ghost Servant?

How many Ghost Servant does Song Qianhun actually have?

Could it be a thousand?

Despite drowning out Chu Zikai's singing, Song Qianhun did not change his tactics. He summoned another hundred or so martial arts Ghost Servant to surround and attack Chu Zikai.

The tactics were that simple, yet they really worked!

Song Qianhun has too much to lose!

Chu Zikai's Sound Cultivation Technique were completely neutralized, and he was surrounded. He had no better strategy to deal with the situation and was slashed all over by the martial arts practitioners. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he quickly lost his fighting ability.

Song Qianhun murmured, "Small bets might not be profitable, big bets never lose, and high-stakes bets never fail. Today, I'll show you what I'm really made of."

The blond old man was also injured by Li Banfeng, and seriously so. In this situation, he had no choice but to use all the blessings bestowed upon him by the gods and employ his most powerful means.

He used a knife to cut off his left hand from his shoulder down.

The arm fell to the ground and instantly turned into a clump of mud.

This is a sacrificial ritual; Li Banfeng had seen similar methods in the files of the Dark Star Bureau.

The silt accumulated layer upon layer, quickly transforming into a dark blue-green castle.

Despite being described as a real castle, it seems a bit small, only two meters high and five meters wide, with a depth of about three meters.

But calling this a model is a bit too ambitious.

Moreover, this was definitely not Illusion Technique; the enormous castle burst through the entire side hall and slowly began to burst through the roof of the ballroom.

The castle lowered the drawbridge, opened the gates, and a surge of power poured out.

Li Banfeng and Chu Zikai retreated simultaneously. Although they did not receive any warning about the techniques for Auspiciousness and Avoiding Calamity, this was a master's instinct for risk avoidance.

This force failed to absorb Li Banfeng and Song Qianhun, but it absorbed Chu Zikai and the blond old man as well.

Li Banfeng wanted to chase after them into the castle, Song Qianhun stopped him. "Don't be reckless. This castle is too eerie. If we go inside, we'll definitely suffer."

Li Banfeng gradually sensed the danger within the castle, but he didn't want to let Chu Zikai go.

He was still thinking about how to break into the castle when the castle closed its gates and raised a drawbridge, with layers of flames protecting the walls.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the city wall began to harden slowly.

Song Qianhun realized their intentions. "They're trying to escape!"

Li Banfeng took out Music Box and played a Western lullaby from the last century. The gentle melody, combined with the Music Box's unique tone, slowly extinguished the flames around the city wall, and the hardening process of the wall quickly slowed down.

This was Sleep Cultivator technique. The Music Box couldn't put Chu Zikai and the blond old man to sleep, but it successfully put the mud castle to sleep.

At the same time, Song Qianhun dispatched thirty construction puppets, who are currently dismantling the castle; a section of the northern wall has already been completely demolished.

The blond old man guarding the castle hoped it would awaken as soon as possible, but he couldn't do it alone. "Child, you have to help me. We have to help this castle move together."

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Chu Zikai said with difficulty, "How can I help you? I don't know how to move this castle."

"You don't need to know the method. You just need to do one thing for me: concentrate your mind and use your will to help this castle escape the control of the Sleeper."

Chu Zikai tried to concentrate, but as his blood flowed out, his thoughts became increasingly scattered, and he gradually fell into a semi-comatose state.

In this way, he was unable to offer the blond old man any help.

Under Song Qianhun's control, the Ghost Servant had dug through half of the castle, and Chu Zikai's figure appeared from inside the castle.

The blond old man whispered in Chu Zikai's ear, "Goodbye, child."

The castle broke in two; one piece remained in place, while the other suddenly disappeared.

The blond old man concentrated all his power on half of the castle, which greatly increased the castle's movement speed.

After such a long period of exploration, Li Banfeng came to a conclusion: whether in Pro State or Outer State, nothing can simply disappear into thin air.

Disappearance, in this context, refers to something that is visually invisible. There are many reasons for this, such as the use of optical illusions.

It could be because the other party is moving incredibly fast, beyond the range of visual perception, or it could be because the other party has entered Stealth Space or even Dark Dimension Space.

Li Banfeng scanned the area with his Golden Eyes Autumn Down and saw no castle, which basically ruled out the possibility that the other party was using a trick.

As for the fact that the other party was particularly fast, that's not true. This castle is a physical entity, and such a large, physical object moving at high speed would definitely have a serious impact on the surrounding things. The most direct manifestation of this would be that it would knock down buildings along the way.

Since it's neither a trick nor a matter of speed, it proves they've hidden in some space.

Li Banfeng wanted to use the bowl from the Green Water Bow to examine it, but the timing wasn't right, Song Qianhun was still there.

He dragged the unconscious Chu Zikai out of half of the castle, took a pill from the Ghost Servant, and stuffed it into Chu Zikai's mouth.

After swallowing the pill, Chu Zikai quickly regained consciousness, but he could not use any techniques, and his body could only move within a small range.

On the dance floor, many guests were still wrestling with each other, the lingering effects of the Sound Cultivation Technique had not yet dissipated.

Li Banfeng withdrew his technique of Cut Path Opening Road, and the wall between the side hall and the dance floor "healed," the passage disappearing.

Song Qianhun dragged Chu Zikai in front of Li Banfeng: "Do you want this person?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Yes, I came here specifically for him."

"Since you want it, let's settle this with cash on delivery." Song Qianhun extended his hand towards Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng didn't quite understand, and politely said, "Senior, please name your price."

"Don't play dumb!" Song Qianhun roared. "Where are my things?"

Li Banfeng then realized that Song Qianhun didn't want money, he wanted the pants.

He quickly took out his trousers from his pocket and handed them to Song Qianhun: "Do you still want that box?"

Song Qianhun shook his head and said, "We don't need the box. I'll give Boss Chang some compensation later; he's had a tough time too."

As she spoke, Song Qianhun looked at the Shui Yongquan and sighed, "How did it end up like this?"

Li Banfeng said, "He used the technique of Mind Cleansing Thought Washing to erase his memories. I don't know if he can be saved."

Song Qianhun untied the iron chains binding Shui Yongquan. Freed from his restraints, Shui Yongquan instinctively moved his joints.

"There's still a way," this one action gave Song Qianhun some hope. "It wasn't washed that clean, so there should still be a way to get it back. Old Shui is a smart man; he should have left himself a way out."

"If I can regain my memories, can I also regain my cultivation level?"

"There is a chance, but—" Song Qianhun was silent for a moment, but didn't say what he wanted to say directly.

Li Banfeng asked, "Are you worried that the Shui Yongquan might harm you?"

"It's not so much about implicating others, but you know the place called Iron Gate Fort, and you know Iron Gate Fort people here. I can't let too many people be watching me."

Li Banfeng understood what Song Qianhun meant.

Iron Gate Fort is located in a region that connects Pro State and Outer State.

The people of Iron Gate Fort are too simple and honest; the ones who are truly capable of fighting are a group of House Cultivator who have very little contact with the outside world.

If Song Qianhun wants to defend Iron Gate Fort, he must keep a low profile.

"Senior, don't worry, leave Brother Shui's matter to me. I will arrange for him to be placed in a suitable place."

Song Qianhun nodded slightly. "We do get along well, but there are still some things I can't let go of."

Li Banfeng said, "Senior, I will absolutely not reveal what happened today, nor will I reveal anything about Ku'er. If you are really worried, let's make a bet here, and I will try my best to lose to you."

Song Qianhun was not happy. "That's not a pleasant thing to say. What do you mean by trying your best to lose to me? Is that so difficult?"

Let's not gamble anymore. I genuinely believe in our connection; let's become sworn brothers.

Li Banfeng patted his chest and said, "Qianhun, I acknowledge you as my brother. From now on, I'll be your older brother!"

"Why the older brother? How old are you? I'm not kidding you, this is a proper sworn brotherhood."

"Alright, you can be the older brother then," Li Banfeng looked around, "I'm not really prepared."

Song Qianhun said, "I'm prepared; I have incense, candles, and joss paper."

The two swore an oath on the spot and became sworn brothers.

Song Qianhun left Yanlou Village with his pants in his hand, feeling much better.

Ban Zhong was somewhat puzzled. "What were you thinking? Becoming brothers with such a junior? Wouldn't people laugh their heads off if they found out?"

"Laughing at me?" Song Qianhun snorted. "Small bets might not be profitable, but big bets never lose, and I never fail at high-stakes gambles. It's good that you know this brother. Let's wait and see who the true gambling hero is!"

After Song Qianhun left, Li Banfeng took out his alms bowl and probed the surrounding Dark Dimension Space, but the bowl remained unresponsive.

Could it be Stealth Space? Perhaps we can detect it using Lao Luo's equipment.

Chu Zikai, who had been in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and prepared to unleash his technique.

Li Banfeng stepped on his mouth to shut him up, then opened the door to Portable Abode: "Save your energy, don't rush to speak, I still have a lot of things to ask you."

PS: Where should we place the Shui Yongquan?

Thank you so much, Alliance Leader sskgg, for your generous support. Salad, bow in gratitude.