No wonder Hanyu didn't dare trust that old ghost completely.
He could even pull something like this.
He was truly the founding patriarch of swindlers.
With Zhishou's hints, Hanyu gradually began to see the truth.
Whether it was the old Daoist's way of cultivating or the effects of his techniques, the more Hanyu thought about it, the more off it all seemed.
He'd once assumed the old Daoist simply possessed an unusual rule. But now that the culprit had shown up in person to explain himself, Hanyu naturally began to examine things more closely.
Anything related to gambling could only be luck.
And the old Daoist's so-called "words become law" had never actually come true.
At the very least, he couldn't use it on anyone who wasn't a cultivator.
Even those strange methods seemed oddly familiar.
Almost like the aftereffects of taking a Hexi Pill.
"So his rule isn't really all that mysterious?"
Hanyu asked.
"It's still pretty mysterious, actually."
Zhishou answered with a grave expression.
"His rule is misfortune. What I taught him was the rudimentary way to use that power, and I also gave him a small part of the rule."
"But I really didn't cheat him. That power may have held him back for thousands of years, but his cultivation wasn't wasted. Once he gets the complete rule, all that effort will benefit him immensely."
Zhishou sounded perfectly righteous, but to the man and the spirit listening, he seemed utterly shameless.
The Artifact Spirit couldn't help mocking him. "One gets to make words become law, and the other gets nothing but misfortune. Who the hell would accept that?"
"You're wrong. The rule of misfortune is powerful!"
Zhishou continued to defend himself.
"Is it as powerful as words becoming law?"
The Artifact Spirit kept sneering.
"Misfortune is a