Qin Guan raised an eyebrow. "Working together to fleece them?"
"Think about it. To cultivate here, they have to offer up fried chicken skewers, and each skewer costs one Primordial Soul Stone.
"Where do the Soul Stones in these people's hands come from? Most of them were brought in from outside. Chicken Elder fries chicken outside to collect Soul Stones, while the Primordial Tower runs a gambling den here. After going back and forth between the two, the Soul Stones flow right back into the Primordial Tower's hands, and they even pocket the difference."
"One, two, four, seven points—small!"
Just then, Chicken Elder lifted the bowl's cover and crisply called out the result.
"Haha, small indeed!"
Those who had bet on small grinned from ear to ear as they gathered their winnings before them.
Qin Guan stood behind the crowd. Rather than rushing to place a bet, he stayed there and watched several rounds.
He saw no sign of Chicken Elder tampering with anything. Moreover, the divine senses of those around them could not penetrate that bowl, so the outcome depended entirely on luck.
"You traded a hundred Fragrant Chicken Demons for a thousand Primordial Soul Stones before. How many do you have left now?" Lin Suisui suddenly asked.
"Ten. I used up all the rest."
As Qin Guan spoke, he took out the remaining ten Primordial Soul Stones.
Over the past half month of comprehending Dao patterns, he had consumed five or six Primordial Soul Stones every day to nourish the Divine Great Dao Tablet.
And the further he went in his comprehension, the more intensely the Divine Great Dao Tablet craved primordial qi. He had only comprehended the seventh Dao pattern so far, yet Qin Guan dared not imagine how many Primordial Soul Stones he would need later