Underground Soul Fighting Casino

After half an hour of travel, Ye Que and his two companions followed Guangyu Douluo into the underground city of Tiandou City.

This place was a completely different scene from Tiandou City above, perhaps even comparable to the Slaughter City of ten thousand years ago; one could see soul masters lying flat everywhere, along with people rummaging through trash cans for food.

Any normal-looking person they encountered, much like Ye Que and his group, had their faces covered with black cloth as they headed toward the massive bunker at the end of the main thoroughfare.

While this place possessed the same types of buildings as Tiandou City, the only unfortunate lack was a guard force to maintain order.

Ye Que furrowed his brows, a sense of discomfort rising in his heart.

As an Angel soul master, he was naturally repulsed by these decadent auras.

Yu Mengdi also felt uncomfortable, but she remained silent.

Ye Wuqing looked around, feeling a hint of curiosity, as he had only ever heard of the Underground Tiandou City and had never actually been here before.

Walking beside them, Guangyu Douluo spoke: "As you can see, the Underground Tiandou City is where these soul masters scrape by. Behind the glamorous Tiandou City lies a group of soul masters struggling at the bottom; they haven't been cultivated by any faction and are forced to roam the streets, yet they have gained their freedom because of it."

"Over time, these unstable elements became a major headache for the Tiandou Imperial Family. The royal family couldn't create a faction like Martial Soul Hall to centralize and manage these soul masters."

"In the end, they came up with a method: developing 'tittytainment' culture."

"The origin of this culture is that when infants cry, parents are distressed, but they eventually discover that giving the infant a pacifier satisfies the infant's mental needs and the parents' need for peace."

"The royal family utilized this culture to open soul master arenas, casinos, and various entertainment facilities underground, satisfying every need of the bottom-tier soul masters, and thus these unstable elements were finally stabilized."

Hearing Guangyu Douluo explain it this way, Ye Que and the others finally understood why Tiandou City appeared so bright and beautiful while hiding such a different scene beneath the surface.

In this light, these people couldn't exactly be called fallen; they simply lacked the ability to transcend their social class.

Ye Que glanced at the soul masters on the street, thinking of his own days spent fleeing from place to place.

What difference was there between these people and his former self?

Under the rule of the aristocratic class, the number of wretched people only continued to grow.

His resolve to rebuild Martial Soul Hall grew even firmer.

If he could gather these people, divide them according to their different professions, and provide them with adequate living conditions, the continent would develop much faster instead of constantly draining the blood of the lowest-tier soul masters.

Yu Mengdi shared the same thoughts as Ye Que.

If only Martial Soul Hall still existed; with sufficient soul master subsidies, the bottom-tier soul masters wouldn't have to suffer so bitterly...

Shortly after, the group arrived at a massive bunker, and the hostess at the entrance immediately led them inside.

Before Ye Que's group had even entered the main arena, they heard cheers like a tsunami, along with the frantic roars of gambling addicts.

"Impossible! How could Number 32 lose? My five million Gold Soul Coins have gone down the drain..."

"Hahaha, I won! I went all-in and succeeded! A one-million principal, a ten-fold multiplier—I've made a killing, hahaha!!"

"Give me back my money, I'll never gamble again..."

"Can minors apply for a refund?"

The voices rang out one after another, leaving Ye Que and the others completely bewildered.

Was this place essentially a giant casino?

Guangyu Douluo chuckled, pointing toward the arena beneath the massive circular venue where several people were engaged in a chaotic brawl, and said, "As I said before, this is a place similar to a Soul Fighting Arena, but the only difference is that there is no ranking system here, yet it is the best place to make money and gain real combat experience."

"There are several modes here: melee mode, individual combat mode, and duo combat mode."

"Once the bookmaker opens the bets, the odds fluctuate at any time. Depending on the current odds, you can place bets; the highest upset can reach twenty times the payout."

"The soul masters who come here are all desperate gamblers who come for money. Often, someone will bet on themselves, sign up to participate in a fight, and strike it rich in a single battle."

Ye Que narrowed his eyes and said, "This kind of place is indeed quite good. Only by emerging from bloody slaughter can one become a true powerhouse."

"Will there be repercussions for killing someone by accident?" Ye Wuqing asked.

Guangyu Douluo shook his head: "No, because from the moment you step in here, everyone is here to make money. You can even see traces of Evil Soul Masters from time to time; no one cares about the life or death of the combatants."

"If your strength is sufficient, you can forcibly save someone; after all, strength is king."

"With me here, your safety is guaranteed, so do your best and let loose."

"Go make money—get some more money for the academy."

At this moment, a sharp glint flashed in Ye Que's eyes.

In the fight just now, he thought he had caught a glimpse of an ominous, sinister Evil Soul Master.

"Let's go sign up. I also want to see if the soul masters here are strong."

Ye Wuqing rubbed his hands together, a faint look of pride appearing on his face as he felt full of confidence in his own strength.

He would prove to them in a moment what the combat power of a high-level five-ring Soul King truly meant.

If he couldn't beat Ye Que, that was purely because he was being countered, but against these desperate gamblers, he would never show mercy.

Ye Que and Yu Mengdi exchanged a glance, then turned away from the main arena to head toward the registration desk.

Soon, the group passed through several corridors and arrived in a large hall.

Everyone here hid their auras well, and they didn't speak when they crossed paths; only the staff of the Soul Fighting Casino greeted them with smiles.

Ye Que walked up to the registration desk and said, "Process our paperwork."

The beautiful receptionist smiled radiantly and said, "Lord Soul Master, just provide your name, Martial Soul, and Soul Power Level, and you will receive your qualification to compete in our casino. Once registered, you are free to participate in any battle mode."

"Oh, and by the way, it is best not to use your real name."

Ye Que replied without hesitation, "Tang Yin, Martial Soul Clear Sky Hammer, Level 48 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor."

Upon hearing the words 'Clear Sky Hammer', the beautiful staff member could not help but be stunned for quite a while.

The Clear Sky Sect had not emerged from seclusion for hundreds of years, yet today, she had actually encountered someone from the sect here.

However, her shock was fleeting; she quickly registered Tang Yin's combat qualification and handed a Soul Tool identification badge to Ye Que.

As long as he presented this Soul Tool at the Soul Fighting Casino, Ye Que would be Tang Yin.

Following this, Ye Wuqing spoke up, "Ye Wuque, Golden Leaf Martial Soul, Level 56 Power Attack System Battle Soul King."

"Little Yuzi, Holy Angel Martial Soul, Level 48 Power Attack System Battle Soul King," Yu Mengdi added.

With a look of sheer astonishment, the beautiful staff member finished registering the identities of the group.

It was not until Tang Yin and the others left the hall that the beautiful staff member finally shifted her gaze, her eyes still filled with disbelief.

The Clear Sky Hammer and the Holy Angel Martial Soul—how could the possessors of these two Martial Souls become friends?

Forget it, it was better not to dwell on it too much.

On the other side, after obtaining their combat qualifications, Ye Que and his group arrived at the main venue and found seats to sit down.

At that moment, a battle between Soul Kings was taking place in the arena, and the odds for both sides were neck and neck, mere 'mosquito legs' at 1.3 times the payout.

Despite the meager returns, the cheers were still like a tsunami.

After watching for a good while, Ye Que stood up, left his seat, and walked toward the one-on-one passage, saying, "I'm going to test the waters with the first match. You two watch the odds and place your bets; remember to give me a cut if you make money."

Ye Wuqing and Yu Mengdi exchanged glances, realizing that an opportunity to strike it rich had arrived.

When a newcomer like Ye Que participated in a battle for the first time, especially against a veteran expert, it was the easiest scenario for an upset to occur.

Either he would be so overwhelmingly strong that he would cause a massive upset and fill their pockets, or he would fail miserably and disappoint the gamblers.