With a Saber in His Palm, a Saint Before Men! Knife Mountain Stance Reaches Minor Accomplishment, Possibility of the Primordial Dao Talisman Upgrading?

A gambling den on West Street, under Tiger Leopard Hall's jurisdiction.

A long square table of dark red wood was divided into four sections—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. A crowd packed around it, and every so often, someone tossed a handful of silver onto the table.

Among them, Yang Yan sat with the swagger of a great general, one foot planted atop a low stool. Smiling, he looked at the fifty taels of silver on the Azure Dragon section and swept out his hand.

"Open!"

The dealer shaking the dice immediately smiled obsequiously and gave them a few more rattles. When he uncovered the cup, he shouted at once:

"Two eyes gaze upon the blue heavens! Twelve points, opens to four—Great Dragon, Master Yang!"

"You've won again!"

With that, he looked on as Yang Yan burst into laughter, scooping up the silver in one sweep and casting him an approving glance.

At the same time, several brocade-clad figures nearby wore shifting expressions, while a plainly dressed man looked as though his heart had turned to ashes.

"N-No, again!"

Suddenly, a simply dressed man, sweat beading on his brow as he clenched his teeth, slapped the table. But he had no more gambling money to put down.

Yang Yan only laughed. Rather than throwing him out, he waved a hand.

"Come, write an IOU. This ingot is yours."

After tossing the man a silver ingot, Yang Yan gave Zhang Shi Yao at his side a look.

Understanding at once, Zhang Shi Yao summoned two Toughening Tendons Realm martial artists and drew up an agreement with compounding interest. The man gritted his teeth, but unable to resist the temptation of turning his fortunes around, he shut his eyes, hardened his heart, and pressed his mark onto it.

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