Yang Lingrui had never been to a place like this in all his life. Finding everything novel and interesting, he walked in for a look.
"Is there anything the Immortal Master would like to play? One round is only ten Spirit Crystals."
"Yes, Immortal Master. Just give it a try."
The moment he entered, several lovely maidservants came forward to greet him.
Yang Lingrui had indeed wanted to try at first, but upon hearing that a single round cost ten Spirit Crystals, he instantly came to his senses and dismissed the thought.
Ten Spirit Crystals were what his family ancestor could earn only after risking life and limb for a month on the Eastern Region border.
Though he was indeed flush with Spirit Crystals at the moment, that was only because of Su Lingyun's handout.
Had Su Lingyun not mistaken the Immortal Venerable's methods for the work of another faction, there would never have been this windfall.
There would be many places in the future where the family needed Spirit Crystals. They absolutely could not be squandered on such places of entertainment and pleasure.
Yang Lingrui steeled his heart and gave his head a hard shake.
"No. I'll just have a look around."
Upon hearing this, the maidservants scattered in the blink of an eye and went to charm other patrons.
Yang Lingrui slowly browsed the place, examining each stall one by one.
He saw cultivators who had won flush red with excitement, those who had lost beating their chests and stamping their feet, and even some who, driven frantic by their losses, tried to smash up the place, only to be knocked down and dragged away by cultivators from the Immortal Patrol Division.
After looking around, Yang Lingrui's greatest impression was that this path truly harmed people. In the