Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

But since we are here, it would be best if we can get things done.

Moreover, the other party's offer was very reasonable. He didn't find any reason to refute it and just walked away in shame. This was obviously not his style.

Now there are only six demon beast inner cores left, and he does not plan to take them out for exchange. Instead, he took out 100 first-level magic weapons and 10 second-level magic weapons and placed them on the table.

He had his considerations here. The inner core of demon beasts was simply hard currency. It did not need to be exchanged for spirit stones and could be used to barter for other things.

But too many of these magic weapons had slipped out of his hands. If someone with ulterior motives discovered the clues, he would probably be in trouble for the rest of his life.

So if we only sell a small portion, like a drop in the ocean, it won’t attract anyone’s attention.

When Old Yu saw so many magical weapons, a genuine smile finally appeared on his face. He had seen many large scenes before, and although these magical weapons were numerous, they were not enough to overshadow him.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, as if these magical weapons were just another ordinary gain in his long career.

He just glanced at those first-level magic weapons and put them aside. He only took a closer look at the second-level magic weapons.

His eyes were accurate and sharp, like an experienced hunter who could easily discern the value of his prey.

Then he collected all the magical instruments, gave a reasonable price, and pushed the chips over.

Wang Qiye put all the chips into the box and walked out of the room.

His steps were firm but a little nervous, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions about the upcoming gamble.

This time, I exchanged chips worth nearly 11 spirit stones, but I don’t know how many spirit stones I can take away when I walk out of this gambling house.

When he arrived at the living room, he found that the Sixth Young Master of the Zhao Family had already arrived. After seeing Wang Qiye, he stood up and walked over. "Brother Du Ya must be an extraordinary person in the mountains. He actually exchanged more than 10 chips?"

Wang Qiye looked at the tray in his hand, which also contained about 10 chips. He had a new understanding of this dandy young man in the imperial city.

The two of them pushed open the door of the reception room side by side and returned to the hall on the second floor.

Although the gambling on the second floor is spirit stones and the number of people cannot be compared with those gambling on gold and silver, each gambling table is full of people. It can be seen that this Yongle Casino is worthy of being the largest in the imperial city.

The roof was inlaid with colorful gems, and under the bright candlelight, it shone brightly, like dreamy colors pouring down and hitting the faces of these people.

However, no one cared about such splendor, as all pairs of eyes were focused and immersed in their own gambling games.

Their eyes were fiery and crazy, as if the whole world was left with only the card table and chips in front of them.

"village!"

"idle!"

"village!"

Some people clenched their teeth, veins bulged on their foreheads, sweat flowed down their cheeks, but they didn't bother to wipe it off; some people had flushed faces, their hands trembled slightly, and they muttered to themselves, as if praying for good luck to come; and some people had dull eyes and pale faces, as if they had lost the whole world, but still refused to give up, trying in vain to find a glimmer of hope in despair.

In this noisy and frenetic atmosphere, time seems to stand still, everyone's breathing becomes rapid, and every bet is like a life-and-death battle.

The interweaving of money and desire, and the collision of reason and madness, form a thrilling painting.

Life is like a gamble, winning or losing depends on your luck...

Zhao Zihao took Wang Qiye to sit at his favorite table, which was playing blackjack.

The crowd around was bustling and noisy, but Zhao Zihao's eyes were always fixed on the familiar gambling table, as if it was his exclusive territory.

Zhao Zihao briefly explained the rules to Wang Qiye. The rules were basically the same as the old ones, with no changes.

He spoke very quickly, fearing that he would miss the gambling game that was about to begin, but every word was clear and accurate, with unquestionable certainty.

Relying on the powerful memory and thinking ability of a cultivator, Wang Qiye remembered the rules after he only said it once. Although he had never gambled before, he felt that this gambling table was not that difficult.

The ante for this table is 1000, and just like the old days, after two cards are dealt, you can double the bet before asking for a card.

At this time, a gambling game was over, and a young man in fine clothes looked up. "Mr. Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been these days?"

Zhao Zihao chuckled a few times. "It turned out to be Master Zheng. I've been to Xueyue Tower more often in recent days, so I haven't run into him again."

"The person next to you doesn't look familiar?"

"Haha, this man is a cultivator from Lingxi Valley. His name is Taoist Du Ya." Zhao Zihao said with great pride.

"Oh, Master Raven, I'm so sorry." The young master of the Zheng family quickly bowed.

Wang Qiye nodded in a pretentious manner as a return gesture.

At this time, the dealer began to deal cards, and everyone at the table was immersed in the tense and exciting gambling game, but they didn't know that danger was approaching quietly.

Zhou Tongli, who had been chasing him for nearly a year, finally caught up with him and was now right behind him.

They arrived half a month ago, but it was difficult to take action in the three city districts, so they held back.

Unexpectedly, he escaped from the three city districts today and even entered this mixed gambling house. They realized that the opportunity had come.

Wang Qiye, who was originally a little uneasy and was about to shuffle the chips in his hand before leaving, unexpectedly became addicted to this new gambling game. Now the chips in front of him have reached nearly 20 without him realizing it. This is also the reason why he is unwilling to leave.

Zhou Tongli, who had been observing the casino for a long time, thought about the retreat route again, stood up quietly, lowered his head, pretended to be a casual customer, and walked towards Wang Qiye's table.

Wang Qiye, who was in high spirits of gambling, directly bet 10,000 spirit stones this time, staring intently at the dealer dealing the cards.

When he was three steps closer, a dagger slipped from Zhou Tongli's sleeve. The hand was as fast as lightning. Wang Qiye had just sensed the murderous intent when a head flew high into the air.

Faced with the sudden attack from a fifth-realm powerhouse, this third-realm cultivator didn't even have a chance to resist before his head and body were separated.

After a successful attack, Zhou Tongli did not bother to look at the result. He directly activated the flashing talisman he carried with him and disappeared on the spot.

Because there was no need to look. In order to prevent accidents, his dagger was tempered with a fifth-level poison.

"Ah! Killed!"

Only then did screams rang out in the casino.

Zhao Zihao and Master Zheng looked at the Taoist priest from Lingxi Valley with horror. His head and body were separated. His whole body quickly turned black, and then even his muscles and bones were broken down bit by bit under the effect of the toxin, and his scalp felt numb.

Wang Qiye died.

ended his sinful life.