Infiltrating the world of cultivation

"Hey! Old Zhang, are you trying to trick me with some defective stuff? How come so many of them are just worthless stones?"

The cultivator surnamed Wu was somewhat disheartened to find that he had unearthed another empty, worthless rock.

Wang Chao still has one hundred spiritual senses left, but it would take two hundred low-grade spirit stones to open one.

"Don't talk nonsense. These raw stones of mine were all moved from the ruins of Pit Dragon. How could I be lying to anyone?"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang immediately became anxious. This was a matter of reputation; if it were ruined, no one would come to his shop to patronize him anymore.

It's not easy to run a gambling stone place like this; if people don't buy into it, there's nothing he can do.

The most important thing for a gambling jade business is its reputation. If it loses its reputation, the business is basically doomed.

So when Old Man Zhang heard what the cultivator surnamed Wu said, he immediately became anxious.

"I only have one hundred low-grade spirit stones left. How about this, one hundred low-grade spirit stones, and you want me to play again? How about it?"

The cultivator surnamed Wu's eyes lit up immediately; clearly, he was still thinking about the wonderful thing that the serfs had been liberated and were now singing songs of joy.

"That won't do; the rules can't be broken."

Old Zhang has no business acumen whatsoever; he's stubborn and inflexible.

“Fellow Daoist Wu, I happen to have a hundred low-grade spirit stones on hand. How about we combine them and open the stone together?”

Wang Chao seized the opportunity and spoke at just the right time.

"You country bumpkin, you want to gamble on jade?"

When the cultivator surnamed Wu saw Wang Chao, he saw that he was dressed in tattered clothes and had a dark complexion, looking exactly like a farmer from the countryside.

"Since you've never won anything before, why don't you give me yours and let me try? If it opens up spirit stones, we'll split it in half!"

Wang Chao observed that although his words were somewhat crude, he did not display any arrogance or overbearing manner.

"Fine, I've already lost over a thousand spirit stones today anyway. Here's a hundred spirit stones for you to broaden your horizons. Take them!"

The cultivator surnamed Wu didn't take the dynasty seriously, but he was kind-hearted. No one else would have been so kind as to give the dynasty one hundred spirit stones.

After thanking the king, Wang Chao went to the area where the raw stones were being interviewed.

Every now and then, he would pick up a piece of raw stone and examine it carefully.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Wu, your hundred spirit stones have gone down the drain. Judging from his expression, he's quite businesslike. He's probably still wondering why his spiritual sense can't see through the raw stone, right?"

Some people, seeing Wang Chao's amateurish approach, couldn't help but sigh. Wang Chao simply smiled and didn't respond further.

“I gave him spirit stones, not expecting him to be able to solve the problem, but just to broaden his horizons.”

Although the cultivator surnamed Wu spoke nonchalantly, his eyes were fixed on the dynasty, clearly indicating that he still held some hope.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, are all these raw stones permissible for selection?"

Wang Chao noticed that some of the raw stones were large and some were small, so he asked about them.

"That's right, these raw stones are all worth two hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Old Zhang responded that although he didn't think Wang Chao, a country bumpkin, could unlock any high-end spirit stones, the way he addressed Wang Chao was very proper.

Therefore, his attitude was naturally not too bad.

"Buzz!"

With his back to the crowd, Wang Chao unleashed his Fiery Eyes of Truth. A faint golden light shone in his eyes, and the raw stones became impossible to hide from him.

With his fiery eyes, Sun Wukong could see through illusions. Back then, when Sun Wukong protected Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, he used his fiery eyes to see through countless monsters along the way.

Although the Dynasty's Fiery Eyes of Truth may be somewhat different from Sun Wukong's, after all, one is the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art and the other is the Eight-Nine Mystic Art.

However, their underlying principles are similar.

After the dynasty used its discerning eyes, these raw stones became impossible to hide from its gaze.

Wang Chao could see that these raw stones became transparent in his eyes, and he could see that there were some luminous substances inside the raw stones.

Clearly, those glowing little dots are spirit stones.

If the dots are sparse, it means there are no spirit stones inside; conversely, if they are sparse, it means there are spirit stones inside.

Wang Chao looked at several in succession, but they were all very sparse.

"Fellow Daoist, based on my years of experience in gambling on stones, that small rough stone is very likely a mid-grade spirit stone!"

Some people shook their heads when they saw how quickly the dynasty was being viewed, thinking that it was just a superficial glance and a waste of a great opportunity.

As a result, many people offered suggestions to the dynasty, proclaiming themselves as seasoned experts in jade gambling.

They believe that a country bumpkin like Wang Chao should listen to their opinions, and if they don't, it's as if Wang Chao has lost a hundred million.

"Fellow Daoist, don't listen to them, just follow your own feelings."

The cultivator surnamed Wu originally wanted to offer some pointers to Wang Chao, but thinking of his own repeated defeats, he couldn't bring himself to speak and swallowed back the words he was about to utter.

"what?"

Wang Chao discovered that the orbs of light he had seen earlier were either too small or too dim.

The piece in front of us is not only brighter in color than the others, but it is also quite large.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is the one!"

Wang Chao pointed to a large raw stone and said to Old Man Zhang.

"Hey! Such a large rough stone, and the surface is so rough, how could it possibly yield spirit stones?"

Some people, upon seeing the dynasty's choice, sighed with regret; clearly, they felt it was not worth it for the dynasty.

In their view, the dynasty made a very foolish decision.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you choose another one? When it comes to gambling on stones, bigger isn't always better. There are many intricacies involved."

Some self-proclaimed experts in stone cutting came forward to advise Wang Chao, believing that his actions were a sign of being an amateur.

"Are you sure?"

Old Zhang asked the question, but in fact he was eager for Wang Chao to buy the rough stone, because it had been sitting there for a long time.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this kind of rough stone is most likely a worthless stone, and anyone with even a little knowledge would not choose it.

However, it is quite obvious that Wang Chao is an amateur and is probably new to jade gambling, believing that bigger is better.

Old Zhang didn't remind Wang Chao, but simply asked him if he had made a final decision.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is the one!"

Wang Chao's eyes were firm; he trusted his keen eyes and knew he couldn't be wrong.