Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 286 Losing Two Sects, One Kasaya

After managing to cook ten thousand chickens a day.

The Thunder Sound Saint Lord didn't know how long he had stayed on the seventh floor.

All I knew was that my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.

Isn't it said that the Joyful Zen of the Hehuan School is unparalleled in the world?
No kidding, if he were in the west, three or five ordinary young women wouldn't even be able to get close to him.

Why are these fairies' moves so wild?
Putting aside the number eight's footwork, I couldn't even withstand it for half an incense stick's time.

The fairy number 24 with the succubus horns is also an expert in this craft.

The little girl, number 6, showed a look of being thoroughly played with the moment she was touched.

Fairy number 78 has a wild style.

Without saying a word, Number 12 sat down hard, almost making the Thunder Sound Saint Lord roll his eyes back.

Not
Who exactly summoned these fairies?

Regarding the question about the Holy Lord Leiyin.

These fairies simply smiled without saying a word, their unified statement being the result of receiving personal instruction from an unparalleled being.

He hunched over as he descended the second floor and bumped into the long-awaited Zen Master Wangyou.

"Fellow Daoist Wangyou, how long have I been on the second floor?"

The Zen Master Wangyou glanced at him strangely below:
"Seven whole days, how could you stand it?"

"Harmful!"

While rubbing his lower back, the Holy Lord of Thunder Sound sighed:

"Isn't it because they have a stubborn streak? They want to see who can't take it first."

"Who couldn't take it anymore first?"

Thunder Sound Saint Lord's face fell:
"I."

"Hehe, that's already pretty good. You know, the fairies of the Immortal Bath City are all elite warriors selected from the Red Powder Pavilion, and each of them has their own unique skills."

Upon hearing that they all possessed unique skills, the Thunderclap Saint Lord nodded in deep agreement:
"Indeed."

"Holy Lord, you are truly amazing. You were able to fight for so long. The last person as fierce as you was Dao Yan Holy Lord. I must say, you deserve a lot of praise."

"What's so impressive about it! We've already reached a point where our friendship is as light as water."

"That would be a huge loss, but I recommend you buy some Liuwei Shenbao tablets from Qingcheng Mountain."

Well?
Under Wangyou's guidance, Leiyin Shengzhu placed an order for two tons of Shenbao tablets.

Don't let his fierce appearance fool you.

But all of that is due to the power of the sixteen-foot golden body and the practice of the Joyful Meditation; it's all just a superficial image. Only you truly know the state of your own body.

"Alright, Fellow Daoist Wangyou, we've already wasted a lot of time. Take me to Wan San Group to see the president."

All these interesting things must be brought into his territory.

He wants it too!
He had already come up with a reason: if the president disagreed with building a similar system in the Western Regions, he would launch a cyberbullying campaign, accusing the president of discriminating against them, the Western cultivators!

They not only discriminate against them because they are unsophisticated.

They also discriminated against them because they were monks.

It's discrimination, anyway!

"Eliminating discrimination" is definitely a top-tier (T1) feature in the current version of the Heavenly Demon Realm.

"Not urgent."

"what?"

"I said there's no rush, Your Majesty. You've come all this way, shouldn't you relax and unwind? Why rush work-related matters?"

“You’re right, but I’m already too relaxed, too relaxed.”

"Hey, I have something even more exciting."

"Oh? Something even more exciting?"

The Thunder Sound Saint Lord's eyes were filled with anticipation once again.

We wandered around the alley for a long time, making many turns.

The sign for "Grand Lisboa Royal Club" comes into view.

"Is this place exciting?"

“Monks don’t lie. We’ll know once we go in and experience it for ourselves. But remember, don’t get carried away. Just have some fun and know when to stop.”

This time go in.

Lei Yin Shengzhu never came out again.

Seeking cooperation from the CEO?

He had long since forgotten about it.

It was more than half a month later when Lei Yin Shengzhu and Wangyou Zen Master came out.

At this moment, their eyes were lifeless, their faces were covered in stubble, and their clothes were sloppy; they did not resemble the deities expected of Mahayana venerable ones.

Moreover, the robe of the Thunderclap Saint Lord has disappeared.

They weren't like this when they first went in.

It's worth noting that when Wang Ergou first came, he received personal service from a fairy croupier. The Venerable Mahayana, arriving for the first time, enjoyed an even higher level of welcome. And they certainly didn't disappoint their status.

The Holy Lord of Thunder Sound directly treated all the cultivators present to a bottle of Lafite red wine.

It doesn't matter if we lose.

If you win, you tip the top dealers who are accompanying you.

Both cigarettes and alcohol must be top-quality!
Even the cigarettes and wines that were exclusively supplied to Wan San Group were obtained by Lei Yin Shengzhu through channels at great expense.

Originally, with the wealth of the Thunder Sound Saint Lord...

No matter how much you squander, you can't lose it all.

But his biggest mistake was playing Sichuan Mahjong.

Losses can easily be hundreds or thousands of times greater.

Who can bear it?
The two, who had lost everything, rubbed their bloodshot eyes and plopped down on the ground outside, not wanting to move.

"Holy Lord, how much did you borrow?"

"What about you?"

"I took out a 3000 million loan, and it's all ruined, truly ruined."

"Only 3000 million?"

The Holy Lord of Thunder clicked his tongue, seemingly lost in thought.

"Don't ask me, Holy Lord, where are you?"

"I?"

Thunderclap Saint Lord smiled sadly:
"Hehe, I didn't take out a loan. I just mortgaged two affiliated sects under the Thunder Sound Holy Land. To redeem them, it would cost 30 billion spirit stones. I'm completely ruined. I don't even know how to tell my family."

"Oh my goodness"

30 billion seems like a lot, but it's actually not that bad.

After all, almost half of the West's resources are located in the Thunder Sound Holy Land.

The only difficult issue is how the Thunder Sound Saint Lord should approach the Holy Land about this.

After all, he wasn't like Li Wanjun and Ji Ruoyao, whose personal savings were soon to be richer than the entire Holy Land.

Should we just say we lost the bet?

That would be so shameful and embarrassing.

The reason why the Thunder Sound Saint Master lost so much was ultimately because he wanted to recoup his losses and then stop, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining himself, but he ended up getting deeper and deeper into trouble.

"How do you plan to resolve your 3000 million?"

"Me? I plan to use excuses like 'training' and 'gaining experience' to send the monks of Guangji Temple to places like Fire Refining Valley and Land of Joy to work. Then I will take 20% of each monk's salary as profit. It shouldn't take long to pay it off."

Holy Lord Leiyin:
That's a good idea.

But he couldn't possibly send Western monks to work in the Heavenly Demon Domain and the Azure Ocean Domain, could he?

As for why a loan is necessary?
As a holy ruler, one cannot abuse one's power to bully others, and refuse to admit defeat no matter what.

I'm sorry, it really can't.

Putting aside the fact that this concerns their gambling practices, the number of security personnel at the Grand Lisboa Casino alone is no less than a handful.

Moreover, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord secretly sensed several familiar auras.

He is suspected to be an elder of the Yaochi Holy Land, a veteran powerhouse who participated in the war between the righteous and the demonic forces.

If they don't acknowledge it...

Putting aside whether he can gain any advantage as a lone wolf, he's already lost face completely, and from now on, everyone in the circle will know that he's a sore loser.

"Wangyou, don't move around here. I'm going home to try and get some spirit stones. We must win this back!"

"Don't!"

Wangyou immediately stopped him:

“Holy Lord, pull back from the brink! If you continue gambling like this, I’m afraid you’ll have to mortgage the Holy Land to someone else.”

"What should I do then? Am I supposed to slink back to the West and say I lost two sects gambling? Oh right, there's also a cassock; I need to redeem all of these."

indeed.

To be honest
It's really too embarrassing; I can't open my mouth at all.

"Hey? By the way, Holy Lord, weren't you supposed to be talking business with the CEO?"

"Ugh, I'm not in the mood to talk business right now."

Right now, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord is completely preoccupied with how to win back the spirit stones at the gambling table.

"That's not true! Holy Lord, you should know that any sect that cooperates with Wan San Group makes a fortune! Especially your side, which is a region waiting to be developed. With a little investment attraction and bidding, a mere 30 billion is just a pittance to you!"

"Is this true?"

"You can take Ji Ruoyao and Li Wanyun as examples. The phrase 'making a fortune every day' is not enough to describe their earning speed. I heard that they can earn hundreds of millions of spirit stones a day. Note that this is what they earn on their own. The Holy Land earns even more!"

Did you earn it yourself?

How could I possibly earn so much?

According to the Thunder Sound Saint Master's thinking, no matter how powerful a cultivator's ability to make money is, it is impossible for him to surpass that of a sect.

(End of this chapter)