The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 147 Who Cheated?

The burly man was overjoyed and pulled the fox toward the table, saying, "Come, come, young master, sit here."

"Wait!" The merchant by the window stepped forward and tried to dissuade him, "Young master, you mustn't! They're in cahoots—"

The men around him shoved him aside, saying, "Get out of here! Who gave you the right to interrupt?"

"Young master?" The burly man blocked the fox's view with his body. "He's had too much to drink, young master, please don't worry about him."

The fox smiled and said nothing more.

The big man diligently pulled out a stool and cleared a clean space on the table.

The fox sat down and asked curiously, "How does this game work?"

"It's very simple. Just roll these three dice. If the sum of the numbers is between eleven and seventeen, it's considered big; otherwise, it's considered small."

"If three of them are the same, it's called a leopard. In that case, whether you bet on big or small, it's a dice roll, meaning the banker wins."

The fox looked puzzled: "Why is it called a leopard and not a fox?"

The burly man placed the dice into the dice cup, shook it vigorously, and then slammed it down on the table: "Come on, young master, place your bet first."

The fox listened casually, and could tell from the sound of the impact that it was large.

The fox poured out all the money: "I'm betting everything on small."

The burly man froze, then forced a smile: "Young master, if you bet wrong, you'll have to pay double."

"It's alright, I have plenty."

After its ability to conceal its energy improved, the fox's tail could hold more things, so it placed some smooth stones in its paws and skipped them across the water when it had nothing else to do.

The burly man exchanged glances with the gamblers around him, and while the other gamblers were placing their bets, he quietly exerted force in his hand and then suddenly broke open the box.

The gamblers crowded around and cheered, "Young master has won!"

The burly man looked annoyed, reached out and pulled out a silver note, handing it to the fox: "Young master, you truly have good luck."

The fox didn't respond: "Keep betting all in, leopard."

The burly man swallowed hard. "Young master, I'll have to shake it first—"

"They're all the same."

The burly man hesitated for a moment, then hardened his heart. He had originally intended to play around with this young master for a while, but since he had placed such a large bet, he decided to close the net first.

The cup spun rapidly, making a loud clattering sound, before falling to the ground with a thud.

The burly man secretly fiddled with the numbers, adjusting them.

The fox kindly offered him a wisp of hidden energy to help him adjust.

"Young master, place your bet now." After saying this, the burly man gave the fox no time to regret it, lifted the dice cup, and then froze.

Where are my dice?

The fox looked completely innocent.

The gamblers exchanged bewildered glances, then the burly man suddenly stood up, reaching out to slam his hand on the table: "You cheated!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, three dice appeared in the fox's hand. With a flick of its finger, it flew away and hit the big man squarely on the forehead. He fell backward without uttering a sound.

The gamblers stared wide-eyed, about to say something, when they saw the silver ingots on the table being offered to them one by one.

"Ouch—" The crisp sound of impact, accompanied by cries of pain, rang out continuously.

"Who cheated? Me?" The fox stood up and looked down at the crowd.

"Hero, hero, we were wrong, please be merciful."

"Where's my winnings?" The fox pointed to the table, where the three dice bounced back after hitting each other, and the result was a leopard.

Oh no, now we've been tricked! If you have this skill, you should have said so earlier.

The gamblers were filled with resentment, but they dared not stop, taking out all the money they had.

The foxes huddled together without any politeness: "Hurry up and go to the government office to turn yourselves in and explain what happened."

The gamblers nodded repeatedly and left with bows and scrapes. They saw the fox sitting there, but he didn't look at them again. He just pulled out a pen and paper from somewhere and was writing something.

They exchanged a glance, then took off running.

The fox continued writing, then took out a magic arrow from its tail, tied the note to the arrow, and hurled it.

The group of gamblers ran two miles from the inn before daring to slow down.

"Big brother, did that young master chase after us?"

The burly man glanced back, then relaxed: "Bah! What kind of hero is he? Just a greenhorn. How naive! Does he really think we'd retire from the martial arts world?"

"Exactly, exactly," another man chimed in. "He wants us to turn ourselves in? Does he think he's some kind of county magistrate?"

Everyone burst into laughter, but before the laughter subsided, a cold glint suddenly appeared, piercing through the air.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and before they could react, they heard the big man scream in agony as he was suddenly lifted off the ground and flew straight away.

An arrow pierced his collar, pinning him firmly to the tree along with the arrow.

The gambler mustered his courage and went forward to check. He saw a note tied to the arrow shaft, the ink still wet: "Turn yourself in to the county government within three days."

If you fail to arrive by the deadline, an arrow will pierce your head.

"Tick-tock".

Everyone seemed to hear the sound of dripping water coming from somewhere.

The inn returned to quiet.

The merchant looked the fox up and down, then walked over and bowed, saying, "I was blind to your greatness."

The fox waved its hand and looked up to examine the person in front of it.

His face was sallow, and although his clothes appeared to be of decent quality, they were covered in dust. And somehow, he looked...

Some of them look familiar.

"Brother, you don't look well. Have you encountered any difficulties?" Hu Nianshuang asked with concern.

The merchant gave a wry smile: "To be honest, I'm a businessman, and it's normal to make and lose money in business."

"Fortunately, although I lost some money, I still have some friends who helped me with travel expenses, enough to get back home. I'll rest here for the night and head back to Tao County tomorrow."

The fox tilted its head, thinking, "How come, once I leave Tao County, I find myself surrounded by fellow villagers?"

Hu Nianshuang smiled and said, "What a coincidence, we are from Tao County."

The merchant revealed a hint of surprise: "Then we are from the same hometown. It's just a pity that I'm currently penniless and can't even afford a pot of wine. Otherwise, I would definitely drink with you two until we're completely drunk."

The fox pushed the money in front of him over, saying, "Since we're from the same hometown, how can I let you suffer? Here's all the money for you."

The merchant's expression changed drastically: "No, no, no! I've only met you by chance, how can I accept such a great favor?"

"We're all from Tao County, it's only right that we look out for each other," Hu Nianshuang gently advised.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I never accept favors without a reason. It is fate that we have met today, sir, and I absolutely cannot accept this money."

The merchant repeatedly declined, saying, "Besides, I haven't been home for several years. The last time I went back was during the Mid-Autumn Festival, thanks to the blessing of the Peach God. Although I've lost everything on this trip, I can at least go back and stay a while longer, spending time with my wife, children, and elderly parents."

The fox raised an eyebrow; it remembered this person: "If you won't take the money, then don't. But would you like to have a few drinks with me?"

The merchant cupped his hands in greeting and took a small sip of wine: "Good wine! It's a pity I have to travel early tomorrow morning, so I dare not drink too much. I must go upstairs to rest now. You should also rest early, young master."

He turned and walked towards the stairs.

The fox pondered for a moment, then called over his assistant: "Do you know this person?"

"You did a great job, sir," the waiter said, approaching and praising him before adding, "This merchant is quite famous around here."

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