I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Ye Qiao spoke with such sincerity and vivid imagery that it was as if he were about to turn into a black and white photograph and be mourned.

This powerful descriptive ability left Qin Huai speechless. He wanted to refute her claim that it was sophistry, but he couldn't win the argument against Ye Qiao, leaving him feeling quite bewildered.

Cultivators of the Ruthless Path are generally single-mindedly devoted to the Dao. Ye Qiao, who is someone who prefers to relax whenever possible, still respects the efforts of the Scroll Kings. So, she changed the subject, "However, once you leave the secret realm, you won't be far from reaching the Nascent Soul stage, right?"

Others were amazed by her speed in breaking through the realm, but the others were not necessarily slow either.

Even if they were given the right opportunity, the speed at which all the disciples broke through their cultivation levels far exceeded his own. Thinking of this, Ye Qiao couldn't help but grit his teeth again.

Qin Huai glanced at her and gave a brief "hmm".

Seeing the two engrossed in their conversation, Song Hansheng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help making a sarcastic remark: "So, your and Ye Qinghan's Nascent Soul stage isn't so special after all?"

Everyone knows that when these two reached the Nascent Soul stage one after the other, the two sects were filled with the sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers.

"Yes." Ye Qiao turned her head, smiled, and followed him to face the Yin-Yang symbol: "That's wonderful. We are all Nascent Soul cultivators, and we all have a bright future."

He asked, "...Why does what you're saying sound so strange?"

"This is a sincere blessing, you wouldn't understand."

"..."

Shen Ziwei rubbed his arms. A cold night wind blew by, and he shivered. Even inside the formation, the boy was still uneasy: "Why are we chatting here?" He had a feeling that a monster would tear through the formation and rush in at any moment. He had never seen them sit down and have a calm heart-to-heart talk before.

"Because chatting is the only way to pass the time."

In this desolate, godforsaken secret realm, day and night are reversed, and at night one must be wary of demon kings coming to visit at any time. The only way to pass the time is to chat. All the cultivators keep their divine senses outward and wander around, so that any slight movement can alert them.

Everyone was on edge. Mingxuan nudged her arm. "How about we play a game?"

Ye Qiao looked listless, but it was understandable. Among all the disciples, she was the only one who was busy like a spinning top, constantly consuming and absorbing spiritual energy in her sea of ​​consciousness. The process was undoubtedly mentally taxing, and after reaching a certain level, sleep would not be of any use.

She casually popped a few pills into her mouth to relieve her fatigue. "What game?"

The pills produced by the Azure Water Sect had an immediate effect, and Ye Qiao perked up.

"Guess the size of the number."

"It's very simple, isn't it?"

Ye Qiao wanted to play Monopoly, but explaining the rules was too complicated. Hearing about guessing numbers, she nodded: "What are we betting on?"

Duan Hengdao chuckled: "Of course, whatever we have, we'll bet."

They were confident in their ability to rely on luck, but Ye Qiao had very bad luck. Even if she occasionally had a stroke of good fortune, it was only occasional.

"Whatever the stakes, we'll bet them?" Mingxuan hissed softly, recalling the scene when he made the bet with Chu Xing. "Bet my master's life? No way."

"It certainly wouldn't be that brutal," Duan Hengdao said, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "What are you thinking?"

"The common stakes are magical artifacts, elixirs, spirit stones, and talismans."

Mingxuan pondered for a moment: "Then how about we gamble with my master's life?"

"..."

"Come on, place your bets now." Duan Hengdao tossed a few dice into the container and shook them vigorously, looking quite professional.

Only the lucky ones can laugh at this kind of game; the unlucky ones can only watch. When Ye Qiao heard that they were going to gamble on magical artifacts and talismans, she subconsciously clenched her storage bag. Duan Hengdao asked her, "Want to play?"

Ye Qiao shook her head: "I'll just take a look."

After several rounds, everyone was evenly matched with wins and losses. Ye Qiao couldn't help but complain, "Your luck is too even, isn't it?" No one kept winning, and no one kept losing.

Sometimes, playing these betting games is the only true test of luck. Shen Ziwei shook the dice in her hand and enthusiastically invited, "Ye Qiao, would you like to give it a try?"

"Come."

Ye Qiao carefully considered her family's assets and felt that she was now relatively well-off.

"Everyone move aside, the unluckiest person in the whole place is here." Shen Ziwei laughed, threw the dice into the middle, and respectfully made room for Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao felt that people cannot, or at least should not, remain perpetually ....

Indeed, people don't stay unlucky forever.

Unless that person's name is Ye Qiao.

After several rounds, she broke down.

"Ahhh."

Ye Qiao gripped the dice in her hand, slammed her hand on the table, and stood up in a fit of impotent rage: "Why!!!" She couldn't believe why she kept losing. Didn't KFC say she was the chosen one? Damn the chosen one.

She had barely finished expressing her anger when others followed suit.

"Aaaaaah, it's me again!" Su Zhuo slammed his fist on the table and stood up, shouting.

He was actually quite unlucky; he basically never won. As for Ye Qiao, well, Su Zhuo couldn't understand why he had lost.

"..."

The two men were both in a fit of impotent rage for several seconds before finally sitting down, suppressing their overwhelming anger.

The screams, one after another, made Mingxuan laugh so hard he fell to the ground, nearly collapsing.

Hahahaha.

Indeed, human happiness is often built upon the suffering of others. After he had finished laughing, he belatedly realized that if Ye Qiao really kept losing until she lost everything, he would be the one who would suffer.

After all, they're from the same clan, and they might try to drag you down with them to pay off their debts.

Mingxuan: "..." The laughter stopped abruptly.JPG

"Put down those dice first, calm down, Ye Qiao." Shen Ziwei was a little embarrassed. Seeing that she wanted to crush those dice in one go, he suppressed a laugh, controlled the shaking of his shoulders, and added with difficulty, "That thing is actually quite expensive... I carved it with spirit marrow a long time ago."

Ye Qiao calmed down instantly. "You're quite rich, huh?"

The spiritual essence used to break through realms was used to carve toys.

Shen Ziwei smiled at her and said modestly, "It's mainly because we have a large family and business."

In the cultivation world, talent and ability speak for themselves. Although the Shen family is not a major family, his father is the city lord of an independent city. If he does not join a sect and compete with his brothers and sisters for the position of heir, then with Shen Ziwei's talent, he will undoubtedly be the next heir of the city.

Ye Qiao's defenses crumbled again.

Damn it, why?

Would the world end if it lost one of its richest people?

"Let you pretend." Qin Huai saw her break down and slightly curled the corners of his lips: "Don't believe me? Look up and see, no one escapes the judgment of Heaven, Ye Qiao."

He always said that the heavens favor daughters and sons, but Ye Qiao has such bad luck? (Laughs)

Ye Qiao was frustrated for several seconds, still unable to understand why she always lost.

During the guessing game, she used her divine sense to probe several times, but found no signs of tampering. All indications suggested that the two of them were simply unlucky.

Damn it, she couldn't accept it even more.

After mocking her, Qin Huai asked, "Want to play a game with me? Let's play together."

"No, no, no." Ye Qiao said solemnly, "I'm not playing with you, I'm playing with Su Zhuo. You can't handle this, you'll just get angry and beat me up."

"ha?"

"So Su Zhuo can afford to play this game?" Qin Huai laughed.

Miao Miao nodded repeatedly, "Su Zhuo could flip the table in a heartbeat!"

To be honest, Fu Xiu has a strong sense of self-esteem, which makes him easy to break down.

"It's alright," Ye Qiao said. "If I'm playing with Su Zhuo, then I'll just have to be the one who can't handle it and get angry and beat him up."

Talisman cultivators are not qualified to get angry and beat people up; that's a unique ability of sword cultivators.

Moreover, after carefully comparing everyone, Ye Qiao discovered that Su Zhuo was also quite unlucky.

A showdown between two unlucky people.

Wonderful.

Su Zhuo, who was called out, was speechless.

He couldn't help but think bitterly, "Damn Ye Qiao, you'd better not mess with us Fu Xiu, because once you mess with us, it's as if you haven't messed with us at all."