Chapter 52: Divine Beast Roulette

Inside the Spirit Stone Vein Canyon, in the northeast corner.

A large group of miners had gathered in a circle, creating quite a lively scene. Miners familiar with the rules were discussing the game animatedly.

A young miner spoke to the middle-aged man beside him, whom he knew well.

"Brother... bet with me. I can't guarantee you'll win, but my luck has always been great... last time I..."

His voice trailed off, switching to divine sense transmission.

After all, one should never flaunt their wealth; the cultivation world was a dangerous place.

After their exchange, the middle-aged man said with an excited face, "Alright... if I win spirit stones this time, I'll treat you to a feast at the tavern!"

"I'm experienced and my predictions are very accurate. How about we pool our money together?" another cultivator, who looked like an old man, said with a grin to the miner beside him.

"Forget it... I'm just here to watch the excitement... I don't... don't have any spirit stones!"

...

After glancing around and seeing that the atmosphere had livened up, Fatty Sang decided not to delay any further.

"Fellow Daoists, please quiet down for a moment. To accommodate the newcomers and prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters, let's lay out the rules clearly first.

The gameplay is simple: the prize depends on which pattern the pointer stops on. The patterns marked with 'four times' and 'twenty times' are the winning ones, but the minimum bet is at least one spirit stone.

Before placing a bet, everyone must use their magic power to leave a mark on their spirit stone to avoid any disputes..."

This was experience he had gained over many years to avoid frequent accidents and wasted time.

Otherwise, any delay would be a delay in his earning spirit stones.

"Make way... it's about to start!" Fatty Sang shouted to the cultivators in front of him.

The veteran players immediately stepped back a considerable distance.

"Move aside, quickly... don't get in the way of me making my money!" the veteran players shouted at the miners who were still standing there motionless.

"Yeah... get to the side, fast!"

In the blink of an eye, a large space cleared in front of Fatty Sang.

Seeing that the game had officially begun, Cheng Buzheng could not help but focus his gaze on Fatty Sang.

He knew perfectly well that this was a highly profitable business, but unfortunately, he lacked the strength to intervene, and he felt quite envious.

"Having a Foundation Establishment uncle is truly wonderful!... Having a powerful thigh to cling to...

He is not just a backer... he is also a guarantor of credibility. Otherwise... who would pay attention to an anonymous little cultivator?

If one exposed a large amount of spirit stones, there would be a threat to their life. I believe those martial uncles certainly wouldn't mind 'helpingly' sweeping those spirit stones into their own storage bags!

Without sufficient strength, exposing wealth is like a waiter flaunting meat in front of a pack of hungry wolves—it is seeking death."

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Cheng Buzheng's mind.

He saw Fatty Sang pat his storage bag, and a roll of animal hide appeared at his feet.

With a wave of his sleeve, Fatty Sang spread the hide completely on the ground; it was nearly ten feet long and ten feet wide.

There were eight patterns on the hide, identical to the eight patterns on the wheel, but the patterns were not made of spiritual runes.

Four patterns of four-times Spirit Beasts were arranged in one row, and four patterns of twenty-times Divine Beasts were arranged in another.

The Flood Dragon pattern corresponded to the Azure Dragon, the True Spirit Tiger to the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird to the Phoenix, and the Black Tortoise to the Black Tortoise. These eight patterns occupied most of the area of the hide.

Fatty Sang patted his large belly and, with a wave of his sleeve, placed the Divine Beast wheel on the empty part of the hide.

Without delay, Fatty Sang flicked a strand of magic power from his fingertip into the pointer. Then, wearing a warm, enthusiastic smile, he spoke.

"Next is the time for everyone to place their bets! In fifteen minutes, the Divine Beast wheel will start!

Don't forget to leave a magic power mark on your spirit stones before betting.

Otherwise, if disputes arise, I won't take any responsibility!"

Fatty Sang reminded them once more; disputes truly wasted too much time and hindered his earnings!

"I've already infused all my spirit stones with marks, just waiting for the big battle!"

"Are you planning to give all your spirit stones to Boss Sang?"

"True... that makes sense!"

"Ha... ha, I'm betting on the Azure Dragon. Anyone with me?"

"That's not safe; better stick to a four-times Spirit Beast!"

"Then the investment would be too large for one go!"

"I'll just fish for the White Tiger alone. One spirit stone every time; if I hit, I get twenty!" As he spoke, he actually tossed a spirit stone into the White Tiger pattern area.

"You've got guts!... I'll play it safe... one big and one small!"

"You're wrong there. Either risk it by fishing alone... or bet on three smalls and leave one empty. That's much safer!" a battle-hardened cultivator immediately countered.

"Xiao Lou... bet with me, my luck is incredible!"

"I've discovered the pattern of the wheel. There's a high chance of winning spirit stones. If I win, you must treat me to a proper feast!"

...

As time passed, large piles of spirit stones accumulated on each of the eight patterns on the hide. The four Spirit Beast patterns had the most stones, while the four Divine Beast patterns had very few.

Seeing so many spirit stones, Cheng Buzheng felt a surge of envy.

He knew that such a large amount of spirit stones certainly couldn't be held by a Qi Refinement cultivator; the lion's share must have been taken by his uncle. But even the scraps would be enough for Fatty Sang's cultivation needs.

Fifteen minutes later.

Fatty Sang's gaze fell upon the spirit stones on the hide, a satisfied smile appearing on his face as he spoke slowly.

"Fifteen minutes are up. Stop betting!" As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and a layer of transparent magic power enveloped the eight patterns.

At the same time, Fatty Sang's hands continuously performed hand seals.

"Sigh... I haven't decided which one to bet on yet!"

"Yeah! Time flies so fast."

"Make sure to bet in time for the next round, otherwise, you'll regret it if you win!"

Just then, Fatty Sang finished his hand seals, and the pointer in the center of the Divine Beast wheel began to move.

As the pointer passed each pattern, the pattern would glow faintly. The pointer would either accelerate or suddenly slow down; as it passed, the faint light on the pattern would extinguish.

The pointer's sudden shifts in speed caused the emotions of the many miners present to fluctuate wildly.

Especially as the pointer was about to stop, the miners' eyes were glued to the wheel. Their emotions—ranging from grief to joy—reached a fever pitch.

When the pointer finally came to a complete stop on the Black Tortoise pattern.

The scene instantly became incredibly boisterous, though no one dared to cause trouble for Fatty Sang.

"If I had known, I would have bet on the Black Tortoise! A whole month's work wasted."

"I bet on three of the four smalls, but missed the Black Tortoise. How can I be so unlucky?"

"Sigh... failed to fish alone!"

Where there is grief, there is also joy.

"I told you, my luck is incredible! See, didn't I win?"

"Next time, I'm betting with you."

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