The Path of Immortality: Starts With Creating Water Bear Gu

There’s always someone willing to be the first to "eat the crab," as they say. While the rest of the crowd hesitated, too wary to try snatching the treasure in the air, an elder finally broke the silence:

“This ability to wager anything in a bet is truly beyond belief. Even now, I can hardly imagine that such a power actually exists in this world.”

“We don’t yet know whether what you’re saying is true or false, so allow me to test your skill.”

“What are the rules of this game? How do you want to bet?”

All the Gu cultivators turned their attention to the elder, their faces alight with curiosity.

Many in the crowd recognized the old man’s identity, and whispers of recognition rippled through the assembly.

“It’s actually Old Song! He’s a renowned master of gambling tricks, famous throughout the Central Lands. They even call him the God of Gambling—undefeated across countless casinos. This is going to be interesting.”

“I wonder what Old Song will bet with him. He certainly doesn’t lack for anything material. Old Song’s career in gambling has won him an unimaginable fortune.”

“I suspect he’ll bet something rather unique with this ‘God of Gambling,’ and his odds of winning must be quite high.”

“Hmph! What are you talking about? High odds of winning? Don’t forget, this ‘God of Gambling’ has been alive for countless millennia. Old Song’s entire lifetime doesn’t even compare to a fraction of his.”

“This man has bet over ages—he’s got experience that’s impossible to match. How can Old Song outplay him? I think he’s biting off more than he can chew.”

Overhearing the crowd’s murmurings, the God of Gambling smiled faintly. Someone calling themselves a god of gambling in his presence? How amusing.

It had been a long time since he’d encountered a young talent skilled in the art of gambling, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity for some real fun.

The God of Gambling cast a disdainful look and said arrogantly, “My game is simple. The rules will be decided by you.”

“Play however you like. Just make sure to use the method you’re most skilled in, and if you can beat me, you may take anything you want from me.”

At these words, everyone gasped. Allowing his opponents to set the rules? Such confidence.

There are endless ways to gamble, far beyond typical casino games.

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses in certain styles of play. For him to be so confident in every type of game…how arrogant.

Hearing this, Old Song smiled with confidence. Letting him decide the rules? The God of Gambling was courting death.

If before, he had doubts about his ability to defeat this mysterious soul, now he was utterly certain.

He was famously undefeated across the Central Lands, his gambling prowess unparalleled.

If he could set the rules and choose his strongest specialty, he was confident he’d win. Absolutely.

“So, I decide the rules? Very well! Let’s compete in dice. We’ll guess the dice points, and whoever is closest wins!”

“But since I’m setting the game rules, the equipment will also be provided by me.”

“My equipment has no issues—it’s crafted from special materials that block any probing abilities. No matter how strong your spiritual power, you won’t sense the dice’s points inside the cup.”

“With such equipment, absolute fairness is guaranteed. Would you like to inspect the gear?”

Old Song took out three dice and a dice cup from his storage ring, placing them on the table and looking at the God of Gambling with a smile.

The God of Gambling glanced casually at the dice and the cup, then smiled:

“No need to check. I believe you wouldn’t dare tamper with the equipment in my presence.”

“And what do you wish to bet?”

Old Song had already made up his mind on the prize.

This ability to bet on anything intrigued him, sparking a fresh excitement within. He was eager to indulge in this unique experience.

With keen interest, he said, “Your power is supposedly able to wager anything? I’m skeptical. I want to bet for a mind-reading ability. Can such a skill be staked in this game?”

“If I win, will this ability truly transfer to me without any side effects?”

Old Song looked at him expectantly. As a man of gambling, the skill he most desired was, naturally, the ability to read minds.

For someone with mind-reading skills, the casino would be unbeatable territory; no one could ever outwit someone who could see through thoughts.

He wasn’t sure if this God of Gambling’s power could grant him genuine mind-reading ability, but if it could, his skills would ascend to a whole new level.

Then he could easily defeat his rivals in gambling, no matter how skilled they were.

Mind-reading was an ability of paramount importance to him, and he fervently hoped that the God of Gambling wasn’t bluffing.

The crowd watched in astonishment as Old Song requested to bet for such a powerful ability.

Could abilities really be used as stakes? Could a skill truly be transferred from one person to another? It seemed almost too incredible.

All the Gu cultivators focused their gaze on the God of Gambling, awaiting his response.

“Heh.” The God of Gambling chuckled. “I’ve said it before: anything in this world, as long as it has a name, can be wagered.”

“A mere mind-reading ability? That’s no issue at all.”

“I have it. As long as you can defeat me, then the mind-reading ability will be yours, and I guarantee there will be no side effects.”

“Let’s see if you can offer something of equal value to the mind-reading ability.”

“What do you intend to wager in exchange for my mind-reading ability?”

Upon hearing this, Old Song immediately became alert. This God of Gambling truly had a mind-reading ability, and on the gambling table, a person with such an ability is invincible, no matter what they bet on.

Just as Old Song was about to speak, the God of Gambling seemed to discern his thoughts from his expression and said with a smile:

“Rest assured, nearly every ability in this world requires a physical body to be exercised.”

“I am only a soul, without a body. Ever since I won the mind-reading ability, it’s been sealed within the Gambling Gu. I don’t possess it myself, so you can gamble with me without any concerns.”

Hearing this, Old Song finally exhaled in relief and tentatively asked, “How about I wager treasures worth over ten billion spirit stones in exchange for the mind-reading ability?”

The God of Gambling shook his head, smiling, “If you want to wager against me with non-material things, then you’ll have to wager something non-material as well. This has always been my rule.”

“Material wealth is the least valuable thing to me; I lack nothing in that regard.”

Old Song simply asked, “Then what do you want?”

The God of Gambling looked him over from head to toe, shook his head, and showed a look of disdain.

“You don’t have anything particularly special. The only things worth mentioning are your gambling talent and skills.”

“But even these aren’t equivalent in value to my mind-reading ability.”

“You should understand just how heaven-defying the mind-reading ability is. A person with mind-reading abilities can instantly know what move their opponent is planning next, allowing them to prepare a countermeasure in advance.”

“With mind-reading, one can instantly know all of an opponent’s cards, and even discern the weaknesses of all their Gu.”

“How could any opponent stand a chance in such a situation? In combat, a person with mind-reading abilities is invincible.”

“An invincible ability like this has unimaginable value—something that cannot be matched by your gambling talent and skills alone.”

“Across the whole world, there are only a few people who possess mind-reading abilities. Such a rare ability cannot be exchanged for anything you have.”

“Unless you wager everything—your soul, lifespan, talent, even your life.”

“Only by putting everything on the line can you make an equal wager for my mind-reading ability.”

At this, Old Song was shocked; he would have to risk everything, even his life, to wager for the mind-reading ability.

This meant he could only make a single bet. If he lost, he would die.

Considering his life was at stake, how could he not hesitate?

Old Song’s face immediately turned uncertain, his expression extremely conflicted.

But he remembered his strongest gambling skill: being able to discern dice points by sound, always guessing the closest possible outcome.

No matter how high this God of Gambling’s skills were, Old Song could discern dice points by sound, so at most, they would be evenly matched.

With this tactic, he was inherently in an unbeatable position, making it impossible for him to lose. The worst outcome would be a draw.

Since that was the case, why not gamble?

Old Song clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to gamble.

At this moment, he had resolved to place a single bet. If it ended in a draw, he would never go for a second round.

He had spent his life in the gambling world, never caring about winning or losing, nor about betting billions in treasures.

But wagering his lifespan, talent, soul, and life with this person was too high-stakes; it wasn’t something one could easily risk in a gamble.

For the first time, he truly felt pressured and genuinely afraid!

Thus, he decided to make only this one bet and withdraw afterward, win or lose, never risking it again.

“Alright, I’ll gamble with you! I’ll wager everything I have for your mind-reading ability!”

Old Song’s eyes turned wild, and he turned to shout at someone in the crowd, “Disciple, come and roll the dice!”

What a cunning move. He was determined to use every possible advantage, even though he had set the rules, used his dice, and now wanted his person to roll them.

Every benefit had to be seized.

The stakes of this gamble were too high for him to act otherwise, forcing him to shamelessly resort to tricks.

The God of Gambling did not interfere and simply watched with a smile, letting Old Song manipulate the situation as he pleased.

At this moment, everyone was eagerly watching this gamble, thrilled by the prospect of wagering on non-material things. All the Gu practitioners were captivated.

Non-material wealth was far more valuable than material treasures.

Enhanced talent, extended lifespan, and a unique constitution—who wouldn’t want such things?

The allure of these was too great, and the crowd was already pondering what to bet against this God of Gambling.

They fantasized, wondering whether to bet everything to improve their talent, gain endless lifespan, or simply risk it all.

As soon as they could confirm the God of Gambling’s ability was real through this gamble, they would immediately seek to challenge him themselves.

Compared to improving nearly impossible-to-boost attributes, no one was interested anymore in the three hundred treasures in the sky.