The Path of Immortality: Starts With Creating Water Bear Gu

At this moment, the Clone of the God of Gambling was playing chess with Qi Huan, while his true form was idle. He glanced around and smiled, "Is there anyone else who wants to gamble with me?"

"I'll do it!"

It was the Ninth Young Master who spoke, raising his hand and looking earnestly. "Does the senior still have any Golden Toads?"

His gaze burned as he looked at the God of Gambling.

"Ninth Young Master, think carefully! This is a soul that has lived for countless tens of thousands of years. He has vast experience in any form of gambling; winning against him won't be easy."

Ninth Young Master’s words startled the surrounding Qian Clan Gu cultivators, who hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"It’s fine!"

Ninth Young Master glanced back at the group and said, "According to him, if you’re gambling for non-material things, you can only use non-material treasures as stakes.

"Similarly, if you’re gambling for material treasures, you can only use material treasures as stakes."

"And material treasures are what I have in abundance, so I can freely gamble with him. What does it matter if I lose?"

"With my wealth, I can afford to lose; there’s no need for you to stop me."

Upon hearing this, the Qian Clan Gu cultivators fell silent, realizing he had a point.

The Ninth Young Master’s wealth was enough to rival a nation’s. Losing some treasures would hardly impact him at all.

On the contrary, if he actually won, he could obtain a Golden Toad—a deal worth making.

Thus, the Qian Clan Gu cultivators fell silent and stopped trying to dissuade him.

The God of Gambling smiled mysteriously and said, "That’s correct."

"But I’m like those treasure merchants of your Qian Clan. If you want to trade for my treasures, you’ll need to offer treasures valued a few times higher than mine."

"Are you prepared for this rule?"

"To answer you, yes, I have Golden Toads—and in abundance. How many would you like to gamble for?"

"But if you’re only betting for a few, I won’t accept. I don’t play for small stakes."

"If you want to gamble with me for Golden Toads, we’ll start with groups of at least five."

Hearing this, the Ninth Young Master’s eyes gleamed. He hadn’t expected the God of Gambling to possess so many Golden Toads.

The more Golden Toads, the better. A group of five was just what he wanted; he was in full agreement.

He could no longer suppress his greed and stepped forward eagerly.

Long Xuan looked deeply at his back. Although the Ninth Young Master stood to lose only trivial treasures even if he failed, he had a sense that bad luck awaited him.

In fact, everyone who gambled with this God of Gambling seemed doomed to face misfortune.

Gambling itself was a massive trap, leading people step by step into a bottomless abyss.

He sensed that this God of Gambling was undoubtedly a cunning trickster, who would surely use every sneaky tactic in his book to secure victory.

"And how would you like to gamble with me? State your rules."

Seeing the Ninth Young Master step up to the table, the God of Gambling smiled and asked.

The Ninth Young Master, who had already thought of a way to win against the God of Gambling, replied confidently:

"I know you’ve lived for countless millennia and that you’ve mastered every possible method of gambling over such a long span."

"So, no matter what I play, I’m aware that I can’t beat you. I know my limits."

"But nobody wins forever—there’s still a way to defeat you."

The Ninth Young Master’s eyes gleamed with intelligence, and he smiled confidently. "Since you’re experienced in every game, I’ll level the playing field by eliminating any advantage your experience might give."

"I won’t compete with you in skill; I’ll compete with you in luck."

"My rules are simple: one of my people will shake a silent dice cup."

"I guarantee there’s no way to determine the number inside, and it makes no sound whatsoever."

"But to be safe, I’ll also set a rule that neither of us can use any powers or methods to interfere."

"All tricks to improve the odds are prohibited. We’ll bet purely on luck—just to see who rolls the higher number!"

"Do you dare gamble with me?" The Ninth Young Master looked at him with confidence.

He wasn’t truly that confident, but in a pure game of luck, both sides would have wins and losses.

No matter how many rounds he lost, as long as he won one, he’d secure a group of Golden Toads.

This was his calculation: a foolproof way to win a group of Golden Toads.

He wasn’t afraid of losing; even if he lost many treasures, he was willing to go all out to win the Golden Toads.

"Heh! Clever move. You won’t rely on gambling skills but on luck alone. With enough rounds, it’s true that I’d eventually lose."

"Looks like my undefeated streak is about to be broken. Such a sly young fellow."

The God of Gambling put on a helpless expression, feigning frustration.

"Bring your dice cup and start. I said you could set the rules, and I won’t go back on my word. I accept your wager," the God of Gambling replied.

Seeing the God of Gambling take the bait, the Ninth Young Master was overjoyed. He waved his hand, and soon, a beautiful female Gu cultivator of the Qian Clan stepped forward, holding a sizeable dice cup and placing it on the table.

Long Xuan stared in shock at the scene before him, then glanced at the God of Gambling's face, which seemed to show that he was on the verge of losing. His mouth twitched involuntarily.

"This guy is definitely acting. Playing like this, there's no way he'd lose."

The Ninth Young Master wasn’t lacking in intelligence, but even the wisest can make mistakes. He had never encountered a God of Gambling Gu before, so he was entirely unfamiliar with its powers.

He likely didn’t expect that the God of Gambling Gu could even wager on someone’s luck.

After such a long passage of time, the God of Gambling’s luck value would certainly be at its peak. Gambling against him on luck was practically courting death.

The Ninth Young Master foolishly believed that as long as he gambled on luck, he would eventually win a round.

In reality, he shouldn't expect to win a single round; playing like this against the God of Gambling, he would likely lose miserably.

But the Ninth Young Master wasn’t an idiot. If he lost all ten rounds, he should be able to realize that something was wrong.

With his level of insight, he would likely stop in time, right? If he pulled out early, he would only lose some valuables, and it shouldn’t be too big of a problem.

These were Long Xuan’s thoughts at the moment.

At that point, the gambling session had already started. A beautiful female Gu cultivator shook the dice cup, and when the Ninth Young Master called “Stop,” she placed it on the table.

When the female Gu cultivator lifted the dice cup, the numbers on the dice showed 5, 5, and 5, for a total of fifteen points.

The Ninth Young Master immediately flashed a triumphant smile and said, “A total of fifteen points. Looks like my luck isn’t bad.”

“With this number, only three specific rolls could beat me. Barring any surprises, I should win this round.”

The God of Gambling looked up at him and chuckled, “Don't be so sure. Until the last moment, who knows what the final result will be?”

“Shall we shake again?” the God of Gambling said, looking at the female Gu cultivator.

The female Gu cultivator threw the three dice back into the dice cup and began to shake it again. Before she had shaken it a few times, the God of Gambling called out, “Stop.”

Hearing this, the female Gu cultivator placed the dice cup down and immediately lifted it.

The dice inside showed a 5, 6, and 6, totaling seventeen points, two more than the Ninth Young Master's score.

Naturally, the God of Gambling won the first round.

The Ninth Young Master was stunned. He lost? How could this God of Gambling’s luck be so absurdly good?

He didn’t dwell on it too much, though; with this kind of game, any number of points was possible.

That the God of Gambling rolled seventeen points was nothing unusual—just a sign of good luck.

But could he be lucky every single time? The Ninth Young Master remained undeterred, believing he would win eventually.

“My apologies, but it looks like I won this round. My luck seems pretty good today.”

The God of Gambling looked at the Ninth Young Master and smiled, “I’m going to collect my winnings. Be prepared.”

At these words, the Ninth Young Master tensed up and quickly checked the treasures in his storage ring.

He soon discovered that treasures were disappearing in batches right before his eyes, vanishing into thin air. It was utterly inconceivable.

What kind of power was this, capable of taking treasures from someone else’s storage ring out of thin air?

Fortunately, the disappearing treasures were random, with valuable items and worthless items disappearing at the same rate, which let him breathe a sigh of relief.

The losses were still bearable for him.

For others, losing treasures equal to five Golden Toads would be an astronomical loss, enough to bankrupt almost anyone.

But for the Ninth Young Master, who was wealthy beyond measure, this amount was mere pocket change—just a drizzle, so he could afford to lose it.

“We’ll continue!” the Ninth Young Master gestured to the female Gu cultivator, signaling her to keep shaking the dice.

Time passed, and before anyone realized it, the Ninth Young Master had already played seven rounds against the God of Gambling.

And he lost every single round—he hadn’t won even once.

At this point, everyone sensed that something was off.

This was a game purely based on luck. No one could be so unlucky as to lose seven rounds in a row. Something wasn’t right.

It wasn’t just the onlookers who felt this way; the Ninth Young Master had sensed it a while ago. His back was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“How could this be? Are you sure we’re betting on luck, and you’re not using any tricks?”

The Ninth Young Master quickly pulled out a Integrity Gu, looking at the God of Gambling with a twisted expression.

The God of Gambling wasn’t intimidated in the least, staring directly at the Integrity Gu and solemnly declaring, “I swear, I am only gambling with luck and have done nothing unrelated to luck.”

“Are you satisfied with my answer?”

Seeing that the Integrity Gu’s eyes didn’t light up, the God of Gambling smiled at the Ninth Young Master.

The Ninth Young Master saw that the Integrity Gu hadn’t glowed, and he couldn’t detect any wordplay in the God of Gambling’s statement, which only made his brows furrow more deeply.

So there really weren’t any tricks—then what was going on? It was as if he had seen a ghost.

The Ninth Young Master was on the verge of losing his mind.

In the end, he made a decision. Forget it; he would gamble just one last time. Win or lose, he would stop here.

He couldn’t keep gambling against this guy; the God of Gambling was simply too strange.

“This will be my last bet! Roll the dice!” he said, his gaze fixed on the female Gu cultivator holding the dice cup.