The God of Wealth led the way alone, followed by the five leaders of the Four Seas Gang.

Oh, Zhao Tai is also holding someone in his arms.

His arms were almost outstretched, like the two clamps of a forklift, supporting him from a distance without his torso touching them at all.

If the Dice Heart Maiden still had the same appearance as before, there would be a somewhat enchanting atmosphere.

But now... Zhao Taihun is like a heartless working man.

We walked in silence until we reached the northwest corner of Chengyuan.

Hidden beneath a grove of emerald bamboo is an unassuming artificial mountain, its jagged shape riddled with holes eroded by time.

We walked to the shady side of the artificial hill and stopped next to a huge rock near its base that resembled a reclining ox.

The bamboo forest was deep and dimly lit, with the air filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves and the earthy smell of soil.

The God of Wealth's head came to the reclining ox stone and pressed his finger on the three natural indentations on the side.

With a very slight click, a stone slab at the bottom slid inward, revealing a passage extending downwards.

"This is one of the entrances to the underground palace."

The God of Wealth's gaze swept lightly over Zhao Tai, without asking a single question.

He could naturally sense that Diceheart was still breathing, albeit weakly, and appeared to be seriously injured.

Why did they kill Iron Scale Buddha but spare Dice Heart Maiden?

Iron Scale Buddha commands the nine gates' henchmen and is in charge of the punishment hall; on the surface, he is the strongest among the four leaders.

That's probably why the other party killed him without any scruples.

A powerful expert in the Divine Martial Realm would never look down on someone in the Fourth Rank. What does it matter if they are in charge of punishments? Ultimately, it all comes down to cultivation level.

But the Dice Goddess is different.

She is indispensable in the business of gambling equipment, cheating techniques training, and training newcomers.

If that's the case... he's in charge of the money flow and also possesses a lot of intelligence, which is of great value.

The God of Wealth breathed a sigh of relief; it was a good thing that the Celestial Horse wasn't here, as their areas of responsibility overlapped.

This is a flat, gentle slope that extends downwards, accessible to wheelchairs, which is why he chose this entrance.

The two swordsmen stood in front, while the hidden ones followed behind, forming a single file.

Qin Zhaoyue, standing in the middle, felt completely at ease.

The corners on both sides of the gentle slope were covered with moss, and oil lamps hung on the stone walls on both sides, filling the air with a mixture of moisture and grease.

The dim light barely outlined the slowly descending silhouette, adding to the eerie and sinister atmosphere.

Being in such an environment can easily create an increasingly heavy sense of oppression.

After descending about thirty or forty steps, you enter a straight and wider stone-paved path.

The stone walls on both sides are smooth, and at intervals, there is an oil lamp that never goes out and burns with a ghostly blue flame.

The eerie blue light flickered and cast distorted shadows, projecting them onto the cold stone wall like menacing ghosts.

The air was still somewhat polluted, and there seemed to be an added, faint smell of rusty iron and dried blood.

At the end of the passageway was a huge, heavy black iron gate with an incredibly complex star-shaped mechanism lock in the middle.

“This kind of arrangement is found at the entrance of every underground palace.”

As he spoke, the God of Wealth took his token from the empty slot in the armrest of his wheelchair and inserted it into the groove of the mechanism lock.

After gently twisting, bring two fingers together and tap them one by one on the myriad stars.

"The mechanisms in the underground palace utilize the power of the underground river to drive the spring-loaded winch."

The mechanism and lock of this door are quite ingenious, and the order in which the stars open each day is different.

If we try it rashly, the only result will be the sealing off of the entire underground palace.

There are patterns to it, but it still requires some effort to memorize.

He seemed frank and open, but in reality, he didn't reveal any patterns.

With a swift seven taps of his sword finger, a heavy, mechanical creaking sound erupted, as if awakening a slumbering beast.

The moment the door slid open inward, a warm, dry breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers rushed in, instantly dispelling the stale, damp air of the passageway outside.

Without needing to be reminded, Qin Zhaoyue subconsciously held her breath.

A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit; who knows what other tricks might be hidden in the fragrance?

She was in the middle of the line and didn't see the scene inside the door immediately, but she was still dazzled by the bright light.

I was somewhat prepared, but when the obstruction in front of me shifted, I was still stunned and even felt a bit dizzy from the absurdity.

Countless crystal chandeliers, candlesticks, and wall lamps were lit together, creating a dazzling, artificial light.

The floor, paved with polished black marble, reflects the thousands of lights overhead, making it feel like stepping into a galaxy.

The air was warm and dry, filled with the rich, sweet fragrance of agarwood and fresh flowers.

Everyone stepped into the marble passageway, and the black iron gate behind them quietly closed.

Before you is a wide, arched corridor, with its columns, walls, and vaulted ceiling completely covered in gold leaf.

The walls, covered in gold leaf, are inlaid with huge colorful glass murals depicting court banquets, hunting scenes, and triumphant ceremonies.

The crystal chandeliers hang like stars, the walls are densely packed with gilded candlesticks, and the reflective mirrors are inlaid on the edge of the vaulted ceiling.

Together, they create dazzling light and shadow effects, making you feel as if you are in a paradise.

Qin Zhaoyue pouted.

This opulent decor would have been labeled as nouveau riche in the past.

But right now... even the luxury of the royal palace can't compare to this place.

The more I look at it, the more I regret it; damn it, I didn't get enough.

At the end of the golden corridor, a bright and open space suddenly appears.

A man-made river stretches across the view, its waters crystal clear and shimmering under the lights.

There were even schools of brightly colored koi swimming leisurely.

A bridge made entirely of white marble spans the river, its railings exquisitely carved with intricate lotus scroll patterns and auspicious animal motifs.

The banks of the river are lined with meticulously trimmed exotic flowers and rare potted plants.

After crossing the bridge, a fork in the road appeared ahead. The God of Wealth stopped and asked, "Where do you gentlemen wish to go?"

This statement also contained a small test, to see how much information the other party had about the Nine Gates.

The first fighter, upon receiving the telepathic message, immediately spoke coldly: "Jin Chi."

The God of Wealth thought to himself, "As expected," and suppressed his ulterior motives, obediently leading the way.

After passing through a narrow path, the group arrived at a new palace.

Standing outside the palace, one could faintly hear the sounds of women inside.

The God of Wealth's head is placed first, then one steps inside.

The palace's dome is extremely high, resembling an inverted giant bowl, and is covered by a fresco depicting a grand feast and passionate love.

With vibrant colors and voluptuous skin, they radiate a decadent glow under the illumination of crystal chandeliers embedded in the edges of the dome and in the hands of the figures in the murals.

Qin Zhaoyue raised her head and stared blankly at the outfits that were either partially covered or revealing.

This scene... they probably won't let it air...