If gambling is the only option, then this gambling den isn't so strange.
Human desires go far beyond this.
Here, the stakes and rewards are all set by the gamblers.
The betting methods can also be freely chosen based on the existing options available at the casino.
However, the difficulty of the betting game is determined by the house.
Once a gambler sets out their conditions, the bet is considered settled, and there is no room for reneging.
In other words, no opportunity for testing is given.
Even if you're offstage, saying something like "I'll bet my life against you!" is unacceptable.
Once the question is asked, the bet must continue.
Those who resisted and were unwilling to accept it were unable to leave the gambling den.
It's worth mentioning that if the gambler offers too little bet, it becomes a life-or-death situation, and the odds of losing are much higher.
For example, if a gambler's stake is a single hair, and the reward is ten thousand taels of gold.
Such a bet is also possible.
But the odds of him dying in the betting game are 99.9999999...
That is, the legendary hellish difficulty.
Ten gamblers went into the gambling den, but less than one and a half came out.
Most people go in just to see what's going on.
Go see how those desperados risked their lives.
Or cheer and applaud for the victors.
Very few of these applause were genuine congratulations; most were simply designed to create an atmosphere of adulation for the gamblers.
In such an atmosphere, gamblers will develop a misconception.
They mistakenly believed themselves to be invincible and unstoppable.
Bet bigger and crazier on the rewards.
Ultimately, it led to the abyss.
There are only two purposes for opening a gambling den: to make money and to kill.
But there are always idiots who think that opening a gambling den is about giving money away to people.
Since this gambling den doesn't use money as stakes, what it's after is human life.
The most likely scenario is that it uses a person's soul to do some evil deeds.
This kind of thing used to happen frequently among demonic and monster cultivators. They would use the spirits of living people to practice evil arts and break through in a short time.
However, cultivators who practiced this kind of magic all met tragic ends, and it gradually became less and less common.
The Immortal Venerable's Palace has been vigorously cracking down on this kind of thing.
This place is probably too remote, so they didn't pay attention to it.
For those who cultivate themselves, punishing evil and eliminating wickedness is their duty.
When faced with such a situation, it's impossible to simply ignore it.
The three settled down at an inn.
I plan to have dinner in the hall and then go over to take a look.
Chu Yiming said, "The situation inside the gambling den is unclear; we must not act rashly."
Ye Wan focused on her meal, nodding occasionally.
"This gambling den exploits people's greed to carry out such wicked deeds. And it's so blatant. The person behind it must be very powerful. We must be careful."
Ji Kongmeng turned his head and seemed to see a familiar figure.
But the person was walking too fast, so I couldn't see him clearly.
People from the Immortal Venerable's Mansion?
Could it be such a coincidence?
Chu Yiming noticed that Ji Kongmeng seemed a little absent-minded and assumed that he was tired from traveling.
After all, he had only just broken through to the second tier.
Flying on a sword for an extended period of time consumes a significant amount of spiritual energy.
"Junior brother, why don't we rest for a while before going?"
Ji Kongmeng laughed and said, "No need, Senior Brother, I'm not that delicate. Let's go there sooner rather than later."
Chu Yiming was deeply gratified to see Ji Kongmeng so chivalrous and eager to help innocent people.
"Yes, the sooner we get there, the more people we might be able to rescue."
Ji Kongmeng shook his head: "Senior brother, they chose to step into the mud themselves. If you insist on pulling them in, you will only be dragged down by them."
Chu Yiming was taken aback, not quite understanding what he meant.
"Then why are you in such a hurry to go to the gambling den?"
"Of course, it's for the sake of watching the excitement."
Ji Kongmeng answered matter-of-factly; despite his baby face, his words were mature and profound.
Chu Yiming was starting to have doubts about life.
Which of the two is the naive and inexperienced junior brother?
Ye Wan, having eaten and drunk her fill, was bursting with a sense of justice: "Let's raid that gambling den!"
Her voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
"Hahaha, little girl, young people can have backbone, but not arrogance! Do you think you kids can take down that gambling den?"
"That's right, a few cultivators came here a few days ago, and they all perished inside. I heard they died without even a complete corpse! It was a truly gruesome sight!"
"So cruel! Is there no humanity left? Is there no law?"
"You come to Xifan Town to talk about the law? How naive!"
Xifan Town was not under the jurisdiction of the local state government; it could be said that it appeared out of thin air.
It's not easy for outsiders to even get in, so why would they bother coming here to meddle in the trivial matters of a bunch of desperados?
Ultimately, how many of the gamblers who come here have pure intentions?
Inside the hall, opinions varied, with most advising Ye Wan and her two companions against taking any risks.
Ye Wan said nonchalantly, "I am mortal with gambling and drugs!"
Ji Kongmeng said, "Senior sister, I feel like something's missing from that sentence."
Ye Wan honestly replied, "Yes, something is missing. You'll know what it is when you grow up."
Ji Kongmeng smiled contemptuously: "Heh, what's there to not know? Of all evils, lust is the worst."
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[Xifan Town Gambling Den]
The gambling den was filled with smoke and bustling activity.
There are all sorts of people.
Some people slammed their fists on the table and smashed their chairs; some insulted their parents and relatives; and some discussed the compatibility between humans and animals.
There were even instances of publicly displaying activities from the very beginnings of humankind.
Chu Yiming was shocked and hurriedly covered Ye Wan's eyes.
"What's wrong, senior brother? Is something burning your eyes?"
Chu Yiming said, "Junior sister, why don't you go out first?"
The people at that table also noticed Ye Wan and her two companions. The oily-faced man, who had been busy all day, stopped what he was doing and walked straight toward the three of them.
The greasy-faced man, covered in fat, beamed with excitement upon seeing a stranger. He grinned, stuck out his tongue, and revealed his teeth, which were covered in yellow grime.
The stench emanating from him was overwhelming, and it became even more unbearable when you got close.
Even the usually calm Ji Kongmeng frowned.
Ye Wan trusted Chu Yiming completely, and even when Chu Yiming covered her eyes, she didn't pull them open.
Her nose was too sensitive; she felt unwell as soon as she came in.
When that greasy-faced man got closer, it was even more alarming.
"Ugh—, it stinks! Did someone bring these breeding pigs here?"
Ji Kongmeng chuckled. He didn't mean to mock anyone; he just had a low threshold for laughter.
"Senior sister, you're right, they're breeding pigs, and they can even talk. Don't be fooled by their filth and grease."
As she spoke, she helped Ye Wan block out her sense of smell, and then handed her the silk eye mask she had used before, so that she could cover her eyes.
Ye Wan was finally able to breathe and see normally again.
"Junior brother, you are so virtuous, who will marry you in the future..."
"That's the worst luck imaginable."
Before Ye Wan could finish her sentence, Ji Kongmeng interrupted her.
It seems that even men don't like this kind of praise.
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