Seeing that the ticket was red, Fang Youde was the happiest. He didn't know why he felt so guilty about these two Tianjian Sect disciples. Logically, he wouldn't be caught, but Yi Xichen looked so confident that he felt uneasy.

Fang Youde put on a smile and said, "Look, this senior brother is really lucky. He got a red ticket right at the start. Just now he accused me of cheating. If I were cheating, you would have received a bunch of white tickets, right?"

Yi Xichen was very determined: "Don't worry, I'm still playing."

The eldest grandson, Zijun, stood aside, looking at Yi Xichen thoughtfully. The Yi Xichen in front of him was different from the Yi Xichen in his memory. This one was bright, cheerful, and a little bit mean. The one in his memory was weak, entangled, and self-pitying. He loved Yi Xichen, but this love was mindless and forced upon him by external forces. He had never thought about why, nor had he ever questioned it.

Looking back now, those eight years in my memory seem blurry and inexplicable.

He recalled the days even longer ago. When he was young, he and Yi Xichen cultivated and grew up in the Medicine Pavilion, and their lives were very poor. The disciples of the Sword Refining Pavilion were all the proud sons of heaven, and they only needed to concentrate on cultivation every day, with sufficient supplies, and they didn't have to worry about anything. The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion had to undertake a lot of chores, sweeping the courtyard, copying scriptures, and sometimes they would be insulted and bullied by disciples from other pavilions.

But those days were very happy. Yi Xichen always looked like he didn't care about anything, but in fact he was more cunning than anyone else. If anyone dared to pick a fight with them, Yi Xichen would definitely have many tricks to play on them.

Even after a hard day's work, even after being beaten by monsters in the valley and failing to collect a few useful herbs, Yi Xichen always looked full of energy. At dusk, they would sit back to back on the top of the mountain to watch the sunset. Yi Xichen wiped the blood off his face and said in a cheerful and confident tone: "Zijun, we will become very strong."

"Um."

"So strong that no one can defeat him."

"Um."

"Will we still be together then?"

"Can."

"Hahahaha, let's go back to practice sword fighting!"

The eldest grandson, Zijun, came back to his senses and his eyes fell on Yi Xichen's face with a sly smile again. The boy back then should have grown up to be like this, not the vague face in his memory. If so, it was only natural that he loved him so much.

Yi Xichen kept throwing spirit stones into the turntable. This amount of spirit stones was all he had. Normally, he would feel bad for a long time if he lost one, but now he didn't blink an eye and threw one after another into the turntable. There were losses and wins, and the wins were few and the losses were many. The spirit stones in the bag became fewer and fewer. Soon, all the primary spirit stones had been thrown away, and only a few intermediate spirit stones were left.

Fang Youde was stunned. He had never seen such a guest before. He didn't care about winning or losing at all, as if his only goal was to throw all the spirit stones into the turntable.

Yi Xichen quickly threw away all his spirit stones, and more and more people gathered around him, all wanting to see what he was up to.

Yi Xichen nodded to his eldest grandson Zijun: "Hey, do you still have spirit stones? Give them all to me."

The eldest grandson Jun took out his purse and handed it over without a second thought - handing over property to the daughter-in-law is the most basic quality of a top.

The more he lost, the brighter the smile on Yi Xichen's face became, while Fang Youde's sweat broke out more and more.

Finally, Yi Xichen threw the last spirit stone into the groove, and the turntable gradually stopped and landed on the white stick. He was left with only two empty wallets, nothing else.

Fang Youde wiped the sweat off his face and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, do you still want to play?"

"No more playing. But I found something interesting. Brother Fang, do you want to know?" He said loudly, "Do you all want to know?"

Fang Youde started glaring again.

"The blue tickets account for one fifth of the total, right? The red tickets account for one twentieth of the total, right?"

Fang Youde had no choice but to stiffen his neck and say, "That's right, so what?"

"If this wheel is really correct, after spinning it twenty times, you should be able to get four blue tickets, one red ticket, and fifteen white tickets. However, I have watched others play here for more than an hour, and I have played 166 times, a total of 632 times, and I have only gotten blue tickets 64 times, and red tickets 6 times. In other words, the actual probability of getting a blue ticket is less than 1 in 10, and a red ticket is only 1 in 100." Yi Xichen put on a smiling face, "Brother Fang, one person is unlucky, and these one hundred people have played more than 600 times, and all of them are unlucky. Is it because everyone is unlucky, or is it because you are too lucky?"

There was a commotion all around!

The casual cultivator who had left in disgrace just now came back again. After listening to Yi Xichen's words, he squeezed back into the center of the crowd, and shouted with a red face and thick neck: "I said he was cheating! He must be cheating! Give me back my spirit stone!"

A monk asked, "Did you really count more than 600 plates? You are not just making it up, are you?"

Yi Xichen glanced at him lazily: "This Taoist priest and Brother Fang are in cahoots, right? You were the one who spoke up when the Taoist priest questioned Brother Fang before. Although you left frequently in the past hour, you came back six times. Whenever someone raised a question, you humiliated them and said you couldn't afford to lose."

The monk's face immediately turned red: "You! You are talking nonsense! I don't know anyone here at all!"

Fang Youde's face was as black as charcoal: "It seems that this junior brother is determined to find fault? You are just talking nonsense. You said you counted so many plates, and no one else counted them anyway. What evidence can you produce? I am a disciple of Xuanqing Sect, and I will not tolerate your slander like this. If you dare to pester me again, it will be you, the Tianjian Sect, who are going to provoke our Xuanqing Sect! Which elder's disciple are you?"

Yi Xichen raised his finger and shook it: "Don't threaten me yet, I'm just going to show you the evidence." He bent down and pulled off the Qiankun bag attached to the turntable. The spirit stones put into the turntable automatically entered the Qiankun bag, and the winnings were rebated, while the losses were left.

Fang Youde tried to stop him, but Yi Xichen quickly opened his Qiankun bag and poured it onto the turntable, filling it up like a small hill.

"If it is really one-fifth blue and one-twentieth red, and the blue tickets doubled and the red tickets doubled tenfold, then according to common sense, you as the dealer should only earn one-tenth. That is, for a bet of ten spirit stones, you earn one. I calculate that you have been setting up the stall since the 7th hour, and now it has been two and a half hours, and the turntable has been spinning non-stop, so you can only play a thousand times, and the spirit stones you earn..." Yi Xichen glanced at the small mountain of spirit stones, "There should be six or seven hundred here, right?"

Seeing such a high hill, the anger of the people around was ignited, and some people shouted to invite the elders of Xuanqing Sect to judge the case. The monk who had just spoken for Fang Youde wanted to get out of the crowd dejectedly, but was blocked by a human wall and could not get out.

"I brought these spiritual stones myself! I didn't just win them!" Fang Youde was still arguing, "You still don't have any evidence!"

"It's very simple. Take apart your turntable and let me see whether it contains the real black fire stone. Then the matter will be clear, right?"

Fang Youde held the turntable tightly and said, "It costs ten high-level spirit stones to make a turntable like this. If you take it apart and see if it is really filled with black fire stone, will you compensate me for the ten high-level spirit stones?"

"Then let's see whether I pay you ten high-level spirit stones, or you pay me a hundred times the bet."

Amid the public outcry, Fang Youde had no choice but to hand over the turntable. Yi Xichen's eyes lit up, he rolled up his sleeves and took the turntable apart in no time. He had been waiting for such an opportunity to take apart this mechanism himself. As long as he knew how the turntable was made, he could go back and get some immortal materials from Yao Budu to make one himself, so that he wouldn't have to work so hard to earn spirit stones in the future.

However, when the turntable was disassembled, what was stuck in the center of the shaft was actually a black fire stone glowing red!

Seeing this result, all the onlookers were stunned.

A smile of success flashed across Fang Youde's face, and he rushed over to grab Yi Xichen's collar. However, before his arm touched him, he was hit on the chin by a sword sheath and fell on his back.

The eldest grandson, Zijun, had a blank expression on his face: "My hand slipped."

Fang Youde covered his red chin and said incoherently: "You! Pay me ten high-level spirit stones!"

Yi Xichen picked out the piece of black flint and held it in the palm of his hand.

Fang Youde's face turned pale immediately: "Put down the Black Fire Stone quickly! One Black Fire Stone alone is worth twenty high-level spirit stones. Can you afford it?"

Yi Xichen smiled: "Since I already owe you ten, twenty more won't make a difference." He squeezed his palm hard, and the black fire stone cracked. He opened his palm, the red light faded, and in the center of the gem was a piece of black cloud iron.

The surrounding area immediately became noisy.

Fang Youde suddenly jumped up, trying to grab the sword and escape, but Zhangsun Zijun's hand slipped slightly, and he was hit hard on the head and fell to the ground with his legs spread out.

Yi Xichen jumped on him and patted his face: "Don't run away, didn't you say you were risking the dignity of Xuanqing Sect? I told you long ago that the elders of Xuanqing Sect would not agree to you casually risking the dignity of the sect. Don't you still want to go to our Tianjian Sect to find our elders? Do you want me to show you the way?"

Fang Youde looked ashen.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "The people from Xuanqing Sect are here!"