Chapter 552: The Soul of Song Qianhun Gambler

Song Song Qianhun's bid had approached fifty million, and Jin Jin Shunying could no longer hold on—her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

She raised her hand and said, "Forty-seven million one hundred fifty thousand."

This was the highest price she could accept; even though it wasn't her money, she couldn't utter a higher number, or her mind would break.

Song Song Qianhun raised his hand again: "Sixty million."

Jin Jin Shunying scratched her head and laughed.

He didn't even say fifty million—he just jumped straight to sixty million.

The boss had indeed instructed her to bid at all costs and secure it.

The boss had also told her not to look back lightly.

But this time, she had to look—she truly felt her spirit was already failing.

She needed to confirm the boss's attitude, at least to verify whether his mental state was still normal.

If the boss went mad first and refused to pay afterward, and she was the one who bid, her life would be utterly ruined.

Jin Jin Shunying slowly turned her head and stared for a long time at Li Li Banfeng's seat.

Where was the boss?

Where had the boss gone?

Why wasn't the boss there?

Jin Jin Shunying trembled all over, barely holding back a cry.

He's gone—what do I do now?

Where am I supposed to get sixty million?

Will my whole life be destroyed?

The host on stage, Chi Chi Huiyi, shouted loudly: "Sixty million once!"

Jin Jin Shunying's vision blurred; she struggled to breathe.

"Sixty million twice!"

Jin Jin Shunying felt her scalp splitting open; she tore out a lock of her hair.

"Sixty million three times!"

Jin Jin Shunying closed her eyes and felt herself plummeting into an endless abyss.

"Congratulations to this gentleman! Please bring out the dish!"

Gentleman?

Why call me gentleman?

Jin Jin Shunying lifted her head and finally realized something.

The one who bid sixty million wasn't her—it was the man behind her.

He spent sixty million, he bought the item—what does that have to do with me?

Under extreme tension, Jin Jin Shunying suffered a cognitive distortion and nearly scared herself to death.

Seeing the Shang Masha had been sold, Jin Jin Shunying exhaled deeply, and the stone in her heart finally settled.

When the boss asks later, I'll tell the truth—I'll say I was so terrified I couldn't bid anymore. If he's angry, let him beat me—I'll take it. But if he wants to fine me, I definitely don't have the money!

While Jin Jin Shunying was still lost in thought, Chu Chu Zikai arrived beside Song Song Qianhun with the soul of Shuiyongquan; the two were to proceed to the side hall outside to complete the payment and transfer.

Given the enormous sum and the magnitude of the deal, the golden-haired elder assigned to protect Chu Chu Zikai naturally followed.

Tonight's sale of a sixty-million deal thrilled the dance hall's owner, Chi Chi Huiyi; by custom, she would receive a substantial commission.

Seeing Song Song Qianhun rise slowly, his steps hesitant, Chi Chi Huiyi dared not urge him—this was a man who had bid sixty million; she must not offend him.

Song Song Qianhun took three steps and looked back once—his pace was indeed uncertain.

He wasn't hesitating over the sixty million—he was worried about the next dish.

Li Qi had promised him: the main course must not be served.

Only after Song Song Qianhun exited the dance hall did Chi Chi Huiyi continue: "Main course—bring it out, chef!"

Chang Chang Shigui, the owner of the incense shop, solemnly carried a box to the center of the dance floor.

Having spent a lifetime in business, today was the most important day for Chang Chang Shigui; before the grand banquet began,

he had knelt before the Great God's trousers and prayed for two full hours, rehearsing every word he would speak on stage dozens of times.

Now standing before the crowd, he adjusted his breath slightly and spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "The dish I bring today is the Great God's—"

"I'll buy it!" Li Li Banfeng raised his hand.

Chang Chang Shigui hadn't finished his sentence when Li Li Banfeng declared he would buy it.

Chi Chi Huiyi smiled: "Sir, please don't rush—let the chef present the dish before you offer your reward!"

"No need for presentation—no matter the quality, I must buy this dish!"

Chi Chi Huiyi said: "Even if you want to buy, you must wait for the chef to state the price."

"No matter the price, I must buy it."

Chang Chang Shigui said: "Please wait a moment—let me finish describing the dish."

Li Li Banfeng frowned: "What's the meaning of this? Isn't this a grand banquet? I've ordered a dish—why won't you sell it?"

Chi Chi Huiyi froze; Chang Chang Shigui was equally baffled. At grand banquets, the highest bidder always won—how could someone just demand to buy?

The guests around them murmured, some even mocking Li Li Banfeng for not knowing the rules.

"Is this his first time at a grand banquet?"

"Who does he think he is? Thinks he can just buy whatever he wants?"

"Probably some backwater rich fool—used to acting wild, come here to make a fool of himself."

Jin Jin Shunying had imagined the boss might go mad, but never at the end of the banquet—could it be because I didn't win the Shang Masha, and the boss is angry?

Will he punish me severely afterward?

He can beat me all he wants, but he must not fine me.

Li Li Banfeng looked at Chang Chang Shigui: "I'll ask you once—will you sell it or not?"

Chi Chi Huiyi's smile vanished; she was angry now: "Sir, we have our rules. If you come to eat our banquet, you must follow our rules."

"Who cares about your rules?" Li Li Banfeng barked. "Will you sell it or not?"

Chi Chi Huiyi's eyebrows shot up: "You're here to cause trouble!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, dozens of Dark-Energy cultivators surged from around the dance hall.

Hosting a banquet here, Chi Chi Huiyi was no ordinary person—she had dealt with troublemakers before.

She intended to warn Li Li Banfeng, but he was angrier than she was: "You refuse the wine? Then take the punishment! Won't sell, huh? Fine—I won't pay either!"

With that, Li Li Banfeng strode to the center of the dance floor and snatched the box from Chang Chang Shigui's hands.

Chang Chang Shigui stood stunned—Li Li Banfeng moved too fast, and Chi Chi Huiyi hadn't reacted in time.

By the time she recovered, Li Li Banfeng had already seized the wooden box, grabbed Jin Jin Shunying, and rushed toward the dance hall exit.

The guests watched with wide eyes—they were seasoned people, never expecting to witness such a scene at a grand banquet. Had phones been allowed, they would've filmed it.

"Stop him!" Chi Chi Huiyi roared. "Dare to rob me in my own hall? Don't you know who I am, Chi Chi Huiyi?"

"Grab him, beat him to death—I'll take responsibility. All guests here, pay attention:

I, Chi Chi Huiyi, have this temper—if anyone causes trouble on my turf today, I absolutely cannot—I cannot—let him—leave—"

Chi Chi Huiyi's voice grew fainter.

She realized the man wasn't fleeing.

Li Li Banfeng had merely escorted Jin Jin Shunying out of the hall—he had no intention of leaving himself. He wanted to test Chi Chi Huiyi's guards.

Chi Chi Huiyi's dance hall had thirty-five guards, all renowned experts.

In the blink of an eye, Li Li Banfeng knocked down thirty-three of them—only two remained.

These two guards retreated behind Chi Chi Huiyi and pointed at her: "Don't hit us—we answer to her."

Li Li Banfeng looked at Chi Chi Huiyi and smiled: "They answer to you—so you're the one who doesn't want me to leave?"

Chi Chi Huiyi bit her lip: "Well, you—you've come this far, and now you suddenly want to leave? I was just thinking—I'd like to see you off—"

"Fine," Li Li Banfeng said. "You can see me off later." He set Chi Chi Huiyi aside, turned toward the side hall, and unleashed the technique: Sever the Path, Clear the Way.

Inside the side hall, Chu Chu Zikai was speaking with Song Song Qianhun: "Sir, you bid sixty million—how will you pay us? Check or bank transfer?"

Song Song Qianhun paused, then said: "I plan to default."

Chu Chu Zikai blinked: "I didn't understand."

Song Song Qianhun said: "What's hard to understand? I'm not paying you a cent—and I'm taking Shuiyongquan with me."

With that, Song Song Qianhun grabbed Shuiyongquan and turned to leave.

"Squeee!" Chu Chu Zikai emitted a piercing cry, sound waves like feathered arrows striking Song Song Qianhun.

Song Song Qianhun didn't look back—three Sound-Cultivation ghost servants stood behind him and roared in unison toward Chu Chu Zikai.

"Huuu-ming!"

The roar and the cry canceled each other out. Chu Chu Zikai was stunned—he hadn't expected Song Song Qianhun to possess such powerful Sound-Cultivation ghost servants.

The golden-haired man shook his head repeatedly: "In Waizhou, I've never seen such a powerful Spirit-Communicator.

You must be from Pulu Province, right?

Pulu Province is a barbaric, ignorant place—the only thing admirable about them is their respect for contracts. But I never imagined you'd lack even that— Gongran violating a contract at an auction."

As he spoke, a thick brick wall reappeared before Song Song Qianhun, blocking his path.

Song Song Qianhun turned to the golden-haired man: "Are you a Craft-Cultivator?"

The golden-haired man smiled: "That's none of your concern. I don't need to answer your questions. Your duty is to fulfill your promise—pay us sixty million immediately."

Song Song Qianhun shook his head: "I won't give you sixty million all at once. First tell me what sect you're from. I'll give you sixty notes, you bow to me once, and I'll give you another sixty—these are Da Huan Empire banknotes, not silver dollars."

The golden-haired man sighed: "Your childishness and stupidity deeply disappoint me. You make these absurd provocations here only because you have what seems to be a formidable ally."

That ally is a traveling cultivator named Li Qi, who holds high status in Pulu Province and the Outer Provinces—but how much real help do you think he can give you?"

You whispered to each other beneath the dance floor—I saw clearly. Now the dance floor is in chaos, and I can still hear fragments of your conversation. Is this your battle plan? If Li Qi really shows up here, do you think he'll live to leave?"

As his words ended, the wall behind the golden-haired man cracked open—Li Li Banfeng used the Broken Path Opening Technique to carve a passage.

As Li Li Banfeng charged toward the golden-haired man's back, a mass of cement suddenly fell from above, tightly encasing his body.

Struggling inside the cement, Li Li Banfeng laughed: "You want to use a wall-piercing technique? Or a footwork-shifting technique?"

Let me tell you plainly—neither will work. We've met before in Yanlou Village. Do you think we wouldn't prepare specifically for you?"

You're too naive. Now it's time to pay for your arrogance."

The golden-haired man made a pinching motion with his right hand—elegant, oppressive.

The cement compressed rapidly, then hardened, crushing Li Li Banfeng's body.

Plop!

Blood splattered onto the golden-haired man's face—foul, yet sweet.

The foulness made sense. But why sweet?

The golden-haired man didn't understand. He noticed the blood flowing from "Li Li Banfeng" wasn't red—it was white, carrying a unique, fragrant scent.

It smelled like a muskmelon—

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "Taste wrong? What do you think of this flavor?"

Plop!

Tang Dao slashed down, opening a deep gash across the golden-haired man's body—blood gushed out.

Now the taste is right.

The golden-haired man clutched his wound and launched wave after wave of cement-like sludge at Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng dodged easily—these cement blobs moved too slowly.

"Ah, yaya ya!" Chu Chu Zikai chanted a melody, attempting to control Li Li Banfeng's movements.

Song Song Qianhun summoned five ghost servants to harmonize with Chu Chu Zikai, drowning his voice completely.

After evading another round of cement attacks, Li Li Banfeng closed in swiftly, slashing again and again at the golden-haired man.

Why use a blade at all? Why not use a technique?

Because Li Li Banfeng had noticed the old man's weakness.

This golden-haired man excelled at creating walls and cement. In a confined space, fighting such an enemy with Walking Through Flowers or Crushing Ten Thousand Rivers was unsuitable—any misstep would trap his feet in the old man's techniques.

In this situation, slashing with a blade was most practical. Li Li Banfeng wielded his sickle, Tang Dao, and pendulum, relentlessly chopping at the golden-haired elder.

The elder was covered in wounds, desperate to unleash a technique—but never found an opening.

"Let's… let's talk, talk—we'll give you the Wound Demon Corpse, free of charge—" Under the blade's edge, the golden-haired elder struggled to negotiate.

Li Li Banfeng's blade never paused: "Giving the Wound Demon Corpse isn't enough. Can you give me your lives?"

"Our lives? No—"

"Then no deal."

Chu Chu Zikai tried to rush to save the elder, but Song Song Qianhun gave him no chance.

Among Song Song Qianhun's men were many Wu Xiu—all expert blade users, and any object they picked up could serve as a blade.

The battle raged fiercely; bricks and tiles littered the ground. Dozens of ghost servants snatched up broken bricks and rubble, surrounding Chu Chu Zikai.

Chu Chu Zikai changed his pitch and sang his most familiar song: "Guokui."

The "Guokui" had immense destructive power. Even Song Song Qianhun's five vocal cultivator ghost servants singing together couldn't withstand it. The Wu Xiu ghost servants near Song Song Qianhun grew hazy—their souls destabilized under the vocal technique's damage.

Li Li Banfeng wanted to use a vocal technique to throw Chu Chu Zikai off-key, but the golden-haired elder was no easy opponent—he swiftly erected a wall and tried to drag Chu Chu Zikai away.

Li Li Banfeng dared not divert his attention—he pierced through the wall, activated his magic treasure, and continued fighting the elder.

Chu Chu Zikai opened his throat, producing the voices of hundreds—melodies shifting endlessly, rhythms erratic and uneven—preparing to shatter all of Song Song Qianhun's ghost servants.

The Threaded Earrings blocked Li Li Banfeng's ears with smoke, buying him temporary resistance.

On the dance floor, banquet guests suffered terribly. Through the passage Li Li Banfeng had opened, everyone could hear Chu Chu Zikai's singing.

Those with low cultivation bled from the ears and collapsed into unconsciousness.

Those with slightly higher cultivation went mad, fighting those around them.

Chi Chi Huiyi clutched a subordinate's head and bit off a guard's ear.

Jin Jin Shunying was lucky—Li Li Banfeng had thrown her out of the dance floor before attacking, giving her a chance to escape.

The rest had no thought of fleeing—they were tormented to the brink of death by Chu Chu Zikai's vocal technique.

But Chu Chu Zikai's goal wasn't to torment them—he aimed to defeat this powerful demon cultivator.

He didn't know the cultivator's origins, but he knew his Thousand Voices Steal Soul technique could destroy all of a demon cultivator's ghost servants.

Without ghost servants, a demon cultivator posed no threat. Chu Chu Zikai held victory in his grasp.

"I am your Guokui—even if you forget everything about me, never forget this familiar fragrance—" Chu Chu Zikai sang louder, his voice growing more heroic. A love song was turning into a battle hymn.

Song Song Qianhun made no special countermove—he released ten ghost servants to sing alongside Chu Chu Zikai.

"Scatter some green onion, to memorialize our ending love, 【156】 The green onion clings to your teeth—just like your pungent sincerity!"

The scallion greens cling to your teeth, just like your pungent sincerity!

These ghost servants altered the lyrics—into something deeply evocative.

Chu Chu Zikai paused, stunned. He didn't care about the lyric changes—he cared about the song's penetration. More precisely, the technique's penetration.

These ten new ghost servants Song Song Qianhun sent out all possessed vocal cultivation techniques. Were they all vocal cultivators?

How could a demon cultivator have so many vocal cultivator ghost servants?

Chu Chu Zikai increased his volume, drowning out the ghost servants' voices again.

Song Song Qianhun sent another batch of ghost servants.

Excluding the Wu Xiu surrounding Chu Chu Zikai, over fifty ghost servants were present—all with vocal cultivation techniques, drowning Chu Chu Zikai's song in a tidal wave of sound.

This was impossible.

How many ghost servants could a demon cultivator control? This man summoned fifty—all from the same sect—far beyond Chu Chu Zikai's comprehension.

Song Song Qianhun's face remained expressionless: "Great singer, let's make a bet—see whether my ghost servants are stronger, or your cultivation is."

Chu Chu Zikai raised his pitch, weaving words into his song: "With just these ghost servants, you dare to bet against me? You overestimate yourself."

"These aren't enough?" Song Song Qianhun sent another twenty vocal cultivator ghost servants to sing against Chu Chu Zikai.

Chu Chu Zikai nearly choked—how many vocal cultivators did this man have?

Song Song Qianhun said: "Still not enough? I have more."

He sent another twenty vocal cultivators, continuing the duet.

Chu Chu Zikai choked—but he couldn't hear his own voice. The opposing chorus was too loud.

Song Song Qianhun said: "We Du to the end today—no one leaves."

He released another twenty vocal cultivator ghost servants.

Song Song Qianhun's battle tactic was as crude as his pricing—he used one hundred and ten ghost servants' voices,

completely drowning out Chu Chu Zikai's song.

Li Li Banfeng, watching nearby, was also astonished—he carefully compared Song Song Qianhun's strength with Gui Gui Jianchou's.

Song Song Qianhun was still a Land God. Gui Gui Jianchou's cultivation had surpassed the Land God range. Logically, Gui Gui Jianchou should be stronger than Song Song Qianhun.

But could Gui Gui Jianchou summon a hundred vocal cultivator ghost servants?

How many ghost servants did Song Song Qianhun truly have?

Could it be a thousand?

After drowning Chu Chu Zikai's song, Song Song Qianhun didn't change tactics—he summoned another hundred Wu Xiu ghost servants to surround Chu Chu Zikai.

The tactic was this simple—and it worked.

Song Song Qianhun's resources were too vast!

Chu Chu Zikai's vocal technique was fully nullified, trapped in a circle of enemies. He had no better strategy—his body was slashed repeatedly, his consciousness dimming, his combat ability fading fast.

Song Song Qianhun murmured: "Small bets may not profit, but big bets never lose. Grand bets never fail. Today, let you see my true strength."

The golden-haired elder was also wounded by Li Li Banfeng—badly. At this point, he could only activate all the divine gifts granted to him, unleashing his strongest techniques.

He took a knife and severed his own left arm from the shoulder downward.

The arm fell to the ground and instantly turned into a pool of sludge.

This was a sacrifice ritual—Li Li Banfeng had seen similar methods in the Dark Star Bureau's archives.

The sludge multiplied, layer upon layer, soon forming a black-green castle.

Though called a castle, it seemed small—only two meters high, five meters wide, three meters deep from front to back.

Yet calling it a model was too small.

And this was no illusion—the massive castle burst through the side hall, slowly tearing through the dance hall's ceiling.

The castle lowered its drawbridge, opened its gates, and unleashed a torrent of power.

Li Li Banfeng and Chu Chu Zikai both retreated. Though no auspicious omen warned them, this was the instinct of experts avoiding danger.

The power didn't pull Li Li Banfeng or Song Song Qianhun—it sucked Chu Chu Zikai and the golden-haired elder inside.

Li Li Banfeng moved to follow into the castle, but Song Song Qianhun blocked him: "Don't be reckless. This castle is too sinister. Once inside, we'll be at a disadvantage."

Li Li Banfeng gradually sensed the castle's peril—but he didn't want to let Chu Chu Zikai go.

He was still pondering how to breach the castle when the gates slammed shut, the drawbridge rose, and layers of flame encircled the walls.

Under the searing heat of the flames, the city wall began slowly hardening.

Song Song Qianhun realized the opponent's intent: "They're trying to escape!"

Li Li Banfeng pulled out a music box and played a Western lullaby from the distant past; the gentle melody, combined with the music box's unique timbre, caused the flames surrounding the wall to gradually die down, and the wall's hardening slowed rapidly.

This was a Sleep Cultivator's technique—the music box couldn't make Chu Chu Zikai or the golden-haired elder fall asleep, but she had successfully put the entire earthen castle to sleep.

Meanwhile, Song Song Qianhun had dispatched thirty Work Cultivator puppets, who were now dismantling the castle; a section of the northern wall had already been completely torn down.

The golden-haired elder inside the castle hoped it would awaken quickly, but his own strength was insufficient: "Child, you must help me—we must work together to move this castle."

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Chu Chu Zikai struggled to speak: "How can I help you? I don't know how to move this castle."

"You don't need to know the method—you only need to do one thing: focus your spirit, use your will to aid this castle in evading the sleeper's control."

Chu Chu Zikai tried to concentrate, but as his blood drained, his thoughts grew increasingly scattered, and he gradually slipped into a half-comatose state.

As a result, he could offer no help to the golden-haired elder.

Under Song Song Qianhun's control, the Work Cultivator ghosts had dug through half the castle; Chu Chu Zikai's figure now emerged from within.

The golden-haired elder whispered into Chu Chu Zikai's ear: "Child, goodbye."

The castle split into two halves; one half remained in place, while the other vanished suddenly.

The golden-haired elder concentrated all his power into the half-remaining castle, and its movement speed increased dramatically.

After much exploration, Li Li Banfeng reached a conclusion: whether in Pulu Province or the Outer Provinces, nothing simply vanished into thin air.

What appeared as disappearance was merely visual invisibility, for many possible reasons—perhaps an illusion technique,

or perhaps the opponent moved too swiftly to be captured by the eye, or perhaps they entered a hidden space or even an Anwei space.

Li Li Banfeng scanned the area with Jin Jing Jinjing Qiuhao, but saw no trace of the castle—this largely ruled out the use of an illusion technique.

As for the opponent moving at extreme speed, that was implausible: this castle was a solid object; such a massive, solid structure moving at high speed would inevitably cause severe disruption to its surroundings—the most obvious sign being the destruction of buildings along its path.

Since it wasn't an illusion, nor speed, it proved they had hidden within some kind of space.

Li Li Banfeng considered using the Green Water Bow's basin to probe, but now was not the right moment—Song Song Qianhun was still here.

He dragged the unconscious Chu Chu Zikai out of the half-castle, took a pill from one of the ghosts' hands, and shoved it into Chu Chu Zikai's mouth.

After swallowing the pill, Chu Chu Zikai quickly regained consciousness, but he could not use any techniques, and his body could only move within a limited range.

In the dance hall, several guests were still grappling with each other; the residual effects of the Sound Cultivator technique had not yet faded.

Li Li Banfeng retracted his Broken Path Clearing Technique; the wall between the side hall and the dance hall "healed," and the passage vanished.

Song Song Qianhun dragged Chu Chu Zikai to Li Li Banfeng's side: "Do you want this man?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "Yes. I came here specifically for him."

"If you want him, pay me, and take him," Song Song Qianhun extended his hand toward Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng didn't quite understand, and politely said: "Elder, name your price."

"Don't play dumb!" Song Song Qianhun snapped. "Where's my thing?"

Only then did Li Li Banfeng remember: Song Song Qianhun wasn't asking for money—he wanted pants.

He quickly pulled the pants from his pocket and handed them over: "Do you still want that chest?"

Song Song Qianhun shook his head: "No need for the chest—I'll compensate Old Chang later. He's had a hard enough time already."

As he spoke, Song Song Qianhun glanced at Shui Shui Yongquan and sighed: "How did it come to this?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "He used the Washing Heart and Purifying Thoughts technique to erase his own memories—I don't know if he can be saved."

Song Song Qianhun unchained Shui Shui Yongquan; freed from restraint, Shui Shui Yongquan instinctively moved his joints.

"There's still hope," that single movement gave Song Song Qianhun a glimmer of hope: "The cleansing wasn't complete—there should still be a way to recover his memories. Old Shui is clever—he likely left himself a backdoor."

"If his memories return, can his cultivation base be restored too?"

"There's a chance—but—" Song Song Qianhun fell silent for a moment, holding back words he didn't wish to speak outright.

Li Li Banfeng said: "Are you afraid Shui Shui Yongquan will drag you down?"

"Drag me down? Not exactly—but in Tiemenbao, you know this place, and you know these people—I can't afford to draw too much attention."

Li Li Banfeng understood Song Song Qianhun's meaning.

Tiemenbao connects Pulu Province and the Outer Provinces.

The people of Tiemenbao are too simple-minded; the strongest among them are a group of Yu Zhaixiu with minimal contact with the outside world.

To hold Tiemenbao, Song Song Qianhun must act discreetly.

"Elder, rest assured—I'll take care of Brother Shui. I'll place him somewhere suitable."

Song Song Qianhun gave a slight nod: "I do feel a bond with you, but some things still trouble me."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Elder, I swear I won't reveal today's events—not even the pants incident. If you still can't rest easy, let's make a wager—I'll try my best to lose to you."

Song Song Qianhun was displeased: "That's not the right way to say it. What do you mean 'try your best to lose'? Is it really that hard?"

Let's not gamble. I truly value our connection—let's become sworn brothers."

Li Li Banfeng slapped his chest: "Song Qianhun, I accept you as my brother—I'll be your elder brother from now on!"

"Why should you be the elder brother? How old are you? I'm not joking around—this is a serious blood oath."

"Fine, you be the elder," Li Li Banfeng looked around, "I didn't prepare anything."

Song Song Qianhun said: "I have everything ready—incense, candles, yellow paper."

The two swore an oath on the spot and became sworn brothers.

Song Song Qianhun took the pants and left Yanlou Village, feeling considerably lighter.

Ban Zhong was puzzled: "What were you thinking? Becoming sworn brothers with a junior? Wouldn't people laugh themselves to death if they found out?"

"Laugh at me?" Song Song Qianhun snorted. "Small bets may not pay, but big ones never lose—I never lose a high-stakes gamble. This brotherhood is no loss. Who's truly the gambling master? Let's wait and see!"

Song Song Qianhun left. Li Li Banfeng pulled out the basin and probed the surrounding Anwei space—but the basin remained unresponsive.

Could it be a hidden space? Perhaps Lao Luo's equipment could test it.

Chu Chu Zikai, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and prepared to activate a technique.

Li Li Banfeng stomped on his mouth and opened the door of his Portable Dwelling: "Save your strength—don't talk yet. I have many questions for you."

PS: Where should Shui Shui Yongquan be placed?

Gratitude to patron sskgg for their tremendous support—Yumian Shala bows deeply.