Chapter 56: Flipping the Table

The third die quickly came to a stop, showing exactly four red dots.

Four is naturally larger than three, so Yu Liancheng won one thousand taels of silver.

For Yu Liancheng, one thousand taels of silver really counted for nothing. But in reality, for an ordinary person, this was truly a massive fortune that could allow a person to live happily for a very long time.

The gambling game began again, and Yu Liancheng bet another ten thousand taels of silver.

Of course, he was a newcomer, so ten thousand taels of silver could only be treated as one thousand taels.

Yu Liancheng's luck today seemed exceptionally good; every time he threw, it was exactly one point larger than the dealer's.

Not too much, and not too little.

So even though he only bet "one thousand taels" each time, he had already won quite a lot.

The sour scholar acting as the dealer was surprisingly calm; although he had lost quite a bit, his expression remained unchanged, and there wasn't even a single bead of sweat.

Yu Liancheng had also discovered that although this group bet heavily, they were not very skilled; they neither knew how to find an opening nor how to use sleight of hand.

Not to mention an old hand like him, anyone who understood even the most basic techniques could come here to gamble and be sure to return with a full load.

That very young man with two thin mustaches suddenly leaned over and said with a smile, "Friend, your luck is truly excellent."

Yu Liancheng nodded: "It is indeed quite good."

The mustache smiled: "Since that's the case, why don't you bet all your money at once and win a big one in a single round."

Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "It is better to be a bit more cautious in life; if you lose, there is still room for recovery."

"This is a great opportunity to win money; when luck comes, you can't stop it, you have to seize the moment." The mustache stroked his mustache and smiled: "It's only a few tens of thousands of taels of silver, friend, surely you aren't afraid?"

As he said this, the beauty in the sleeping robe nearby had already cast her enchanting eyes over.

In fact, the moment he entered the Shuige, Yu Liancheng had already noticed this beauty in the sleeping robe.

Women worth his attention were usually not too ugly.

She was taller than the average man, with a slender figure and soft lines, and her whole body radiated an irresistible charm.

In her cat-like eyes flashed a sea-green light, appearing cold and intelligent, yet carrying an indescribable sense of laziness, as if she were already weary of life.

Being watched by such a woman, no man would dare admit he was timid, because that was harder than killing them. In front of a beautiful woman, most men would become very bold and generous.

Yu Liancheng was also such a man; he chuckled and, sure enough, piled all his stacks of silver notes onto the table.

This time, the dealer rolled a "six-six-three"; Yu Liancheng threw his casually, the first two were both sixes, and the last one was still spinning.

Yu Liancheng stretched out two fingers and placed them on the table; his fingers were slender, fair, and his knuckles were distinct. As long as he wished for the die to stop on a certain number, it would be that number.

He still wanted a four.

Four is larger than three.

Not too much, and not too little.

"Brother, it looks like you are going to win this round again." The mustache leaned over again with a smile on his face; he seemed very close to Yu Liancheng, and his right hand had already lightly patted toward Yu Liancheng's shoulder in a friendly manner.

But Yu Liancheng did not dare let him pat him at all.

Because the mustache practiced the legendary Bone-Melting Cotton Palm, and the palm he was striking with contained the force of the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm.

This kind of palm force was sinister and terrifying, and extremely difficult to master. Once mastered, if one struck a person with it, the victim would be completely unaware, but once the palm force took effect, the entire body's bones would become as soft as cotton, making life worse than death.

Although Yu Liancheng's "Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art" had already reached a very profound realm, he was unwilling to easily take this sinister and terrifying Bone-Melting Cotton Palm head-on. His body tilted, and he dodged it nimbly.

And just at the moment he dodged, the white-haired old man, who looked like a scholar well-versed in poetry and books, suddenly flicked a strand of finger wind, hitting the die with a "chi" sound.

The die stopped, and the number was two.

Two is naturally smaller than three.

—So Yu Liancheng lost.

The sour scholar acting as the dealer revealed a mocking smile and coldly blocked Yu Liancheng: "You lost."

This was a setup they had all four conspired to create, first letting Yu Liancheng win a few rounds to make him let his guard down. Then they used a provocation to make him bet all his silver notes, finally winning everything clean.

They had succeeded.

They had originally thought the young man in black was someone brought in by Xiao Laotou and would be somewhat different, so they had prepared several plans, but they hadn't expected the other party to fall into the trap so easily.

Yu Liancheng said: "Oh?"

The crowd was stunned for a moment; they thought that even if Yu Liancheng wouldn't be furious, he certainly wouldn't be this calm, as if nothing had happened at all.

The sour scholar pondered for a moment and said: "A bet is a bet; these silver notes are now mine."

After speaking, he had already swept the silver notes toward himself.

Yu Liancheng did not stop him, but suddenly sighed.

"Don't you understand? A gambling game is never about the size of the dice. I am willing to gamble with you, that is your honor. If I am not willing to gamble with you, then your table will be overturned, and you will meet with great misfortune."

After speaking, Yu Liancheng kicked the wooden table; the solid table weighing over a hundred catties whistled out, smashing toward the sour scholar acting as the dealer with terrifying speed and momentum, scattering jewelry and silver notes all over the floor.

The sour scholar was terrified, letting out a thunderous shout; his Primordial Qi surged, his robes puffed up, and at the same time, he punched out.

Bang!

In an instant, the entire wooden table was smashed to pieces.

The sour scholar's face flushed red, and he retreated repeatedly, his heavy footsteps landing on the bluestone floor, the sound of cracking and shattering echoing incessantly.

His Primordial Qi skill was already eight or nine parts refined; the seemingly hard stone table was actually no different from a piece of tofu under his hands.

But the sharp and massive Qi force carried by the table caught him off guard.

Having finally managed to calm his Qi and Blood, the sour scholar's gaze became as sharp as a knife: "Why, is this guest unable to afford a loss?"

"It is truly unnecessary to resort to violence over this little bit of silver." The old scholar stood to the side, revealing a hint of wariness.

He naturally knew the sour scholar's strength, but to be bested before the fight had even truly begun meant this young man in black's martial arts cultivation could not be underestimated.

The mustache stroked his mustache and smiled: "That's right, if you are really short on money, I can lend it to you; after all, we are friends."

"Sorry, you misunderstood."

Yu Liancheng stood up abruptly, his massive aura leaking out without any concealment, as if he were a great mountain, towering into the clouds, dangerous and peerless in the world. It was also as if he were a Divine Sword unsheathed, his Sword Qi soaring into the heavens, brilliant and magnificent.

"I am here to rob you; hand over all your silver and banknotes, otherwise I will have to kill the hostage."