Chapter 233

Seeking help? Asking for a public verdict?

Seeing the casino enforcers—who had once been bears but were now quails—shivering beside him, he knew he couldn't count on them.

These people were at most Acquired Realm, only strongarming ordinary folks; faced with true Wu Lin masters, they were nothing but marked men awaiting execution.

What about Zhou Zhou Bapi's wager?

To hell with it!

Xuan Yuan San Guang avoided Zhou Zhou Bapi because he upheld the gambling code: lose, and accept it.

But if truly pushed to the brink, with his Grandmaster cultivation, killing the other would be like slaughtering a chicken.

Yet Jiang Sishui had no intention of letting him go: "Stop."

Xuan Yuan San Guang halted reluctantly and said coldly: "What do you want?"

"I said three rounds. This is only the first. Where are you going?"

"I'm not gambling with you anymore!"

"That won't do. Words spoken are water spilled—how can you go back on your word? Don't you hold me in contempt?"

"What if I insist on leaving?"

"Then guess what consequences you'll face."

"Ha, threatening me? You really think I'm a coward afraid of death?"

"Perhaps not. But if you take one more step forward, I'll flay you alive, sprinkle sweet water and salt into your wounds, then place you beside an ant nest. Do you believe me?"

Jiang Sishui spoke in the most ordinary tone, uttering the most horrifying words—Xuan Yuan San Guang's every hair stood on end.

Thinking of that terrifying scene, he shuddered violently.

The onlookers were equally chilled, feeling a coldness surge from their tailbones straight to Chongdingliang Sect, all staring at Jiang Sishui as if he were a living hell-lord.

With no other choice, Xuan Yuan San Guang turned back and sat down unwillingly.

Jiang Sishui smiled slightly and asked: "This time, you go first or I go first?"

Xuan Yuan San Guang pushed the gambling tools forward and said slowly: "This time, we compare total dice points—the higher total wins, the lower total loses!"

Jiang Sishui nodded and reached to shake the dice cup, but Xuan Yuan San Guang stopped him.

He reiterated: "We agreed—higher total wins, lower total loses! Don't you dare cheat or renege later!"

Jiang Sishui sighed: "Fine~ higher total wins, lower total loses. I've remembered. Happy?"

Hearing Jiang Sishui repeat it aloud, Xuan Yuan San Guang relaxed, then asked: "What's the stake this round? You decide."

Jiang Sishui pointed at Xuan Yuan San Guang's chest: "Your lungs."

"Lungs?!" Xuan Yuan San Guang's face changed.

"Correct. Whoever loses must dig out their own lungs," Jiang Sishui said calmly.

Dig out your lungs?

Could you even survive?!

Xuan Yuan San Guang's expression turned Solemn, and the crowd erupted in murmurs.

This was a life-or-death wager.

Looking into Jiang Sishui's still, unrippled eyes, Xuan Yuan San Guang knew there was no retreat—he gritted his teeth: "Fine! I wager my lungs! Whoever loses, digs them out!"

Jiang Sishui nodded, then casually shook the dice cup and slammed it onto the table.

Amid the crowd's held breath, the cup was lifted.

Three, five, six—fourteen points!

The crowd stirred—fourteen points, higher than either of the two had rolled before.

If no cheating occurred, Jiang Sishui's odds of winning were extremely high.

Xuan Yuan San Guang's face darkened slightly; he slowly took the gambling tools and gave Jiang Sishui a long, deep look.

Then it was his turn to roll.

Jiang Sishui lifted his eyelids—he sensed the flow of Qi.

Xuan Yuan San Guang declared confidently: "Our rules never forbid using Qi."

Jiang Sishui stared at him for two breaths, then smiled: "A fall teaches wisdom—you've grown clever."

Xuan Yuan San Guang gave a cold smile but said nothing.

He never expected to force Jiang Sishui to dig out his own lungs after winning—that was utterly unrealistic.

He only wanted to win this round, to seize the initiative, or at least escape this living hell-lord's grasp.

Crack!

A sharp snap—Xuan Yuan San Guang slammed the dice cup onto the table.

Everyone stared.

But now they knew he cheated, so they saw no suspense in the outcome—only anticipation for how Jiang Sishui would respond.

True enough, when Xuan Yuan San Guang lifted the cup, eighteen vivid crimson dots filled their vision.

Three sixes!

Winner and loser were crystal clear.

Xuan Yuan San Guang narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at Jiang Sishui—silent.

All was understood without words.

All eyes turned to Jiang Sishui, waiting to hear what he would say.

Jiang Sishui fell silent for a moment, then sighed as if filled with profound regret: "This round—I lose."

Ren Yingying and Zhu Qiqi exchanged glances, both stunned.

The crowd also looked bewildered, exchanging confused stares—no one had expected Jiang Sishui to surrender so directly.

Why aren't you arguing back? Did you change your nature?

Xuan Yuan San Guang froze for a moment, then was overjoyed, and couldn't help asking again: "You concede?"

Jiang Sishui said calmly: "Losing is losing — what's there to be afraid of admitting?"

Xuan Yuan San Guang excitedly leaped up from his chair and shouted: "Good, good, good! Since that's the case, then you—"

"Then you might as well dig out your lungs." A voice cut in, picking up the thread.

Huh?

Who stole my line?

No, wait — although I really want to say that, I clearly can't actually say it, otherwise wouldn't that just be asking for death (damn it)?

A series of doubts instantly surfaced in Xuan Yuan San Guang's mind, but when he followed the sound and looked over, his heart suddenly gave a jolt.

A bad premonition surged into his heart.

Because the one speaking was, remarkably, Jiang Sishui.

"You—" Xuan Yuan San Guang pointed at Jiang Sishui in disbelief, then pointed at himself: "Are you talking to me?"

Jiang Sishui nodded.

"You want me to dig out my lungs?"

Jiang Sishui nodded again.

"You want me to dig out my own lungs?"

Jiang Sishui still nodded.

"I'll shove your lungs up your—!"

Xuan Yuan San Guang could stand it no longer and completely exploded, jabbing a finger and furiously cursing: "You've already conceded, and you still want me to dig out my lungs? What kind of bullshit logic is that?!"

"Under heaven there actually exists a shameless bastard like you who refuses to see reason — is there still justice? Is there still law? Where is fairness?!"

259 The highest realm of gambling: wolf-heart-dog-lungs

Xuan Yuan San Guang was so worked up that spittle flew everywhere; Jiang Sishui silently released his true Qi and blasted it away.

Jiang Sishui unhurriedly said: "You're wrong. I'm the most reasonable person there is."

"You're reasonable?" Xuan Yuan San Guang laughed from sheer anger: "Fine, tell me — what damn kind of reason are you talking about?"

Jiang Sishui looked at Xuan Yuan San Guang, and that detestable smile that made him want to stamp a shoe-sole print on his face appeared once more — then a single sentence completely broke his defenses—

"Did I ever say that the loser has to accept punishment? Why can't it be the winner? Who… made up this rule?"

"Pfft!"

Xuan Yuan San Guang stood dumbfounded for a while, then directly spat out a mouthful of old blood and fell backward on the spot.

He had been angered into a faint by Jiang Sishui, plain and simple.

Jiang Sishui, however, considerately flicked out a finger-gale of force and woke him back up.