Twenty thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones were the reserves of a sect among the Ten Great Supreme Hierarchies, such as the Tyrant Saber Gate.

One hundred and ninety thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones—this was an astronomical sum, even for an entire civilization. Even a figure like the Son of the Sword, with so many people assisting him, did not possess this quantity of Arrow-grade Spirit Stones. Yet, a few others—like Tong Yun-Chou, who held the great authority of the Copper Civilization, and the Wasteland Imperial Scion—also wielded immense power and had brought forth nearly all their personal savings, all for the sake of this single gamble.

This time, the goal was to ensnare the Emperor Scion of Violent Law and "Li Taishi" within the net.

This earth-shattering game had begun; this monumental wager was about to reveal its result.

The entire Isle of Gambling Immortals fell silent.

The first to reveal his card was the Moon-Dwelling Buddha. His hand was a pair of Human Cards, meaning two Red Eights. This was already an astonishingly high hand, no wonder the Moon-Dwelling Buddha dared to wager so boldly. However, few hands in existence could surpass the Red Eights. Among all possible hands, only three pairs could beat this, but the probability of drawing three pairs was minuscule, truly minuscule.

The second to reveal his card was the Martial-Motion Emperor Scion. He held an Eight. An Eight was usually a strong card, but compared to this pair of Human Cards—the Red Eights—it was significantly weaker. The Martial-Motion Emperor Scion managed a wry smile: "The hand isn't great, but since you all wish to play, I'll humor you for a couple of rounds, just to make it interesting." Of course, he spoke politely, but without the immediate hype of the crowd, how could a single hand worth one hundred and ninety thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones have been spurred? The stakes were breathtakingly high.

The third to reveal his card was the Wasteland Imperial Scion. He possessed one-tenth of the power from his Gamble Avatar. The card revealed was a pair of Tens, known as Double Plum. While not as high as the Double Eights, it was still considerably potent.

Of the three who revealed their cards, two held pairs.

Pairs were fundamentally the strongest category in Pai Gow. It was astonishing that they dared to continue playing with such high cards.

The Moon-Dwelling Buddha smiled faintly: "Amitabha, it seems this old monk is destined to win these one hundred and ninety thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones."

"Hold on." The Emperor Scion of Violent Law laughed heartily: "I have Double Earth." He lifted his hand and displayed a pair of Twos. A pair of Twos is called Double Earth, which ranks slightly higher than the pair of Eights, Double Harmony. In normal circumstances, it was nearly impossible to get a hand higher than Double Earth; it was close to the ultimate hand.

Everyone had thought the previous hands were high enough, yet now Double Earth had appeared.

The Emperor Scion of Violent Law roared with laughter, preparing to sweep up the one hundred and ninety thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones. Even for an Emperor Scion like him, this sum constituted a massive fortune.

Rich! Truly rich!

With this many Celestial-grade Spirit Stones, he could purchase countless Grimoires of the Mystical Arts, acquire divine artifacts, and buy all sorts of treasures. Although it was a pipe dream to ascend to the Civilization Realm with this wealth, he could certainly use it to enhance his reputation and significantly boost his combat prowess.

One hundred and ninety thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones! A king's ransom!

Just as the Emperor Scion of Violent Law was about to claim the stones, Tong Yun-Chou smiled faintly: "Wait a moment. I haven't turned over my cards yet."

The Emperor Scion of Violent Law sneered: "To beat my Double Earth, you'd need to show Double Arrow. Double Heaven is virtually the highest hand, but those Arrow cards are notoriously difficult to draw."

Tong Yun-Chou, unhurried, revealed his first card: a Heaven Card.

The atmosphere instantly tightened. The Emperor Scion of Violent Law stared anxiously at Tong Yun-Chou's hand. Unflustered, Tong Yun-Chou revealed his second card: another Heaven Card.

Double Heaven! Virtually the highest hand.

Unexpectedly, Tong Yun-Chou held Double Heaven! The color drained from the Emperor Scion of Violent Law's face!

As the saying goes: Heaven, Earth, Human, Harmony. A pair of Heavens trumps a pair of Earths, which trumps a pair of Humans, which trumps a pair of Harmonies. The highest card Tong Yun-Chou held—Heaven—was superior to Earth, which was superior to Human.

Tong Yun-Chou calmly fanned himself with his feather fan. The Emperor Scion of Violent Law had fallen into the snare, caught like a fly in a spider's web, held firmly in his grasp. Next should be Li Taishi, Tong Yun-Chou thought. Li Taishi likely held a pair of Harmonies, which, though large, was doomed to be swallowed.

Li Taishi was also in the net.

The last unrevealed hand in this monumental gamble belonged to Li Taishi. However, regardless of whether Li Taishi revealed a winning hand or not, this round seemed settled. The pair of Double Heavens was simply too immense.

But no matter what, this earth-shattering wager had to determine a victor.

All eyes turned toward "Li Taishi," who then proceeded to flip his own cards.

The first card: Little King!

Without giving Tong Yun-Chou and the others much time to prepare, the second card was revealed: the second card, Big King!

Big King and Little King—Double Kings, also known as the Supreme Treasure!

This Supreme Treasure hand consisted of a Three (Ding San) and a Four (Er Si). These two cards, individually, were extremely low value—unlike the Heaven Cards, which were inherently massive. But the combination of Ding San and Er Si forming the Supreme Treasure could overpower the supreme Heaven Cards. Indeed, Tong Yun-Chou's pair of Heavens could suppress every other hand, but it could not crush the Supreme Treasure formed by these two small cards, Ding San and Er Si.

Supreme Treasure, the Treasure of Supremacy!

The ultimate hand!

This was the Supreme Treasure!

Lu Yuan calmly looked at Tong Yun-Chou. Lu Yuan noticed that in that very instant, even Tong Yun-Chou’s expression flickered slightly. This old fox had maintained an unreadable countenance until now, and only now did it change. Lu Yuan glanced at the Wasteland Imperial Scion, the Martial-Motion Emperor Scion, the Moon-Dwelling Buddha, and the Son of the Sword; their faces displayed expressions of utter disbelief.

This felt absolutely exhilarating! Winning one hundred and ninety thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones was inherently satisfying, intensely so.

But watching the expressions of those who thought they had certainly won only to lose at the last moment—that was satisfaction to the extreme.

Lu Yuan smiled faintly: "It seems my luck was quite good this time. Thank you, thank you all." He promptly swept up the one hundred and eighty thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones from the table. The Emperor Scion of Violent Law had shorted the initial bet by ten thousand, which hadn't been placed on the table. Lu Yuan smiled lightly: "Remember, you don't have to repay this ten thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones, but you owe me a favor." The Emperor Scion of Violent Law was, in a way, his brother-in-law. Letting him owe a favor now meant Lu Yuan could call it in when needed later. In truth, though Lu Yuan appeared calm on the surface, he was incredibly thrilled internally.

He had just earned one hundred and eighty thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones! He had started with only five hundred Celestial-grade Spirit Stones.

Five hundred versus one hundred and eighty thousand! What a colossal difference.

Lu Yuan was ecstatic!

He had never profited so much in his life. Lu Yuan realized that his previous gains from battles and seizing spoils of war felt utterly insignificant. The most he had ever won before was a few hundred Celestial-grade Spirit Stones. To instantly gain one hundred and eighty thousand—this was an astonishing feat.

How long did normal accumulation require for the Accumulation Realm? Honestly, with this much Celestial-grade Spirit Stone wealth, true accumulation felt unnecessary. Lu Yuan had effectively skipped tens of thousands of years of normal progression in one fell swoop.

At this moment, many people on the Isle of Gambling Immortals looked at Lu Yuan, this Li Taishi, with envy. They noted that Li Taishi's cultivation seemed unremarkable. They planned to track him down once he left the Isle of Gambling Immortals to kill him and seize the treasure—those one hundred and eighty thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones. A mere thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones could trigger bloody ambushes; eighteen thousand surely guaranteed murderous mayhem. Of course, if they truly came for him, Lu Yuan would be overjoyed. While there were masters among them, none could surpass the tier of the Vice Master of the Confucian Civilization, so he was perfectly safe.

This gamble of one hundred and eighty thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones was indeed immense. Tong Yun-Chou was the first to regain his composure. The Wasteland Imperial Scion, the Martial-Motion Emperor Scion, the Moon-Dwelling Buddha, and the Son of the Sword all stared at Lu Yuan for a long time, trying to memorize Li Taishi's face. The Emperor Scion of Violent Law, having had his ten thousand stone debt forgiven, also felt a degree of goodwill toward Lu Yuan: "Brother Li, if we leave the island, follow me. With the Emperor Scion of the Ancient Law Civilization by your side, who would dare cause trouble?"

Lu Yuan smiled: "That won't be necessary. I have my own means of self-preservation, but thank you for the offer, Emperor Scion of Violent Law."

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Lu Yuan quickly realized he had no one left to gamble against. After his match with Tong Yun-Chou and the others, he had earned another twenty thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones, bringing his total to two hundred thousand. Having won so much consecutively, everyone else refused to gamble with him. He had no opponent left.

Truly an unrivaled master, experiencing the loneliness of the supreme.

The original Lu Yuan had won many battles, but being this undefeated and lonely in a casino was a first.

Just then, Lu Yuan spotted someone.

This person wore an Ink Jade Qilin Battle Robe, with a rugged face exuding an aura of profound, untamed martial might. The Son of the Wasteland! The Child of the Era! Lu Yuan certainly remembered the Son of the Wasteland vividly; just recently, he had nearly died at the Son of the Wasteland's hands. His Nourishing Immortal Sword was currently trapped by the Son of the Wasteland and unusable.

The moment Lu Yuan saw the Son of the Wasteland, a surge of anger rose in his chest.

The Son of the Wasteland looked at Lu Yuan: "I hear you've won quite a bit. How about a game for one hundred thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones?" The Son of the Wasteland was indeed the Son of the Wasteland; his opening stake was one hundred thousand Celestial-grade Spirit Stones, completely overshadowing the Son of the Sword. But the Son of the Wasteland inherently surpassed the Son of the Sword. He proposed this because he was the anchor figure of the Isle of Gambling Immortals; his power rested solely on his unparalleled luck as the Child of the Era.

Lu Yuan assessed the situation. Even with his three-tenths and five-tenths Gamble Avatar, he didn't stand much chance against the Son of the Wasteland. He likely had a fifty percent chance of winning. This Son of the Wasteland was formidable. While his gambling artifacts might not surpass Lu Yuan's, his combination of luck and decent artifacts allowed him to maintain parity. This was the Child of the Era; his Fortune far outstripped Lu Yuan's.

This was the Son of the Wasteland—currently superior to Lu Yuan in overall strength, and superior in Fortune as well.

Lu Yuan shook his head: "No more gambling." Although the Son of the Wasteland surpassed him now, Lu Yuan would eventually overcome him. He had to defeat the Son of the Wasteland.

The Vice Master of the Confucian Civilization, watching from the side, nodded secretly, showing considerable approval.

Lu Yuan was commendable. After winning one hundred and eighty thousand in the gamble with Tong Yun-Chou and the others, he hadn't been intoxicated by victory. He didn't rashly play when his odds were only fifty-fifty, nor did he let gambling consume his focus; he remained remarkably clear-headed. Such a person possessed the potential for a great future.

Lu Yuan had passed another trial in his assessment.

He was not arrogant in victory!

And more importantly, he controlled the gamble, rather than the gamble controlling him.