Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In the bustling gambling hall, Zhao Rui and the other two fell into silence. For a full cup of tea, no one spoke.

"For now, the only way for us to make a comeback is to win big," said Qian Xiaodao.

"Where does the capital come from?" Zhao Rui asked.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, how about your flying sword..."

Zhao Rui glared at him and roared, "You're crazy! The Qi family is still outside. Without the flying sword, we are lambs to be slaughtered."

"Aren't they unable to come in?" Qian Xiaoyi was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Chenqing and said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, why don't you participate in the championship competition..."

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Rui shouted angrily.

"If I can't get into the top three, I don't need to sleep with you..." Qian Xiaoyi shrank his head.

Tears immediately welled up in Shen Chenqing's eyes. He recalled some past events and what the True Immortal had said in the underground palace many years ago.

The three of them blushed and fell silent again.

After a long while, Zhao Rui sighed and said, "For now, if we want to turn things around, there is only one last method left."

"What method?" Shen and Qian asked in unison.

"You two follow me, everything is up to you two."

Zhao Rui led the two of them towards the counter for exchanging chips, but when they got closer, they turned to a dark room next to it.

Qian Xiaoyi was no stranger to the darkroom, so he followed him in.

Although Shen Chenqing was full of doubts, he had no choice but to follow them when he saw that they had already gone in.

Inside the room, it was still the monk with glasses. When he saw Zhao Rui, he immediately said, "Daoyou Zhao, how are you?"

Zhao Rui clasped his fists and bowed, without further ado, he said directly: "Fellow Daoist Song, we would like to borrow some spiritual stones. Can you tell me more about the previous method?"

The monk surnamed Song smiled and said, "Please take a seat, the three of you. The situation is like this. If you want to borrow spirit stones but don't have collateral, you can do so through a blood contract."

"Blood contract? What is that?" Shen Chenqing frowned.

"It's not complicated. It's just a blood curse to constrain the behavior of both parties. Once the blood oath takes effect, Panlong Valley must lend you spirit stones, and you must fulfill your obligation to repay." The cultivator named Song kept smiling.

"What if we don't pay it back, or we really don't have the money?"

"That depends on what is written in the blood oath. The lighter punishment could be stumbling, while the heavier punishment could be death."

Shen Chenqing was shocked and said, "You two, I think we should just forget it!"

No one agreed with her words. Qian Xiaoyi clasped his fists and asked, "Then I wonder what you usually write?"

The monk surnamed Song smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have hit the nail on the head. It is not as terrible as you think. If you really cannot pay it back, you only need to work in Panlong Valley for a few years, such as being a dealer or a waiter. Anyway, it is just some daily work. It will not be difficult for you."

After monk Song finished speaking, he looked at the three people sincerely.

"What do you two think? If we want to make a comeback, this is the only way right now." Zhao Rui said.

Shen and Qian looked at each other and said:

"I'm OK!"

"If that's all, then it's not impossible."

The monk surnamed Song nodded, took out a scroll, and asked, "How many spirit stones do you want to borrow?"

"Well...we want to borrow nine hundred yuan!" Zhao Rui gave a number.

Song took out a silver brush, paused on the scroll, and said, "That means one person for fifteen years. Do you confirm?"

Zhao Rui was shocked and asked, "Fifteen years, and only this much spiritual stones?"

"That depends on how you look at it. You are at a higher level, so you have plenty of ways to earn spirit stones. But the person next to you is only at the fifth level of Qi training. How many spirit stones can he earn in a year?"

Zhao Rui was speechless and asked, "How many spirit stones can I borrow in that year?"

"Sorry, the minimum loan period is five years."

Zhao Rui turned to look at Shen and Qian and asked for their opinions.

"Five years, no problem for me!" Qian Xiaoyi said.

"I will listen to Master Zhao!" Shen Chenqing said.

Zhao Rui nodded, looked at the monk surnamed Song and said, "Then five years!"

"Okay, that's three hundred spirit stones." As the cultivator named Song said this, he spread out the scroll and started writing quickly.

Soon, a line of small words appeared on the scroll.

'Zhao Rui has borrowed 100 spirit stones from Panlong Valley and promised to return the principal and interest of 105 within two months. If he fails to repay the debt by the due date, he is willing to work in Panlong for five years as a labor compensation to repay the debt.'

The monk surnamed Song picked up the scroll, blew on it, and handed it to Zhao Rui, saying, "Daoyou, just drop some blood on it."

Zhao Rui took the scroll, cut his fingertips with sword energy, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the scroll.

In an instant, a ray of red light flew out from the scroll and went straight to Zhao Rui's eyebrows.

Before Zhao Rui could react, the red light had turned into thousands of threads and scattered in every corner of his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, the small words on the scroll disappeared immediately, returning to a blank piece of paper.

The monk named Song took the scroll back and started writing on it again. After two rounds, Shen Qian and the others also finished dripping blood.

At this time, the monk surnamed Song took out a heavy bag and said, "Three hundred spirit stones, not a less. I wish you all good luck."

Zhao Rui picked up the bag, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and after confirming that it was correct, he led the two of them away.

Back in the gambling hall, the three of them were full of energy again, all looking eager to try.

Qian Xiaoyi was the first one who couldn't hold back and suggested, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, how about we each give 100 yuan and try our luck in three ways?"

Shen Chenqing nodded and showed an expectant look.

Zhao Rui shook his head and said, "If we want to make a comeback, we can only focus on one thing and try to win the big prize. If we separate, we will definitely end up in failure."

Qian Xiaoyi rolled his eyes and retorted, "You are right, but luck is hard to predict! How about you give me twenty dollars, and we can have another way out?"

Zhao Rui glared and said, "I paid the twenty just now for you. Just consider it as paying me back."

Qian Xiaoyi's face froze and he said nothing more, thinking that he would speak to Zhao Rui when he won the money.

Led by Zhao Rui, the three of them looked at almost all the gambling tables and finally stopped in front of one.

In the jackpot area of ​​the gambling table, the chips were piled high, and on the yellow scroll floating above, large red characters read "15872".

"My two fellow Taoists, right here, if we can wait and win the jackpot, we can turn things around." Zhao Rui looked determined and clenched his fists.

"Tens, hundreds, millions, and tens of millions... Wow! I can definitely make a profit!" Qian Xiaoyi stared at the red words like a hungry ghost and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

Shen Chenqing was also full of anticipation, but when he saw that there were only two people sitting at the gambling table, he couldn't help but frowned and asked curiously: "Hey! With such a big prize, there are so many empty seats?"