Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In the gambling hall, Taoist Panlong had an extremely ugly expression on his face. The other party was just a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of Qi training, but it seemed that he could always suppress him, a cultivator who had just established his foundation, in every way.

The opponent has sharp magic weapons and acts in an extremely arrogant manner. He is very likely a genius from some sect.

He didn't want to take things to the extreme, but it seemed that there was no way out now.

Taoist Panlong sighed and asked, "If my guess is correct, you should be from the Ziyang Sect's spirit-inviting lineage."

Qu Jiangtian was not shy and said with a smile: "Yes, are you scared? If you beg for mercy... well, I came down the mountain to slay demons and defend the way of righteousness, begging for mercy is useless."

"Your mother is unlucky. You are a completely unreasonable playboy... I will kill you today even if it means giving up my foundation." Taoist Panlong gritted his teeth, touched his waist and took out two dice.

The two dice with red paint dots were exactly what he had retrieved from the incarnation puppet.

Taoist Panlong threw the dice into the air, pinched his three pure fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Bet it and leave it. The winner will be hit on the face. I want the small one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two dice began to spin, and finally two and four were facing up.

When Panlong Taoist saw the result, his face suddenly turned ugly and he cursed: "What bad luck! Nothing goes well for me."

At the same time, he slapped himself.

"Shit, isn't it possible that the other party is scared by the reputation of my sect?" Qu Jiangtian was shocked.

At this time, Panlong Taoist once again pinched the Three Pure Fingers and said in a deep voice: "The loser will be beaten in the face. I want the smaller one."

The two dice started to spin again, and after a moment, one dot appeared and the other faced up.

Seeing the result, Panlong Taoist curled his lips into a sneer and looked at Qu Jiangtian as if he were looking at a monkey.

"This is not stupidity, this is madness!" Qu Jiangtian raised his eyebrows.

However, the next moment, a mysterious force suddenly emerged, controlling Qu Jiangtian's right hand and swinging his fist towards his own face.

Although he was protected by the golden shadow, it could only defend against attacks from outside and had no effect on his own fists.

The heavy punch made Qu Jiangtian see stars, and a warm current gushed out of his nose again.

Before Qu Jiangtian could react, Panlong Taoist once again made a gesture and shouted: "The loser will kill himself. I want the big one."

The dice spun rapidly, and at one point they suddenly stopped, freezing at four and six.

The next moment, Qu Jiangtian raised the ghost-head knife in his hand and slashed it towards his neck.

His pupils shrank and his entire back was instantly soaked. No matter how unwilling he was, his right hand was firmly controlled by a mysterious force.

At the critical moment, Qu Jiangtian hurriedly used his left arm to protect his neck.

The blade scratched his left arm, and blood immediately gushed out. The pain was so severe that Qu Jiangtian almost fainted.

After a while, the mysterious power disappeared.

Seeing this, Qu Jiangtian immediately threw the ghost-head knife as far as he could.

His knees softened and he half-knelt on the ground, no longer proud as before, and cried, "Master, save me, save me!"

Outside the gambling hall, a sigh was heard and a middle-aged man appeared.

The man had braided hair and wore a purple Taoist robe with a palm-sized red sun embroidered on his chest.

The man dodged and stood in front of Qu Jiangtian, saying, "You are too bold to hurt my Ziyang Sect's genius on the land of Jin."

Taoist Panlong had a helpless look on his face. He endured it again and again, but the other party kept pressing on.

Seeing that the visitor was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I would never dare to disrespect the Ziyang Sect. I can compensate you with spirit stones and magic tools. I hope you will show some mercy and let me go."

He was very humble, hoping that this person might be reasonable.

The middle-aged man smiled contemptuously and said, "Let you go? If everyone is like you, where is the dignity of Ziyang Sect?"

Taoist Panlong's face changed drastically, and he cursed: "Fuck you, Immortal Master! I didn't provoke anyone, it was this kid who started the fight first. None of you Ziyang Sect are good people. You can't beat outsiders, but you bully your own people in all kinds of ways. I'm fighting for my life today, fuck you!"

He cursed, without stopping his hands, he grabbed the two dice hanging in front of him and threw them into the air.

The two dice swelled in the wind and turned into the size of a human head in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, white mist began to rise from the entire Panlong Valley. After ten or so breaths, everything in front of everyone was white.

The middle-aged man smiled contemptuously and said, "It's quite interesting. It's not easy for a casual cultivator to cultivate to this level!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two dice as big as wheels flew out of the mist.

"If you make a bet, leave it. The loser will be hit on the face..." Taoist Panlong shouted.

The middle-aged man seemed to have calculated the time precisely. Before Panlong Taoist could finish, he said, "I want a bigger one!"

The two dice rolled quickly and soon stopped at one and four.

The middle-aged man had a gloomy face. He stretched out his right hand and slapped himself.

Deep in the fog, although Taoist Panlong won the bet, his face was extremely ugly. The other party's shout had completely broken his magic.

"You forced me to do this!" Taoist Panlong took out the blood contract from his arms and chanted an obscure spell.

In the white mist, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, pinched his fingers to summon the gods, and said, "Please ask Taiyi Zhenren to eliminate demons and defend the way."

A loud voice rang out, echoing throughout the valley.

In the thick fog outside the gambling hall, Qian Xiaoyi was shocked when he heard the words "Taiyi Zhenren". He thought to himself, "Is there really a deity with the same name as me in the world?"

At the same time, he found that the thick fog was gradually dissipating, and a golden shadow hundreds of feet tall appeared in the center of the valley.

The shadow was very blurry, and the eyes, ears, mouth and nose could not be clearly seen. The only things that could be distinguished were the purple gold crown on the head and the whisk in the right hand.

"Please ask Master Taiyi to send out his magic weapon to eliminate the demons." The middle-aged man said again.

The golden shadow shook his sleeves, and a golden light immediately fell from the sky and went straight to the gambling hall.

The golden light reached the entrance of the gambling hall and gradually revealed its true appearance, which turned out to be a rectangular gold brick.

The size of the gold bricks is no different from ordinary bricks, but the aura they exude is like Mount Tai, taking your breath away.

Taoist Panlong was about to finish reciting his incantation when he suddenly saw something coming towards him at an incredibly fast speed.

Before he could react, his head was already buzzing.

After the gold brick hit him for the first time, it spun in the air and then hit Panlong Taoist again.

After four or five such blows, Taoist Panlong's head was covered in blood and his breathing was weak.

Four or five steps away, a middle-aged man walked out of the white fog.

He looked at everything indifferently and laughed, "With your talent, it's a miracle that you can build a foundation. You still dream of reaching the next level. The Blood Contract Soul-stealing Array can't help you."

Taoist Panlong's face was smashed to pieces, and the one eye that was still intact was filled with resentment and humiliation.

He has been fond of studying the art of gambling since he was young, and by the age of 20 he was unbeatable.

In a gamble, he won a book of martial arts techniques, and from then on he embarked on the path of cultivation.

Becoming a monk allowed him to see the infinite possibilities of gambling. He was fascinated by it and hoped that one day he would be able to comprehend the truth in his heart.

But his spiritual roots were very poor, barely reaching the lower grade. Even if he cultivated to the heaven in this life, he would at most be a foundation-building cultivator.

He was unwilling to give in, so he set up a large formation in Panlong Valley. On the surface, he was running a gambling house, but in reality he tricked countless cultivators into signing blood contracts, hoping to use the power of others to break through to a new level.

He was cautious and calculated every step, but he didn't expect that when he was about to succeed, he failed at the last moment.

Taoist Panlong trembled with his lips and said in a weak voice: "God... is unfair. I have never let up for hundreds of years, but you are unwilling to give me a chance..."