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Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 627 - 570: Gamblers with Bad Luck Never End Well · Oct 25, 2026

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601 Chapter 601 - 544: Crossing Tribulation? Not Interrupting, Goodbye 2026-10-25
602 Chapter 602 - 545: Tribulation Thunder Cannot Be Combined with Han Yu 2026-10-25
603 Chapter 603 - 546: Starting Point Is the Violet Lightning 2026-10-25
604 Chapter 604 - 547: Come Hit Me Then 2026-10-25
605 Chapter 605 - 548: Adding to Their Frustration 2026-10-25
606 Chapter 606 - 549: Provoking Tribulation Thunder 2026-10-25
607 Chapter 607 - 550: Dodging Lightning 2026-10-25
608 Chapter 608 - 551: Cornered at the Door 2026-10-25
609 Chapter 609 - 552: How Does Heaven and Earth Question the Heart 2026-10-25
610 Chapter 610 - 553: Tribulation Thunder Is Busy, Late but Arrives 2026-10-25
611 Chapter 611 - 554: Senior, Please Show Some Restraint 2026-10-25
612 Chapter 612 - 555: Whose Hidden Move Is He? 2026-10-25
613 Chapter 613 - 556: Wandering Spirit Daoist 2026-10-25
614 Chapter 614 - 557: Fear and Loss Pill 2026-10-25
615 Chapter 615 - 558: Some People Just Disappear Along the Way 2026-10-25
616 Chapter 616 - 559: Trust Me, It Won’t Kill You 2026-10-25
617 Chapter 617 - 560: Treasures Everywhere 2026-10-25
618 Chapter 618 - 561: Where Did You Get the Courage? 2026-10-25
619 Chapter 619 - 562: Holding Up the Pot with Both Hands, Facing Tribulation Thunder as an Opponent 2026-10-25
620 Chapter 620 - 563: Mine, All Mine 2026-10-25
621 Chapter 621 - 564: The People Inside the Little World Are Very Enthusiastic 2026-10-25
622 Chapter 622 - 565: Second Bloom 2026-10-25
623 Chapter 623 - 566: Mu Zili’s Endless Worries 2026-10-25
624 Chapter 624 - 567: You Don’t Know Me? 2026-10-25
625 Chapter 625 - 568: Entering the Dao Through Gambling 2026-10-25
626 Chapter 626 - 569: Lose and Take Off Your Clothes 2026-10-25
627 Chapter 627 - 570: Gamblers with Bad Luck Never End Well 2026-10-25
628 Chapter 628 - 571: I Won’t Pretend Anymore, Let’s Lay All the Cards on the Table 2026-10-25
629 Chapter 629 - 572: Mu Zili 2026-10-25
630 Chapter 630 - 573: Infighting 2026-10-25
631 Chapter 631 - 574: Celestial Residence 2026-10-25
632 Chapter 632 - 575: Dead Hand, Pull Back Quickly 2026-10-25
633 Chapter 633 - 576: It’s Over, They’re After Me 2026-10-25
634 Chapter 634 - 577: Lethal Dose of Tribulation Qi 2026-10-25
635 Chapter 635 - 577: Fatal Quantum of Tribulation Aura_2 2026-10-25
636 Chapter 636 - 578: The Runaway Old Daoist in a Small World 2026-10-25
637 Chapter 637 - 579: You’re Leaving? Take Me With You! 2026-10-25
638 Chapter 638 - 580: He’s About to Break Through 2026-10-25
639 Chapter 639 - 581: I Hate Blondies 2026-10-25
640 Chapter 640 - 582: Maybe We Should Stop Doing This Business 2026-10-25
641 Chapter 641 - 583: Start by Choosing the Iron-Eating Beast 2026-10-25
642 Chapter 642 - 584: That Humanoid Meat Shield Must Die 2026-10-25
643 Chapter 643 - 585: The Way of Wood, Shun Bloodlust! 2026-10-25
644 Chapter 644 - 586: Save Central Continent? No! Save the Customers 2026-10-25
645 Chapter 645 - 587: The Blank Altar 2026-10-25
646 Chapter 646 - 588: Do Less Evil and Cut More Trees 2026-10-25
647 Chapter 647 - 589: Twisted Use of the Wood Divine Power 2026-10-25
648 Chapter 648 - 590: The Old Daoist Never Suffers a Loss 2026-10-25
649 Chapter 649 - 591: I’ll Just Stand Here 2026-10-25
650 Chapter 650 - 592: One Good Deed, a Lifetime of Introversion 2026-10-25

Unluckily, Han Yu really felt that the old Taoist was out to mess with him.

Two men playing strip poker, nothing wrong with that?

If I wanted to play, I’d at least find a female cultivator, not a sneaky old geezer like you who loves cheating.

In his eyes, cultivating was about words turning into law, yet deceiving people by using gambling to Enter the Dao?

Definitely seemed pretentious, and he would never step out and let the old man slap him in the face.

Nor would he bark to give him an opening.

However, half a two-hour later.

”Strip!”

The old Taoist rubbed his hands together gleefully, and he wasn’t anticipating Han Yu’s clothes but rather his own win.

”Fall within six steps” was his new wager, and he had won again.

Naturally, he couldn’t help but point at Han Yu and blurted out, ”Fall within six steps.”

After removing his outer robe with resignation, Han Yu tried his best to play along, although it was more like giving up, just taking a few steps and waiting to fall.

This was not his wish, but something he had no choice but to do.

Just half a two-hour ago, the old Taoist had laid two choices before him.

Either win against him and leave.

Or else...

”You don’t think I’d keep you here without reason, do you?”

”You’ve disrupted my cultivation; now you must help me cultivate.”

This was indeed the old Taoist’s original words, so was this his reason for holding on to him?

”He wants to use you for cultivation.”

The Artifact Spirit had clearly noticed the hint, especially from the betting terms going from seven steps to six, indicating a gradual progression.

”Doesn’t that mean that the so-called words of law are something he gambled for, step by step, like this?”

Han Yu was immediately astonished, especially thinking about achieving words of law in everything, and wondering if that meant gambling and cultivating for everything.

”Most likely, yes.”

The Artifact Spirit responded with certainty.

Insane, who the heck would cultivate such tedious stuff?

It’s like asking for trouble.

Though he couldn’t see the Artifact Spirit’s expression within the Sea of Consciousness, he could hear the tsk-tsk sound of its response.

”It’s different. Even if initially he might’ve gambled with someone to fall within a hundred or a thousand steps, as long as he persisted, his power would grow, just like now...”

”Now he can make you fall within six steps.”

Similarly, if it were a bet with lethal terms, if he can accomplish it, the old Taoist could become incredibly formidable.

Han Yu imagined the scene where just a word from the other could severely wound or even kill him, sending shivers down his spine.

”So, does that mean no one in this world could deal with him?”

Yet the Artifact Spirit overturned its previous statement because it was too exaggerated. If it were true, having words become law would be tantamount to the Heavenly Dao.

”There’d surely be many limitations, not just the difficulty in cultivating. There’d also be numerous constraints, and destroying things wouldn’t come easily to him or be easily cultivated.”

There are many such things, like creating something from nothing or violating the rules of the Heavenly Dao that could prevent him from cultivating.

”Again, again.”

The old Taoist was urging him on again, and Han Yu looked at his own thin undershirt and couldn’t help but feel a chill.

Again?

One more time and he’d really be stripped bare!

”You can’t refuse, you can only convince yourself to enjoy it.”

The Artifact Spirit said gloatingly.

Yes, Han Yu really couldn’t refuse, he couldn’t beat him, and he couldn’t escape.

The old Taoist could easily control him.

As he said, either win against him, or cultivate with him.

”You better give up! The betting itself benefits him, you can’t win.”

From his experiences, once a bet started, a force binding the result would emerge.

Not only to create a gambling environment but to turn the bet into only two options: success or failure.

Since it’s his cultivation, perhaps his benefiting factor is greater. Simply put, in the bet, his luck should be better than the gambler.

Han Yu listened silently to the Artifact Spirit’s words, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

When it comes to strength, he truly couldn’t handle it, but if it’s about luck, then he perked up.

”Do you think my luck could affect him?”

Han Yu’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the old Taoist.

Then came the Artifact Spirit’s exasperated words, ”You have the luck of a fart.”

In terms of luck, Han Yu was basically out of luck, didn’t he know?

”I mean my ill luck.”

The Sea of Consciousness was full of Han Yu’s mischievous laughter.

”What do you plan to do?”

The Artifact Spirit suddenly became curious, and Han Yu rubbed his hands like the old Taoist, grinning broadly.

Don’t they all call me the Plague God?

If I can’t make my luck good, can’t I at least make others unlucky with me?

”I want to teach him a lesson, a gambling dog has no good end!”

That’s what Han Yu thought, and that’s what he did.

With three steps turned into two, he suddenly stepped forward and started feeling up the old Taoist’s arms, making the old man break out in goosebumps and give him a strange look.

”I’m telling you, this kind of behavior isn’t tolerated here. This crooked trend will get you beaten to death here.”

Han Yu shrugged, let go, stepped back, and tugged his thin undercoat, then said.

”I made a bet.”

At worst, if he lost, he’d take off his shoes.

Without thinking, the old Taoist blurted out.

”I bet you’ll fall within five steps.”

As long as he kept winning, the ultimate result would be immensely powerful. The old Taoist thought of pointing at someone and having them drop, feeling thoroughly pleased.

Once all these seemingly strange things reach their peak, they’ll become unique.

When Han Yu set off again, that mysterious force indeed engulfed the two.

The first step landed, and Han Yu was fine.

The second step landed, steady as a rock.

On the third step, change finally appeared.

That almost cheating force began to act on him, but it just budged slightly before inexplicably retracting, seemingly unwilling to help.

The fourth step, Han Yu’s body remained stable.

Then came the crucial step.

When this step was taken, his heart wavered. Who knew if his bad luck was working?

But when he cautiously lowered his foot, nothing happened.

Thud!

The sound of his foot landing was soft, yet it struck the old Taoist’s core.

His expression changed, had he lost?

Han Yu’s expression was indescribably wonderful, showing relief and some resentment.

The relief was winning and being free.

But the resentment, it confirmed he’d personally proven his Plague God identity.

Truly damnable, bringing misfortune to others!

”Farewell, senior!”

Han Yu beamed, clasping his hands as he prepared to leave.

”Hold it!”

Before he moved, an invisible force blocked him?

Han Yu turned back, face scrunched, ”Senior, are you going back on your word?”

The old Taoist blushed slightly but quickly returned to normal, speaking with conviction, ”I only said I’d release you after you deliver the message, wait here for Mu Zili.”

Han Yu was dumbfounded, but it did seem the old man mentioned it beforehand.

Then, shamelessly, the old Taoist continued, ”Besides, you only won the right to put your clothes back on, not the whole bet!”

Seriously?

Han Yu was defeated by the old Taoist’s shamelessness.

Gambling addicts truly are the same, losing and refusing to let people go.

”Continue betting, this time, I bet you’ll fall within four steps!”

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