Chapter 487: Chapter 324: Nine Heavens_2

“No way! No one leaves this door until I say we’re done,” Zhao Sheng bellowed furiously.

“But you’re out of Spirit Stones. Are you thinking of borrowing some to turn your luck around?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Zhao Sheng glared menacingly, his face stubborn as he looked at Wu Shengshen.

“But you already owe a debt of a hundred and eight Spirit Stones. It’s said that debts must be repaid before new ones can be made! Wouldn’t it be better for Junior Brother to settle the old debts before borrowing more?”

“Hmph, it’s just over a hundred low-grade Spirit Stones. Am I the kind of person who doesn’t pay his debts? See how much this is worth?”

Zhao Sheng acted dismissively and casually plucked a hexagram-shaped gold medal from his waist, throwing it onto the gambling table.

When Wu Shengshen saw this gold medal, his heartbeat sped up considerably.

This was a top-grade protective magic artifact and also his long-coveted target; he hadn’t expected it to be delivered to his hands so easily.

Seeing his opponent hesitate, Zhao Sheng deliberately added fuel to the fire, urging impatiently, “Well, speak up, how many Spirit Stones is it worth? If it’s not enough, I’m done playing.”

“It’s worth it, it’s worth it!” Wu Shengshen said, feeling a rush of urgency and quickly nodding in agreement.

Immediately after, he added, “But it can only offset a thousand Spirit Stones at most!”

“A thousand it is!” Zhao Sheng agreed very readily.

Overjoyed, Wu Shengshen was about to pick up the dice cup, but a hand unexpectedly pressed on it first.

“Hold on, let’s play something different today. Junior Brother Wu, and the rest of you, do you dare to gamble with me in a game of Nine Heavens?” Zhao Sheng’s right hand pressed on the dice cup, his expression extremely fierce as he spoke deliberately, word by word.

At these words, the entire room was shocked!

The so-called “Nine Heavens” is a heaven and hell! It’s a special gambling game with nine rounds. If the stake is one in the first round, then it doubles to two in the second round, and so on, doubling each time until the ninth round without interruption, otherwise a default loss is declared.

Seeing that Zhao Sheng was gambling with such intensity, Zeng Fang began to withdraw, involuntarily glancing at Wu Shengshen, while the rest of the crowd also turned their attention to their leader.

Without a doubt, it was Wu Shengshen who was the mastermind of the setup, the others just helping out while taking the chance to scrape some Spirit Stones from Sanbao.

“Wu Shengshen, do you dare to gamble with me?”

“Haha!” Wu Shengshen suddenly let out a hearty laugh. Putting on a bold and generous air, he readily agreed, “Since Sanbao is in the mood, I’ll take you on in a game of Nine Heavens, starting with one Spirit Stone. But before the gambling starts, we must establish a Blood Covenant. Neither of us can back out!”

“That seems a bit petty, let’s start with four Spirit Stones for the first round!”

“Fine, four Spirit Stones to start,” Wu Shengshen agreed immediately.

“Bring the talisman paper!” Zhao Sheng called out at once.

Soon, two pieces of talisman paper were filled with runes, both sides pressed their bloody handprints on them, and raised their hands to swear an unbreakable oath to heaven.

Then, the gambling table was cleared, and Zhao Sheng and Wu Shengshen positioned themselves on opposite sides, ready for battle.

According to the rules of Nine Heavens, both sides held a dice, shaking them after one another, and each guessed the other’s number. The one who guessed the numbers most accurately won!

The first round’s stake was four Spirit Stones.

Zhao Sheng picked up the dice cup, shook it casually, and pressed it down on the table, “Junior Brother Wu, your guess!”

The stakes of the first three rounds were too small to be of significant concern, and after Wu Shengshen shook the dice cup for a while, he also placed it down.

“I guess the numbers in Junior Brother’s dice are six, five, five – big!”

“Yours are four, three, one – small.”

Having spoken, Zhao Sheng couldn’t be bothered to pretend any longer, directly flipping over the dice cup, and indeed, it was six, five, five – big.

The surrounding spectators, upon seeing this, immediately let out loud exclamations.

“Big, four, four, five! Junior Brother, you’ve lost!” Wu Shengshen said with a smile of confidence.

“It’s just the first round. Come on, let’s go again!” Zhao Sheng said unconcernedly.

The second, third, and fourth rounds all ended in Zhao Sheng’s defeat, with each roll’s number being guessed correctly by someone.

By the fifth round, the outcome became very clear; Zhao Sheng was destined to lose.

However, Zhao Sheng suddenly seemed like a different person than before, not only was he not impatient, he appeared even more indifferent.

After seeing this, Wu Shengshen suddenly felt an ominous premonition for no reason at all.

Nonetheless, the fifth round ended in his victory.

Wu Shengshen breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile returned to his face.

The sixth round’s stake: one hundred and twenty-eight Spirit Stones!

At this moment, Zhao Sheng’s expression changed, becoming serious. Having laid so much groundwork, it was now time to settle the full account with Wu Shengshen.

When a Nascent Soul grandmaster gets serious, what need is there to speak of the outcome of the gambling match?

In the sixth round, Wu Shengshen guessed the numbers wrong, and Zhao Sheng, as if by sheer fluke, won a small victory.

Seeing he had guessed wrong, Wu Shengshen’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

However, the seventh, eighth, and the final ninth rounds saw Wu Shengshen’s face turn paler with each round, and his hands began to tremble by the end.

After the ninth round, the room fell as silent as death, everyone staring at the disinterested Zhao Sheng with a ghost-seeing gaze, as if they no longer recognized him.

“I won a total of one thousand nine hundred and twenty Spirit Stones. Subtract the debt I owe, and Junior Brother Wu should give me one thousand eight hundred and twelve Spirit Stones. We’ll forget about the change – let’s call it an even one thousand eight hundred.” Saying this, Zhao Sheng picked up the Hexagram Gold Token, casually weighing the Blood Covenant in his hand, and teased, “When do you plan to deliver the Spirit Stones, Junior Brother?”