Chapter 93: How Can a Gambler Lose Every Day? (1/2)

Qi Feifan brought Song Ziyan to select spirit stones, occasionally imparting his experience on how to pick them, as if teaching a subordinate.

In terms of background, a second-generation immortal disciple from the Penglai Sect is naturally more valuable and knowledgeable than the second sons of wealthy families.

It seemed like he wanted to prove that he wouldn’t lose money today, so he picked quickly. While Ye Qingning had only been searching among the many stones for a short while, Qi Feifan had already made his selections.

His speed was so fast that those who suffered from indecision couldn’t help but exclaim, “Good grief!”

“Junior Sister Ye, Senior Brother Qi is about to open the stones. Let’s go over and take a look too!”

Si Qian said excitedly. Sometimes, watching someone else open a spirit stone is even more thrilling than doing it yourself.

When you open a stone yourself, you already have an expectation in your heart; you’ve mentally prepared whether it will be a win or a loss. But when watching someone else open one, you don’t have to worry about these things, and the visual experience is far more thrilling.

Ye Qingning slightly squinted. She was originally searching for the most ordinary stone from the book with the dog system, but when she heard Si Qian, her gaze shifted toward Qi Feifan.

More precisely, it was toward the four spirit stones Qi Feifan had selected.

Among them, one stone really seemed plain—so plain that she wondered if the stone she was looking for had been chosen by Qi Feifan, which immediately made her nervous.

Initially, she thought she would only listen and hear what treasures others were uncovering, but now she had to see what Qi Feifan’s seemingly ordinary stone would reveal.

If the stone in Qi Feifan’s hand turned out to be the one Ye Hanyue had found in the book, then she and the dog system would need a hammer.

As the dog system continued to search, she followed Si Qian and caught up with Qi Feifan to watch him reveal the stone.

As they arrived, a man around thirty was just about to pass his selected stone to the stone master for opening.

Ye Qingning didn’t recognize this person, but since she was at the Golden Core stage, she couldn’t probe his cultivation, so he was at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Si Qian whispered, “Junior Sister Ye, look at the price marked on that stone—eighty thousand high-grade spirit stones! So many spirit stones, even if you sold a Golden Core cultivator, it wouldn’t be enough! Which sect is this guy from, that he’s so wealthy?”

“Also, this stone he chose, the more I look at it, the more it looks like a cauldron.” Si Qian placed a hand on his chin, thinking, looking a little silly.

Ye Qingning clicked her tongue inwardly. Eighty thousand high-grade spirit stones—that was nearly everything she had, and it still wasn’t enough.

Such a price could bankrupt a cultivator, and most cultivators wouldn’t be able to afford it.

As for looking like a cauldron, one couldn’t judge what was inside a spirit stone just by its shape. Eight out of ten times, it would be wrong.

But they were too close, and even speaking softly could be overheard, so Ye Qingning communicated with Si Qian using her spiritual sense, as if they were gossiping and didn’t want anyone to overhear.

The stone master moved quickly, and a burst of spiritual energy flew from his palm, enveloping the large stone as it landed on the stone-revealing table.

The stone-revealing table was filled with spiritual energy, accompanied by the sound of “crack, crack” as the stone, which looked like a cauldron, cracked layer by layer under the force of the spiritual energy.

Ye Qingning became tense, even though it wasn’t her stone. She still couldn’t help but feel nervous for the person opening it.

Under everyone’s nervous gaze, the stone fully cracked open, revealing its true form.

It was not the rumored immortal cauldron, nor did any miraculous scenes appear. Instead, there was a massive and damaged great sword.

The blade was covered in cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The stone master shook his head. “What a pity, this is an ancient god-demon battlefield relic sword, but it’s so damaged… I don’t know if it can be repaired.”

As soon as he said that, someone immediately remarked, “With it being this damaged, it’s probably worth nothing. It’s a pity, I thought it would be an immortal cauldron, but it turned out to be a broken sword.”

“Although this sword looks impressive, with all its cracks, it will probably be hard to repair. These eighty thousand high-grade spirit stones may go to waste.”

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Chapter 93: How Can a Gambler Lose Every Day? (2/2)

In the market, people whispered, and Qi Feifan confidently handed over the four spirit stones he had chosen to the stone master for revealing.

Opening stones—he had never lost before. He wanted to show his junior sisters and Song Ziyan that the divination master wasn’t just talking nonsense.

The four stones ranged from twenty thousand to over forty thousand high-grade spirit stones, and Qi Feifan had spent almost all the spirit stones he had, including those for Si Qian and Taihang’s storage cards.

All in all, nearly 140,000 high-grade spirit stones were spent—among the four major sects, few disciples could come up with that much.

Ye Qingning felt tense but didn’t wish bad luck on Qi Feifan. If he found a treasure, that was great. As long as it wasn’t something that fell into Ye Hanyue’s hands, she would be content.

But as the stones were opened, Qi Feifan’s face grew more and more gloomy.

None of the four stones revealed anything good. The one that looked most ordinary only revealed a small chunk of fire-element spirit marrow the size of a fist, which was worth very little.

A two-word description—blood loss.

It seemed true, with a powerful father, a beautiful mother, but a hopeless son.

Having lost all his spirit stones, Qi Feifan didn’t know if he would be severely reprimanded when he returned to his sect.

“The younger generation nowadays is still too young. Their discernment is still lacking,” someone commented.

“These high-grade spirit stones should be used for absorption. Even with poor talent, they could at least break through to the late Golden Core stage.”

High-grade spirit stones, being the highest-grade stones, contained the most dense and pure spiritual energy and could be absorbed by cultivators to raise their cultivation and break through their realm.

However, as cultivation levels rose, the number of spirit stones needed increased exponentially.

A Qi Refining cultivator could use just a few high-grade spirit stones to break through a small realm, but once reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, thousands of spirit stones would be needed to break through a small realm.

For Golden Core cultivators, if they relied on absorbing high-grade spirit stones to break through, they would need at least ten thousand stones.

140,000 high-grade spirit stones could allow a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage to break through to late Golden Core, and if their talent was excellent, they might even reach Great Perfection of Golden Core.

With this in mind, it was no wonder people were sighing.

Qi Feifan’s face was ashen, and the words of Yi Jiazi echoed in his ears.

He really had lost money. He had no more spirit stones (T_T).

Not only had he lost everything, but he had also been slapped in the face. o(╥﹏╥)o

This divination master wasn’t just a scammer—he was a harbinger of doom!!!

“Victory and defeat are common in the world of cultivation. Next time, Senior Brother Qi will surely wash away this shame!” Song Ziyan tried to console him, knowing that Qi Feifan had no spirit stones left. Si Qian also sympathetically expressed his condolences while trying to comfort him.

Taihang, who had stopped eating his snacks and drinking his tea, felt the discomfort as if it were his own loss. He could only run over and say, “I’m rooting for you!”

Ye Qingning also thought about offering some advice, but when she spoke, it turned into, “How can a child cry every day? How can a gambler lose every day? Senior Brother Qi, you’ll surely rise again!”

She swore that “gambler” wasn’t an insult. She, too, was a gambler—one who believed in fortune-telling.

At this moment, a crisp electronic voice suddenly rang out: “Ningning! Ningning, look over here! This stone looks like the one mentioned in the book!”