Chapter 38

"Here comes the luck," Xun Yi frowned, "It's rare, very rare."

The people around, including Boss Qiu, were anxious. The dealers recalled Xun Yi saying he was having bad luck today. Looking at the result, this was not just a little bit of bad luck!

"Double mixed nine, the house wins!" Xue Laizi looked at both sides' cards and immediately announced Xun Yi's victory.

The people present had no interest in him, each with a deep frown.

Double mixed nine, although not a small hand, was not insignificant. In the outer field, getting this hand would give a decent chance of winning. However, in the eyes of experts, it was clearly not top-notch.

Moreover, from the time Xun Yi started touching the cards until now, according to the records of Qiu Lan's house, his past performance had never been below double red heads.

In other words, from the top-ranked Supreme Treasure down to the top ten hands, Xun Yi had never touched a mixed hand from start to finish.

Xun Yi looked at the double mixed nine: "This is the first time I've touched this kind of hand in a game."

Dealer Old Nine's face was not good. In the field of Pai Gow, Dealer Old Nine was the strongest in the house. Even so, he had never won against Xun Yi.

The best hand Dealer Old Nine ever had was nine consecutive "double ground cannons." Without cheating, purely by luck, this was the highest record since the house opened.

Nine double ground cannons, no cheating, no tricks, purely by luck.

But even such a strong hand was crushed by Xun Yi.

Nine double ground cannons? Xun Yi touched ten consecutive double heaven hands, consistently dominating from start to finish. In the tenth round, Xun Yi still had a heaven hand, while Dealer Old Nine had a completely rotten mixed hand.

"Xun Young Master's luck is indeed very bad today."

Just a double mixed nine, although he won, it was a close win.

The faces of the two opponents were also grim. The tall one had a heaven hand as his first card.

The heaven hand, with a value of twelve, is the highest card in Pai Gow. Another card would make it a "double heaven pass."

The fat man silently looked at his other card, an eight-point person hand. Two person hands symbolize "benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, trust, propriety, frugality, shame, wisdom, right and wrong, shame and disgust, compassion, and humility." But what good is just one?

One heaven, one person, a mixed hand, lose!

"Wrong, someone tampered with my cards!" The fat man's face darkened, communicating with his companion.

The short one secretly whispered: "Don't worry, I used the Heavenly Eye to see. The other two hands are double ground and double plum. Unless they have Supreme Treasure and double harmony, we will definitely win." Now that the heaven and person hands are out, only these two combinations can beat him. And how could it be so coincidental?

"Stop talking nonsense!" The fat man glared at his companion. What big talk at a time like this? What if it really happens?

The short fat man also realized he had spoken out of turn. They had weathered many storms in the casino; what haven't they seen? At such a time, the worst thing to do is to be arrogant and talk big. Saying you will definitely win, saying the other side will definitely lose, or saying something like "you are like a candle in the wind, quickly admit defeat." People who say such things are usually the ones who get a big reversal and are taught a lesson.

The fat man touched the two cards for the second round: "Open." As he said this, he looked at the opposite side. When he saw that Xun Yi had a different style of mixed hand, the fat man was overjoyed: "Long robe, axe, not a pair, you lose!"

Xun Yi rolled his eyes, and the young man lazily said: "Uncle, I lost, but you didn't win, right?"

"What do you mean?" The fat man looked at his own hand — "ground hand" and "plum hand."

The fat man's face immediately turned grim: "This is impossible!"

Before coming, he used the blessing spell to protect himself, how could he lose in luck?

Xun Yi was even more anxious, the first time touching a mixed hand!

Xun Yi felt a bit fresh, but Boss Qiu's face turned white. Could this young master's long-standing record be broken today?

"How come the young master's luck suddenly doesn't work?" Bai Shan thought to himself, nervously looking at the last two cards.

"Master, be careful, the other side is trying to cheat." Wu Pan's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Using the City God Seal to communicate with the gods in the mansion. The gods were also paying attention to the matter of the Evil God Pen, deliberately investigating these two unexpected guests.

"There is something wrong with these two. Moreover, Master, you seem to have some bad luck today?" Wen Pan sat in a chair, observing Xun Yi's match through the "Round Light Mirror Technique": "You seem to have been tainted by the poor luck of the Poverty God, so your luck has dropped today. This third hand should also be a mixed hand."

Wen Pan waved his fan, looking at the people in the casino with a smile. "Not just you, everyone here has the poor luck of the Poverty God." As he said this, Wen Pan gave Wu Pan a nod, instructing him to use his divine power to locate the Poverty God.

"First round, second hand, tie." As Xue Laizi announced, the fat man placed his hand on the remaining two cards.

His fingertips emitted a burst of energy, and magic power quietly attached to the two cards. A hidden current, like a thread, entangled the twenty remaining cards in Xue Laizi's hand.

"Master, he's cheating!" Wu Pan shouted softly, and Xun Yi suddenly tapped the table.

Wood control!

In early spring, a gentle breeze blew through the willows. Xun Yi secretly attached a soft and ethereal sword intent to the table, using his talent for controlling wood spirits to forcibly change the table's material.

Just as the other side was about to cut the cards, the wooden table's material suddenly changed, and a continuous gentle breeze blew, neutralizing the fat man's hidden move.

With a slap, the two cards in the fat man's hand were flipped open by Xun Yi's energy.

Again, a ground hand and a plum hand.

The short man secretly regretted it. If his companion had noticed earlier, they might have had time to switch the cards.

The fat man withdrew his hand, staring at Xun Yi: "So, you're an expert."

"Likewise, no wonder you could beat Dealer One and Dealer Two." Xun Yi smiled and flipped the cards. As Wen Pan had said, both were mixed hands, another tie.

But Xun Yi had won the first round, so the first game was his victory.

"He used the technique of grafting, cutting the top layer of the cards and secretly passing it through the table to the other stack of cards and the other side. Hee hee, this is already at the level of magic. Master, these two are not simple." Wu Pan said, scrutinizing everyone present.

Divine Eye to observe aura!

Above everyone's head, there was a stream of aura representing their luck. The amount varied, and the color was uncertain. Above Boss Qiu's head, a mix of blood and wealth indicated that he had blood on his hands and some of his wealth was of dubious origin. However, his luck was strong, indicating great wealth and nobility. But now, his wealth was overshadowed by dark clouds, and bad luck loomed.

The aura of the tall and short men transformed into clouds, flickering and unstable, clearly indicating they were practitioners. They also had a blessing spell to protect them, which should have brought them good fortune, but now they were entangled by gray clouds, making it difficult to activate their luck.

Among everyone, Xun Yi's luck was the most obvious. A golden auspicious cloud shone throughout the room, with a tree of merit rising from the cloud. However, wisps of gray clouds formed dust, obscuring Xun Yi's strong luck, forcibly interfering with his fate.

The second game began, and the short and fat men switched roles. The short man used the Heavenly Eye to check the order of each card, silently calculating the hands of both sides.

However, to his dismay, according to his calculations, both sides' hands were all mixed, with no pairs.

"If the next game is like this, won't we directly lose?" The short man panicked and gave a signal to his companion. One would block Xun Yi, while the other would secretly modify the cards.

"Disgraceful!" Wen Pan coldly snorted, seeing the other side about to cheat, and quickly communicated with Xun Yi: "Master, can you use your physical body?"

"What do you mean?"

"Temporary possession."

Xun Yi was stopped by the fat man, knowing he was too inexperienced to win against the two seasoned players in such a situation. He secretly nodded: "Okay." Xun Yi decisively let his spirit leave his body, and Wen Pan took control of Xun Yi's body.

Suddenly, everyone felt a change in Xun Yi's aura. He had just looked like a wealthy young master, but now... he looked like a weak scholar.

"Upright and honest, that is the way of a gentleman." Wen Pan wrote a few words on the table using Xun Yi's hand, instantly filling the table with golden light, controlling the scene, and spreading a righteous aura to prevent the other side from cheating.

"A literary cultivator?"

Those nine characters were imbued with literary energy, instantly dispelling the two men's magic. They were surprised and became serious, joining forces to fight.

To the outside world, the three men were quietly looking at the table, no one flipping the cards, and no one dared to urge them, waiting quietly. Secretly, a scroll of "Spring and Autumn" rose above Xun Yi's head, accompanied by a knife and brush, fighting the other side.

"Found it!" On the other side, Wu Pan increased his search, finally finding the person with the strongest bad luck — Bai Shan.

Above Bai Shan's head, black clouds formed a bird shape, circling in the air. The tail of the bird connected to a barely visible thread leading to the corner of the wall. Wu Pan followed the thread through the wall and saw a dusty old man chuckling.

"Indeed, the Poverty God!" Wu Pan realized, reaching out and forcibly pulling the Poverty God into the City God Mansion.

At this moment, Xun Yi, wearing the City God robe, sat on the throne, concerned about the gambling match. Seeing the gray-clad old man, Xun Yi asked: "Is this the Poverty God?"

Indeed, he looked poor and shabby.

"No, I am the Blessing God," the old man said firmly: "I am the Blessing God who manages wealth."

Bai Shan rolled his eyes: "You mean the Reverse Blessing God, the God of Misfortune?" Then he explained to Xun Yi: "The Blessing God is a vast category of deities. They are the deities who manage fate. Besides the Deity of Fate, there are the Deity of Longevity, the Deity of Official Fortune, the Deity of Scholarly Fortune, the Deity of Wealth, the Deity of Marriage and Children, and so on. These deities are responsible for bestowing good fortune. However, among the Blessing Gods, there is a special category of Reverse Blessing Gods. They are responsible for reversing good fortune and punishing others. If the Blessing God is led by the Deity of Fate, then the Reverse Blessing God is led by the Year God. When one's fate conflicts with the Year God, bad luck comes, which is what this means."

"Below the Year God are the Plague God, the Decline God, the Poverty God, the Disease God, the Epidemic God, the Famine God, the Death God, and so on. Even in the era of the Flame Emperor, when the Blessing God was at its peak, even the Death God was considered a type of Blessing God. Even now, the Great Deity of Fate among the Blessing Gods still manages some aspects of death."

If the positive Blessing Gods make people aspire, then the Reverse Blessing Gods are the ones people fear.

Xun Yi's face changed: "I have bad luck today, could it be because of him?"

The old man was a bit embarrassed: "It is indeed me. A few days ago, Bai Shan helped me cross the road, and later I wanted to repay him."

"Repay? Are you sure you're not tricking him?" Wu Pan coldly snorted: "When the Poverty God enters a house, the family will decline. Following Bai Shan, he will probably be cursed to death in a few days, and even the young master's family will be affected!"

Just one day, and Xun Yi's strong luck was affected by the Poverty God.

Thinking about how Bai Shan lost all his money yesterday, Xun Yi sighed. Doing good brings good luck, but how could this kid attract the Poverty God?

How can there be such a big difference between people?

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