Chapter 840: 266: Xi Xi and Her Underworld Masters, Qingming Divine Sect Ancestor Worship Great God Accepts Disciples [Request for Monthly Ticket]_3

Chapter 840: Chapter 266: Xi Xi and Her Underworld Masters, Qingming Divine Sect Ancestor Worship Great God Accepts Disciples [Request for Monthly Ticket]_3

Therefore, this final direct disciple position becomes extremely important.

“Tenth? My daughter is only ranked tenth?”

Li Che had obtained the ranking list from the deeply connected and unfathomable Qiankun Gambling House.

This chart was compiled by the workshop master of the Qiankun Gambling House based on intelligence, assessing the combat prowess, cultivation talent, divine cultivation, and extra attributes of various divine children.

Xi Xi was ranked ninth, but Li Che was unaccepting of this outcome.

As a father, Li Che wholeheartedly believed: my daughter is number one in the world!

However, considering that many of Xi Xi’s trump cards were hidden, it was understandable that the Qiankun Gambling House was unaware.

“Tenth… odds of 1 to 10, huh.”

Li Che’s piercing gaze flickered as a faint smile spread across his face.

The betting odds were determined based on ranking, the lower the ranking of the divine child listed, the higher the odds.

“An immense fortune…”

Li Che held his oil-paper umbrella, his Mo Shan robe fluttering in the wind, as he stood outside the bustling entrance of the Qiankun Gambling House.

He dusted off the moisture of spring rain clinging to his Mo Shan robe and stepped into the establishment.

Li Che detested gambling and drugs, but in his heart, he firmly believed that his daughter would stand out in this examination.

Hence, for him, certainty was not gambling.

He simply believed in his daughter!

He carried boundless hope for her!

Li Che entered the Qiankun Gambling House.

“I want to place a bet on Li Nuanxi, with one Fifth-Order Lower-Level Divine Crystal.”

Li Che addressed the person in charge of the gambling house.

The person in charge trembled on the spot, nearly spilling ink across the paper.

A Fifth-Order Lower-Level Divine Crystal?!

What kind of audacious person was this?

Betting so much?

And on the tenth-place ranking… with such high odds, it implied an equally high risk of losing!

If he loses, that Fifth-Order Lower-Level Divine Crystal will essentially vanish into thin air!

“Dear guest, are you certain you want to bet on the tenth-place Li Nuanxi?”

After the attendant reported upstairs, a burly martial artist exuding immense power emerged from the depths of the gambling house.

Li Che deduced that the entity behind this gambling house must be incredibly influential, at least at the level of the Su Family or the Daoist Master Mansion, perhaps even the Qian Yuan Divine Sect itself.

Otherwise, with such a massive operation, who would dare establish this without deep roots?

“I am certain.”

“Dear guest, perhaps you’d prefer a more conservative and safer approach? You could bet on the divine children ranked first or second, with significantly higher chances of recovering your stake.” The burly martial artist sized up Li Che, offering a friendly suggestion.

“Casual betting for leisure—Qiankun Gambling House set up this pool mainly to create some excitement for the Qian Yuan Divine Sect Master’s direct disciple examination.”

Li Che shook his head and said gently, “I am Li Nuanxi’s father. I believe in my daughter, and betting on her is the right thing to do. Even if she fails, I don’t mind. After all… as her father, I’ve always believed in her.”

Li Che’s gentle words immediately made the people around exchange glances in surprise.

“Oh, it’s Elder Li!”

“I am Qiankun Gambling House’s Third Master, Hong Lei.”

“I didn’t expect Elder Li to personally come here. Well then… since Elder Li has spoken, our Qiankun Gambling House will gladly accept the bet.”

Third Master Hong Lei immediately deduced Li Che’s identity upon hearing his words.

After all, information about Li Nuanxi also included details about Li Che.

Li Che gave a faint, amicable smile. In the eyes of most people, Li Che was a straightforward and honest Divine Sculpture Master.

“Forgive my question, does Qiankun Gambling House have any ties to the Divine Sect?” Li Che lowered his voice, gently asking.

“If there is a connection to the Divine Sect, then I won’t bet. After all… should Xi Xi win, the payout would be considerable, and as a Divine Sect elder… it’s not appropriate for me to profit from the sect’s resources.”

Upon hearing this, Hong Lei’s eyes subtly shifted. Indeed, just as the intelligence indicated, Li Che appeared to be a simple and honest Divine Sculpture Master.

After exhaling a breath, Hong Lei also lowered his voice and replied softly, “Since Elder Li has asked, I won’t hide it. Though this house bears the name ‘Qiankun,’ it is jointly operated by the Daoist Master Mansion alongside the Su Family, Zhou Family, Yun Family, and Zhong Family, noble factions of Dao City. It adheres to principles of fairness and integrity. Reputation is absolutely trustworthy.”

Li Che slowly inhaled, nodding with admiration.

After placing his bet, Li Che opened the oil-paper umbrella and left, turning to disappear into a dim alley.

In that moment, Li Che donned the Bull Demon Mask, his figure towering high and broad as Tower Mountain. He snapped his fingers, and within the alleyway, a scroll unfolded, summoning shadowy figures one by one.

Hong Lei instructed the attendant to record Li Che’s wager, only for the hairs on his body to stand on end suddenly. He turned around to see…

A terrifying figure wearing the Bull Demon Mask. The presence was dense with qi and blood intertwining.

“This…”

“Bull Demon?!”

“Netherworld Ox Demon!”

With the mention of the Netherworld Ox Demon…

Deathly silence instantly enveloped the surroundings.

The name of the Underworld—how terrifying!

This was the force that accompanied Yellow Sword Wine in slaying a Martial Saint!

An intangible pressure radiated outward, quickly spreading throughout the gambling house, leaving everyone gasping for air as if the act of breathing had become arduous.

“Place a bet.”

Li Che, wearing the Bull Demon Mask, lowered his voice…

And said gravely, “Bet on the tenth-place Li Nuanxi.”

“With one Fifth-Order Middle-Level Divine Crystal.”

Crackle—

Golden arcs of thunder seemed to leap and streak across the space, and beneath the seemingly harmless mask of a Bull Demon, his eyes glowed ominously, brimming with devilish killing intent.

Hong Lei, whose cultivation level was merely that of an Innate Great Grandmaster, suddenly felt his Innate True Gang freeze.

The sensation of impending death clung to him like a shadow, as though the Bull Demon might twist his neck at any moment.

“May I place this bet?”

The Ox Demon rasped.

“Y-yes… you can…”

Beads of cold sweat streamed down Hong Lei’s forehead and splattered, shattering into droplets upon the ground.