Chapter 488 - 324 Nine Heavens_3

Chapter 488: Chapter 324 Nine Heavens_3

Wu Shengshen’s face turned iron blue as he looked at that blood-red Dao Contract, feeling so distressed he almost vomited blood.

He had the heart to back out, but once a Blood Covenant was made, even a Divinity Transformation True Monarch could hardly withstand the punishment of breaking his oath.

“This…this amount is too large, please allow me some time to arrange it,” Wu Shengshen pleaded awkwardly, his face so red it nearly bled.

Today, he had truly disgraced himself and taken a big fall!

Nearly two thousand Spirit Stones in gambling debt, even if the entire Wu family paid it off in one breath, they would feel the pain for years.

Although Wu Shengshen was a rare Spirit Root of the direct lineage of the Wu family, he would be severely punished for this matter, and might even have to withdraw from the succession sequence.

“Whatever, I’ll give you a year’s time, that should be enough, right?” Zhao Sheng said casually.

“Enough…enough!” With every word Wu Shengshen spoke, he felt like his heart was bleeding.

Zhao Sheng leisurely swept the Spirit Stones off the table, then turned to the others with a cheeky smile and asked, “Young master is still not satisfied. Who else wants to play a few more rounds with me? Zeng Fang, how about you?”

Upon hearing this, Zeng Fang shuttered, quickly hid behind the crowd like lightning, and desperately shook his head refusing, “No, no! I’m not playing, I’m done!”

Others quickly withdrew far away, avoiding Zhao Sheng’s gaze from a distance.

By now, who didn’t realize that Sanbao had been pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, just being an idiot.

“Sigh, boring!” Zhao Sheng sighed helplessly and then emphasized again, “In the future, whoever wants to gamble with me, young master will accompany to the end. Junior Brother Wu, you’re welcome to come and turn your losses around.”

With that, Zhao Sheng swaggered out of the waterside pavilion and strode away.

…

Two days after returning to the mountain,

Zhao Sheng was called by Bao Chen to the secret cave behind the mountain.

In that stone room, Bao Chen unusually praised Zhao Sheng for having won some pride for his master.

Wu Changyong had even willingly knocked on her door, humbling himself to an unusual degree.

“Master, just because Scripture Master Wu Changyong opened his golden mouth, do we just write off these eighteen hundred Spirit Stones?” Zhao Sheng questioned.

“Don’t worry! You won’t be short of a single Spirit Stone,”

Bao Chen responded earnestly while examining the condition of the experimental subject on the stone platform.

“When then…?”

“Come to your master in half a month, and I’ll give you a treasure. As for the Spirit Stones, your master has requisitioned them for now. After all, you, my boy, won’t need so many at once.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s face fell, clearly unwilling.

This master was his act. In fact, Zhao Sheng had expected this to happen long ago.

Bao Chen’s human experimentation was costly, and he was severely lacking in Spirit Stones.

“Okay, quickly, stretch out your hand!” Bao Chen suddenly urged.

At the same time, the experimental subject on the stone platform let out a horrific tiger roar.

Zhao Sheng extended his little hand upon seeing this.

The next second a blood light exploded, and fresh blood dripped onto the markedly swollen heart of the Tiger Demon.

But by then it was already a step too late.

The heart of the Tiger Demon suddenly burst, filthy pus and blood splattering all over the stone platform. That young male instantly met his demise.

“Damn, it barely lasted seven days, yet another failure! What exactly went wrong, can the organs of humans and demons really not merge for long?” Bao Chen’s expression turned extremely cold as he waved his hand, releasing a swath of red flame to incinerate the body and pus on the platform completely.

Zhao Sheng pulled back his arm, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

For a mere mortal to harness the organs of a demon beast,

If it were so easy to accomplish, then the countless heroes of past millennia would all be worthless.