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Chapter 311
Chapter 311
Chapter 311
Du Buying and Bu Chengshu
“You want to play with me?” The lanky youth sprinted over to Mu Yu and chortled. “Great. Zhuang Yuanlang, go read on the bridge. I need to use the table.”
Zhuang Yuanlang grouchily left the stone table for the bridge, still sparing Mu Yu no attention.
“My name is Du Biying, ‘bi’ as in complete and ‘ying’ as in shadow, but people like to call me Biying, ‘bi’ as in ‘sure’ and ‘ying’ as in win – Sure Win. What’s your name?”
“I’m Bu Chengshu. I’ve never lost before. Guess we have a title to compete for.”
“Nice name. It’s rare to come across someone with a taste for names. We’ll play three hundred rounds for our names’ sake.” Du Biying rolled up his sleeves energetically.
Cultivators seldom gambled as it affected their state of mind unlike ordinary folks. They thought unorthodox faction members were the type to let wins and losses motivate them.
“So, what shall we play?”
“Let’s just go with, whoever rolls the bigger numbers when added wins. Who gives a toss about other rules. Whoever wins has to answer a question, deal?”
“That’s simple enough. Let’s do it.” Du Biying passed Mu Yu three ordinary dices he pulled out from thin air.
“I prefer using my dices. Let’s play.”
Du Biying rolled his three dices along the table. They didn’t keep spinning as they did before.
“One, two and one.” Du Biying’s face burnt.
Mu Yu smiled, thinking he was going to easily win without cheating.
One, one and one. Mu Yu couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Kekeke, your luck stinks.”
Mu Yu closely watched Du Biying in case of foul play. Mu Yu didn’t detect spiritual energy at work or see anything suspicious. Noticing the look on Mu Yu’s face, Du Biying said, “Don’t worry, Brother, I hate cheaters more than anything. Cheaters deserved to be skinned. They ruin the fun of gambling, so I don’t cheat.”
“Let’s go again.”
Du Biying: one, two and three.
Mu Yu: Two, two, and three.
Mu Yu finally believed Du Biying wasn’t tampering with the roll. Honestly, Mu Yu didn’t care about winning too much. His aim was merely to grab attention for a conversation.
Du Biying: Three, three and three.
Mu Yu: Two, three and three.
Du Biying wins.
Du Biying: Two, three four.
Mu Yu: Two, three and three.
Du Biying wins again.
Mu Yu lost the next five in a row.
“How many rounds have you lost after your single win?” Zhuang Yuanlang suddenly asked Mu Yu from behind.
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’? Let me guess, you one won round and then suffered a losing streak ever since.”
“Hey, Zhuang Yuanlang, shoo! Go read your books,” pestered Du Biying.
“How did you know?” Mu Yu questioned.
“Did he say something along the lines of ‘Cheaters deserved to be skinned. They ruin the fun of gambling’? If you ask me, he should skin himself. If you believe his baloney, you are incorrigibly stupid.”
“What are you butting in for?” Du Biying fumed.
“So you are cheating, you son of a…” Mu Yu cursed.
“If you don’t like what you hear, so be it.” Zhuang Yuanlang went back to reading on the bridge.
“Don’t listen to him. You’ve lost six rounds, so you need to answer twelve of my questions, hehe.” Du Biying’s attitude started to change to being pushy.
“These die look special,” Ku Mu remarked.
Du Biying’s three dices read, “Four, four and five,” while Mu Yu’s three read, “Three, four and five.”
Ku Mu snickered and pushed Du Biying’s three to read, “Three, four and five,” resulting in Mu Yu’s automatically changing to, “Three, four and four”!
“What the heck?!”
In other words, regardless of what Du Biying rolled, Mu Yu’s roll would always end up being smaller. Mu Yu’s sole win was obviously Du Biying deliberately donating a win.
“Your dices are the “evil dices” Xie Bulao often uses, correct? I heard they’re the best dices around. No other die will dare to beat it, which is why using one’s own die makes no difference against you.”
Xie Bulao was known throughout the world. Ximen Buxing was practically his clone. Both were philanderers, loved to gamble and came up with the King of Evil Die idea.
“Hmph, gambling is about skill. Don’t go blaming the die.”
“Fine, then. I love breaking rules. I can go back on my word as I please. What can you do about it?” Mu Yu asserted.
Du Biying froze for a second when his ace was played against him. He slammed the table and raged, “You asked for it.”
Du Biying expanded his dices nine centimetres and launched them at Mu Yu.
“You want to fight with your cultivation? Sit down.”
Mu Yu, who kept his cultivation suppressed, blasted the dices away with a palm strike, then slipped behind Du Biying and restrained the latter’s shoulder. Suddenly, Du Biying vanished, leaving just his clothing behind.
“Nice escape strategy,” commented Mu Yu.
Nude Du Biying emerged from the water and went over to Zhuang Yuanlang’s side. “Damn it, I misjudged!”
Nobody cared for the two’s spat when Mu Yu expected a reaction.
“You don’t even have your underpants, yet you used it as collateral in our last game? Shameless prick,” Zhuang Yuanlang indifferently said.
“So what? Why are you even exposing me?” thundered Du Biying.
“I can do whatever I like. You’re horrendous at gambling, yet you can’t help yourself gambling daily. Your cultivation is horrendous, so you learn to run instead. You have nothing but cheap tricks,” condemned Zhuang Yuanlang.
“My gambling is useless? Oh, reading books is useful? Does reading satiate your hunger? Can you read your way to higher cultivation levels? You pretender. You gross me out.”
“I don’t expect a barbarian to comprehend my thought process. I like to read. I don’t covet fame or wealth. I read to help the unorthodox faction rise. Without knowledge, like you, you wouldn’t even realise you were sold off until you were sold.”
“I can escape if they sell me off. I’d like to see you do the same.”
“I don’t need to run. I win people over with virtue, opening his eyes to the value of love.”
“Love? Where’s your lover?”
“I love this world.”
Mu Yu wondered, Has Du Biying forgotten all about me? What’s this script? Is this what I have to deal with every time I deal with the unorthodox sects?