Chapter 2115: My Horse Can Draw Lots

He didn't know if there was a gambling god in the divine realm, but the man before him had guessed correctly twice in a row, down to the exact number. Even if he wasn't one, he was close enough.

So, even if beaten to death, he wouldn't dare continue gambling.

Even if he did gamble, he would wait and see whether the other party's subsequent predictions were correct first.

Looking at the spinning wheel again, he calculated in his mind that it was around fifty. His face showed no change as he glanced at the young man not far away.

He saw him turn his head and instruct again: "Wang Ying, go buy number 27!"

"Yes!" A girl behind him walked out. Moments later, the result came out—it was indeed 27.

Yao Shan broke out in a cold sweat.

Good thing he didn't bet, or else... even the kitchen would be gone!

But... how did the other party buy so accurately?

One in a hundred, down to the exact number...

Luck...

The first time was luck, the second time barely acceptable, but three times in a row... that had nothing to do with luck anymore!

In fact, not only he found it hard to believe, but Zhao Ya and the others were also so impressed their eyes sparkled.

Indeed... no matter where the teacher went, even in the divine realm with countless experts, he was still this impressive!

...

Fu Yuan was one of the three most powerful elders under Ye Ming City Lord Wu Fangqing, in charge of all operations of the Nether Soul Hall.

The drawing of lots fell under his jurisdiction.

After lunch, he stretched lazily and planned to find a place to listen to some music.

Though not the most powerful or strongest in Ye Ming City, he was content with his current situation—a peak Upper-Grade Deity, second only to one and above ten thousand.

He knew his own talent; he would never reach the Heavenly God level, so why waste the little time he had left chasing illusory strength?

Better to drift along and steal a moment of leisure!

"Luo Sheng, find out if Xiao Lian at Emerald Tower is free. If she is, I'll go see her after listening to the music!" Elder Fu Yuan instructed.

Xiao Lian of Emerald Tower was one of his lovers, whom he often visited.

The servant named Luo Sheng nodded and hurried out. Before long, he returned with an anxious look.

"What's wrong?" Elder Fu Yuan adjusted his clothes and asked.

"Reporting to Elder, earlier someone from the front reported that today... someone buying slots to enter the Divine Mountain has won eleven times in a row!" Luo Sheng said hastily.

"Eleven times in a row?" Elder Fu Yuan was startled, stopping mid-stride: "What do you mean? Did he buy a hundred numbers all at once, or... what happened?"

There had been wealthy patrons before who bought all the numbers at once, so no matter which number came up, they would win.

"No, he only buys one number each time, but he wins every time, as if the formation is under his control..." Luo Sheng said.

His face was full of disbelief.

"Only buys one? And wins every time?" Fu Yuan's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me?"

"It's true... The place is in an uproar now!" Luo Sheng said.

"This... Have the formations been checked? Any problems?"

"All checked, everything is normal..."

"Let's go see..." Losing all interest in music, Fu Yuan hurried toward the Nether Soul Hall and arrived shortly.

By now, an uncountable crowd had gathered around the wheel used for drawing lots.

"He won again! That's thirteen in a row!"

"Yeah, thirteen in a row—how does he do it?"

"Looks like the remaining slots won't be for us..."

...

Everyone wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Elder Fu Yuan approached and took a close look. He found that the formation indeed had no issues, and the young man at the center of the crowd made no moves—in fact, he kept his hands behind his back.

And yet he could determine which number would win, thirteen times in a row without a single mistake?

"Let me try!" Seeing that the fourteenth round was about to begin, Fu Yuan could no longer hold back. He leaped onto the platform, pointed a finger, and the wheel began to spin.

The formation's light flickered as he carefully inspected every part—no problems.

"Go buy number 13!"

Moments later, the mist dispersed, and number 13 appeared before everyone.

Still spot on!

"Friend, who exactly are you? What is the meaning of this?"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Fu Yuan jumped down from the platform, anger in his voice.

"Just an insignificant nobody passing through, buying a slot!" Zhang Xuan said with a faint smile.

"Just buying a slot? And winning fourteen times in a row?" Elder Fu Yuan waved his hand: "Men, take this honored guest to a room. I think it's necessary to have a proper chat."

"A proper chat? What, the illustrious Nether Soul Hall can't afford to lose just because I can guess the numbers every time?" Zhang Xuan raised an eyebrow.

This was like a lottery—you couldn't arrest someone just because they kept winning!

He hadn't violated any rules, and the formation remained untouched.

"The Nether Soul Hall put up two hundred slots for drawing to show fairness! If you buy up all the slots, what about the other cultivators? Where's the fairness?" Elder Fu Yuan said.

"Fairness? These people, always calculating—could it also be for fairness? And many more, immersed in this all day, making a living from it—is that called fairness?"

Zhang Xuan waved his hand: "Fine, since you don't want me to buy, I won't. Farewell!"

Eleven direct disciples, plus his parents and Sun Qiang, made fourteen people in total. Now that they had obtained fourteen slots, there was no need to continue.

After all, his goal was the divine spirit energy, not to stir up trouble here.

Having just arrived in the divine realm, it was better to keep a low profile.

"Hold it!" Before Elder Fu Yuan could speak, an old man in the crowd shouted loudly and blocked the way. It was Yao Shan, who had lost the bet earlier: "Getting so many slots and wanting to turn around and leave—how can it be that cheap? Don't you all agree?"

"Exactly!"

"We came here to draw slots too. Now that you've drawn them all, we've lost our chance. Leaving without an explanation—dream on!"

"Fourteen slots—give seven to share among everyone. That shouldn't be too much, should it..."

A clamor of discussion arose, and many revealed cold smiles.

Though they didn't know how the other party could guess the correct answers, with someone taking the lead, they certainly wouldn't let him leave so easily.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Xuan looked at Elder Fu Yuan not far away: "Is this the rule of your Nether Soul Hall? That buying slots is not allowed to succeed?"

Elder Fu Yuan was taken aback: "Of course not! But you've hit fourteen times in a row—I suspect cheating..."

"Cheating? Fine!" Zhang Xuan looked over: "Show me! Anyone here can show me. If you can hit... guess the number, I'll give up all fourteen slots without hesitation!"

"Uh..."

The crowd fell silent.

If they could guess the slots, they would have gotten rich long ago and wouldn't be stuck here.

"Can't do it?" Zhang Xuan shook his head: "Then I'm sorry. Farewell!"

With that, he gave a signal, and the many disciples followed closely behind him as they walked out.

"You can't leave..."

The crowd blocked their way.

"If you won't let me leave, that's fine too. If I remember correctly, there are still sixteen slots not yet distributed. I might as well stay here and draw all the slots!"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Zhang Xuan smiled.

Everyone was startled. Thinking of his miraculous ability, they began to hesitate.

If he weren't here, they might still win a few times. If he stayed and took all the slots, persisting would just be a waste of money!

"Don't listen to his nonsense. He only has fourteen pseudo-gods with him. Drawing fourteen times is already his limit!" Yao Shan said.

He had noticed earlier that the other party had only fourteen followers. One person could only draw once a day... Even if he wanted to draw more, did he have the ability?

"That's right!"

"Even if he stays, he can't draw anymore..."

The crowd suddenly realized and blocked him again.

As long as they didn't let him leave, sooner or later he would have to spit out some of those slots.

After all, with so many people present, including experts, no matter how strong the other party was, he wouldn't dare to resist. Besides, within the city, they had to follow the rules. Using force was clearly impossible.

"Can't draw? Elder, if I'm not mistaken about the rules, this lottery isn't restricted to humans only, is it?"

Too lazy to bother with the crowd blocking him, Zhang Xuan smiled again.

After drawing for so long, he had already figured out the rules.

"Of course," Elder Fu Yuan nodded.

In the divine realm, many divine beasts could already transform into human form. Restricting it to humans would be extremely unfair to divine beasts.

Therefore, the lottery rules did not restrict humans or others.

"Very well..." Zhang Xuan turned and gave an order to Sun Qiang.

The latter looked at him strangely, twitched the corner of his mouth, walked out, and after a moment, led fourteen horses inside.

"Since you won't let me leave, my horses here are also at the pseudo-god realm and need slots. Let them draw—that's not too much, is it?"

Zhang Xuan waved his hand, and one horse, as if understanding, stepped forward, wrote the number 64 on the ground, and handed over a divine coin.

The youth on the stage controlling the disk didn't know whether to take it or not. After a moment, he took the divine coin and handed over the number 64.

Buzz!

The formation disappeared, and the disk revealed the pointer's direction... Number 64!

"Horses can draw too?"

"The Nether Soul Hall didn't say animals couldn't draw. One horse draws one slot. He has over a dozen... If they all draw, won't there be no numbers left?"

"What do we do then?"

...

Everyone went mad.

They thought that since he already had slots and couldn't draw anymore, he would be trapped here and they could exploit him. They never dreamed he would even bring horses...

And the key was that these horses... could also pay money, guess the numbers correctly, without a single mistake...

Could they even let people live?

Were they... not even as good as horses?

"Let him go!" His face twitching, Elder Fu Yuan gritted his teeth.

If they didn't, all the remaining slots would really be swept clean by him.

Since the lottery began, this was the first time he felt so frustrated, with strength unable to be used.

In the city, one had to follow the rules, but... sometimes too many rules left one helpless.