Clearly having the appearance of a human, yet called a “demon.”
That young woman should undoubtedly be a person of the demon race.
The Cangxuan Continent was divided into the realms of humans and demons. Or rather, many continents had demon races, but the demons of the Cangxuan Continent had been forced back into the Dark Lands. Even when they came to the human realm, they had to dress simply and disguise themselves, terrified of being captured by humans.
The young woman on the viewing platform possessed an exceptionally pitiful and touching appearance, her pair of purple eyes resembling glazed crystal; a single glance seemed sufficient to suck a person’s soul right in.
This was actually a succubus!
If a member of the demon race in “The Third Level” was not drained of their demonic qi for refining, it could only mean that the demonic creature served a far greater purpose.
For instance, being bought and sold as a commodity.
“Who wants to bet? This item has been bought out by me, so it can only be gambled on once!” A shrill voice rang out, followed by a series of eerie, cackling laughs.
Judging by the sound alone, he fit the profile of a cannon-fodder villain.
“No betting past three”—a single “item” could only be wagered upon up to three times at most. To secure the qualification to do so, one naturally had to purchase the rights, and buying out all three gambling chances required a substantial amount of top-grade spirit stones. Moreover, the buyer was bound by the rule that if they won, the losing party would be forced to foot the entire bill for the buyout fee.
This fellow was clearly determined to secure this “item” at all costs.
“Junior Uncle,” Mo Rubai’s expression darkened, “why do they treat an innocent young girl like a commodity?”
Watching the naive and righteous-minded Mo Rubai, Shen Zhiwei let out a light laugh and remarked, “Where do you find so many ‘whys’? If you feel sorry for her, you are entirely welcome to win her back and set her free.”
A spark of determination ignited in Mo Rubai’s heart. He cupped his fists toward Shen Zhiwei and said, “Junior Uncle, I’m going!”
With that, Mo Rubai vaulted onto the viewing platform and declared in a deep voice, “I’ll take it.”
“Well, well, not bad, kid!” The owner of that shrill voice turned out to be a lean, withered old man. Looking at Mo Rubai’s sturdy physique, he felt distinctly displeased. “You’re so young, and you’re already this desperate for women? Or is it that you’re just dying to hand your money over to me?”
Ignoring the old man’s taunts entirely, Mo Rubai simply nodded at him. “Let’s begin. What’s your roll?”
Realizing he couldn’t provoke a reaction, the old man dropped the chatter and stated flatly, “I call a two, three, four, five, and six!”
“Hahaha, Old Geezer is pulling his usual cheap tricks again. Absolutely shameless!”
“Exactly, exactly! Your gambling skills are already so formidable, stop bullying a kid!”
…
Mo Rubai’s tone remained completely unperturbed. “Very well, then I call a one.”
Such a thrilling start to a match.
Shen Zhiwei narrowed his eyes, watching Mo Rubai up on the stage.
Though Mo Rubai was the son of destiny in this world and its male protagonist, his inherent temperament was actually remarkably indifferent and detached; the only things capable of truly stirring his emotions were likely his future harem members.
Meanwhile, down below, an uproar had erupted because Mo Rubai had won—and he had won without a shadow of a doubt.
Before Shen Zhiwei could even process what had happened, all three rounds had concluded, and a beam of brilliant white light illuminated Mo Rubai’s figure.
On the ground, every single die displayed a “one” facing upward.
“Impossible…” The old man flew into a rage. “How could I possibly lose? You must be messing with the rules!”
Such an accusation directly violated the ultimate taboo of “The Third Level.” How dared this old man openly question the fairness of “The Third Level”?
Sure enough, another beam of white light materialized, striking the old man and knocking him straight down off the stage.
“Congratulations to this young master~” The one who stepped up to make the announcement was Xuefu.
Barefoot, she swayed toward Mo Rubai step by step, twisting her waist. “This demonic creature now belongs to you. However, you must be sure to sign the binding contract before you ever attempt to remove her locks, you hear?”
Patting Mo Rubai on the shoulder, Xuefu winked at him and shoved him directly toward the “demonic creature.”
“Next up, the second item…”
Mo Rubai, however, no longer had any spare attention to give to whatever the second item might be. His gaze was locked immovably onto the young girl before him, his entire mind and soul thoroughly ensnared…
[Damn it!]
Shen Zhiwei had intended to check on what Mo Rubai was up to, but unexpectedly heard the voice of Sanba ringing in his head.
[What is it?]
[Quick, stop Mo Rubai! He’s about to break the seal on that demonic girl!]
Sanba hadn’t anticipated that things would spiral out of control like this. He had instructed Shen Zhiwei to bring Mo Rubai to “The Third Level” specifically for that spiritual pet, completely forgetting that the demonic seductress also made her appearance at this exact juncture.
If Mo Rubai’s ultimate golden finger, the Xuananyuan lineage, had still been active, he certainly wouldn’t have been so easily bewitched by that demoness.
However…
“It’s too late,” Shen Zhiwei clicked his tongue. “Mo Rubai has already broken it.”
The moment the words left Shen Zhiwei’s lips, a billowing cloud of black smoke instantly swept across the space.
Demonic qi! And an exceptionally dense concentration of it at that!
Shen Zhiwei’s immediate reaction was to dash straight toward the spot where his spiritual pet was kept!
Only after stealthily stuffing the snake into his spirit beast pouch without a soul noticing did he let out a sigh of relief.
Chaos was wonderful—the more chaotic, the better! In fact, he felt things weren’t chaotic enough yet!
Shen Zhiwei felt somewhat speechless, though. He had exploited a plot loophole to make Xuefu teach Mo Rubai a few tricks, never expecting that Mo Rubai would actually use those very tricks to win himself a woman.
True to being a stallion protagonist.
“Who?!”
Shen Zhiwei suddenly felt someone pressing tightly against his body.
“J-Junior Uncle, it’s me.” Mo Rubai’s voice sounded strained with pain. “Junior Uncle, I… I feel so uncomfortable.”
Shen Zhiwei’s expression morphed into something bizarre. Was Mo Rubai experiencing… that sort of thing?
That hard, rigid bulge was pressing directly against his thigh right now…
Of all the terrible timing, the stallion protagonist had to go into heat right here and now!
Xuefu had vanished to who-knows-where, and the demonic girl from the nether realms was entirely untraceable.
Meanwhile, “The Third Level,” suffering its first large-scale invasion of demonic qi, had descended into absolute pandemonium.
The beam of white light capable of blasting a cultivator down to the ground was now entirely swallowed by the swirling demonic qi, reducing everything to a hazy, murky gray.
The once-a-month “gambling match” had thus been utterly ruined by Mo Rubai.
Yet the culprit lacked any self-awareness, instead wrapping his arms around Shen Zhiwei’s waist and rubbing against him back and forth. “Junior Uncle, it hurts.”
This spectacle was truly bizarre. Shen Zhiwei was shoved roughly by passersby on several occasions amidst the surrounding chorus of angry curses and swearing—not to mention the scorching heat radiating from Mo Rubai’s breath.
He couldn’t possibly allow Mo Rubai to go into heat publicly right here in this place; otherwise, what would become of the Cangqiong Sect’s reputation?
“Stop thrashing around!” Shen Zhiwei barked sharply. “I’m taking you out of here right now!”
Seeming to comprehend Shen Zhiwei’s words, Mo Rubai indeed quieted down somewhat.
Truth be told, getting Mo Rubai out of here at this moment wasn’t exactly convenient. After a brief internal debate, Shen Zhiwei simply hooked his arms under Mo Rubai’s legs and hoisted him up into a bridal carry in his arms.
Despite looking slender, Mo Rubai was by no means light. Navigating his way through the chaotic crowd while covertly swiping a few talismans from wandering stalls, Shen Zhiwei zipped straight toward the exit in a flash.
With such a major crisis erupting in “The Third Level” today, the guards naturally wouldn’t allow anyone to just walk out.
Yet, to Shen Zhiwei’s own surprise, the moment he lightly pressed a talisman against the surface of the door, a small exit seamlessly materialized…
What Shen Zhiwei remained unaware of was that less than ten meters away, tucked around a dark corner behind him, Xuefu was staring directly at their retreating backs with unblinking eyes…
Fortunately, Shen Zhiwei was still wearing his mask; otherwise, a man carrying another man in his arms like a bride out of the Lexian Pavilion would leave him completely unable to clear his name, no matter how many mouths he had.
After securing a brand-new private room, Shen Zhiwei finally dumped the flushed, feverish Mo Rubai onto the bed.
Who knows what that demonic girl had done to Mo Rubai to leave him in such a wretched state.
“J-Junior Uncle…” Mo Rubai opened hazy, fog-veiled eyes, a look of agony crossing his features. “Am I poisoned? Am I going to die? Please, save me… I don’t want to die…”