332: A little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling is deadly!

Li Shengyuan could clearly feel that his own ocean of Luck, which was already deep, vast, and inscrutable, seemed to ripple slightly.

Some foreign “streams,” varied in nature but posing no threat, had merged into it.

Most of this Luck was mixed, but the moment it entered his own unfathomable “ocean,” it was quickly assimilated and settled.

This instead made his Luck appear more complete and profound, even subtly adding an indescribable vitality and affinity.

Every living creature in the world possesses Luck, just in varying amounts.

Once Luck is diminished, it is extremely difficult to replenish!

These fellows who won Song Zhen's money sold their own Luck for a small amount of external wealth.

They might earn it but not live to spend it... Thoughts raced through Li Shengyuan's mind. “Junior Brother Song's ability is actually... bidirectional? He loses the bet and his own 'Gambling Luck' in exchange for the opponent's temporary 'Gambling Luck' and the transfer of some mixed Luck.”

“And this transferred mixed Luck actually automatically seeks out and attaches itself to the person present who has the deepest 'connection' with him, or rather, the existence whose fate and Luck can best bear and digest this substance?”

“Because I brought him here, gave him Spirit Stones, and have been paying attention to him, this 'Karma' has fallen upon me?”

Having figured this out, the smile on Li Shengyuan's face deepened, and his eyes sparkled with brilliance.

After understanding the composition of Song Zhen's Gambling Luck, Li Shengyuan finally understood why his father allowed Song Zhen to gamble constantly and squander the family fortune... It turned out that the Luck Song Zhen absorbed all went to his father, whose business grew bigger and bigger, never encountering misfortune.

What a true son of fortune!

The way Li Shengyuan looked at Song Zhen gradually changed.

Although Chu Chunqiu despised this Little Junior Brother's love for gambling, keeping him close was like having an extra life-saving talisman!

If Song Zhen utilized this properly, he would surely achieve unexpected results in the upcoming gathering of talents at Holy Dragon City.

Looking back at Song Zhen, he had already lost the bag of Spirit Stones Li Shengyuan gave him, and he was now pulling out his own savings, continuing to wander between the various gambling tables.

He tried roulette, dice cups, and even went to the Beast-Fighting Cage to bet on which Yao Beast would win, but the result was always the same... he lost far more than he won, a nine-to-one ratio.

Yet, on Song Zhen's face, there was no sign of the frustration, resentment, or jealousy typical of ordinary gamblers who lose money.

On the contrary, his eyes were bright, his expression focused, and he even carried a strange sense of satisfaction.

For him, the process of gambling itself—the thrill of uncertainty, the strategic planning, the focus despite always losing, and... the mysterious experience of secretly operating his ability and perceiving the flow of Luck—was the greatest pleasure.

Having been restricted by Senior Brother for so long, unable to enjoy himself fully, he was finally having his fill now.

Gradually, many regulars and dealers in the Thousand Gold Workshop noticed this “Little Fat Sheep” who was generous with money, always lost, yet never tired of gambling.

Whenever Song Zhen was about done losing at one table and wanted to switch games, there were always Yao Race gamblers or glamorous female attendants of the Workshop, dressed in uniform, who enthusiastically tried to keep him, introducing new games while gazing at him intently.

But in Song Zhen's eyes, all beautiful female Yao were merely painted skeletons; even a glance was too much!

“Little Brother, if your Luck is bad, why not change the feng shui? We just got the 'Phantom Cards' over here, they're very exciting!”

“Brother, don't leave! Play a couple more rounds, maybe you'll win back your capital!”

“Esteemed guest, we have a VIP Hall on the second floor with more refined games. Would you like to try it?”

“...”

Song Zhen accepted all invitations, full of enthusiasm.

Li Shengyuan let him be, only secretly noting the few individuals who were especially “enthusiastic” toward Song Zhen and whose auras were the most subtle and complex.

Before they knew it, it was late at night.

The Thousand Gold Workshop was still noisy, but some gamblers were showing signs of fatigue.

Primarily because they were about to lose everything... Song Zhen finally lost the last Spirit Stone on his person that could be used for betting. He was very principled and absolutely would not use his core resources for Cultivation or other items Li Shengyuan had given him.

He then let out a long breath, a flush of contentment on his face, as if he had just enjoyed a delicious feast.

He squeezed out of the crowd and came over to Li Shengyuan, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, scratching his head sheepishly:

“Big Brother Li, well... the Spirit Stones... I lost them all.”

Li Shengyuan couldn't help but laugh at his appearance and patted his shoulder:

“It's fine. Winning and losing is normal. The important thing is that you had fun. Come on, it's time to go back. Great Master Senior Brother is probably... 'refined' enough now.”

The two left the Thousand Gold Workshop, leaving the noise behind them.

A gust of night wind blew, and Song Zhen let out a small yawn, but his spirit was still excited.

Li Shengyuan glanced back at the brightly lit casino sign, a deep glint flashing in his eyes.

Small gambling is fun; next comes the big gambling that will be “deadly”!