All the gamblers who had been eagerly anticipating Zu An’s shameful downfall now sensed an even greater drama about to unfold. The atmosphere rose to a new high as they pressed Plum Blossom Seven to reveal the outcome.

At the urging of his disciples, Plum Blossom Seven finally snapped out of his daze. He swallowed hard and cursed himself for being so foolish as to actually roll a triple. If it had been any other combination, he wouldn’t have lost so badly.

He could already imagine the tragic plight that awaited him. 

That’s seven-and-a-half million silver taels! We wouldn’t be able to raise that much money even if we sell all of the Plum Blossom Sect’s businesses! 

The sect master will dice me up and feed me to the dogs!

The vividness of that image steeled his resolve, and he discreetly slipped his hand beneath the table. A switch was cleverly hidden there, that would trigger a mechanism to change the outcome of the dice.

Given the current circumstances, there was nothing to do but gamble and pray that Chu Chuyan wouldn’t notice.

Unfortunately, he had no understanding of just how powerful a fifth rank cultivator was. His action wasn’t a gamble at all, but a guaranteed failure. As soon as his hand started moving, he found himself shrouded by a white aura, and in an instant, his entire hand had frozen up, becoming completely...