Men's Vivi

The following morning, a gentle breeze blew.

Situated at the pinnacle of the Cangshan Domain, the world-renowned Martial Cultivation City boasted the largest martial arts business establishment across the entire Shenzhou Continent.

It is said that the most exceptionally skilled martial practitioners from all around the world gather here.

Some even claim that within this place, one cannot predict who they might encounter—perhaps even an inconspicuous elderly woman capable of discerning a martial arts cultivator's prowess.

For warriors, this was undeniably a paradise within heaven.

However, even in paradise, casinos existed.

"Bet and leave, bet and leave!"

The casino was alive with white smoke, and swirling dust filled the air due to the lack of exposure to light for an extended period.

People from all walks of life, representing various schools of thought, stood or sat, fixating their gaze on the dice cup about to be unveiled on the table, shouting, "Small, small, small!"

The individual controlling the dice cup, a slight smirk on their lips, extended their hand.

"Big again!" exclaimed a man clad in white, wiping the sweat off his forehead. It was evident from his bloodshot eyes that he had succumbed to the losing streak. He clenched the silver in his hand and bellowed, "I don't believe in this curse! I'll bet small, keep betting small!"

The one afflicted by the losing streak was none other than the renowned ruffian of Wuxiu City. Despite his youthful beauty and charm, with two faint dimples adorning his cheeks, he resembled a typical high school bully from the modern world.

Meanwhile, a loud thud resounded!

He reached out and placed the silver on the "small" mark.

Unexpectedly, his hand was suddenly obstructed by a paper fan.

"Brother, are you certain about betting on small?" a voice questioned from behind. The little bully turned around and beheld a person resembling a prince from a painting—strikingly handsome, with a fair complexion and upward-slanting eyes that exuded a hint of a wicked aura.

"It's none of your business which one I choose!" the frustrated ruffian retorted, particularly disdainful of good-looking, composed individuals. He spared no courtesy!

To his surprise, the man merely smiled, retrieved the paper fan, and swiftly turned his wrist, placing the silver on the "big" mark opposite him!

The red-eyed little bully scowled and shot back a fierce glare.

"Bet and leave, bet and leave!" proclaimed the dealer with an unexpectedly pleasant voice, waving their long sleeves and mesmerizingly swaying the dice cup.

Finally, with a resounding crash, the cup was opened!

"Small, small, small! Give it to me!" The youthful face of the little bully emitted an unparalleled delight whenever he uttered the words "give it to me."

"Five, five, four. Big!" the dealer crisply announced, collecting the silver and pushing the jade-like dice cup aside.

The boy clutched the silver fragments, a broader smile adorning his lips.

Next, the little bully bet small, while she bet big.

When the little bully bet big, she bet small.

In every instance, she wagered in the opposite manner to the red-eyed little bully.

After a dozen rounds, an increasing amount of silver accumulated on the noble prince's side, while the little bully suffered substantial losses!

At that moment, the little bully sensed something amiss. He decided against betting further and observed the noble prince's bets instead.

Every round, without fail, the winnings went to "him"!

Gradually, the beautiful boy's countenance transformed from chagrin to admiration, and eventually, he sighed in awe.

Seemingly achieving the desired effect, the noble prince collected his winnings, closed the paper fan, and prepared to depart.

The little bully promptly followed suit!

Not only him, but even the guards awaiting him behind were astonished and swiftly trailed after him.

The boy dropped the fan, tucking it by his side, and lazily let out a yawn. Although he noticed someone tailing him, he chose not to address it, a sly twinkle in his eyes.

As everyone prepared to depart, the little bully blushed and shouted, "Hey!"

The boy's slender lips curled for an instant before he turned around. "What is it?"

"Ahem." The little bully brought his hand to his lips, perhaps attempting to appear more mature by lowering his voice. "How do you know when to bet big and when to bet small?"

The boy smiled, his brows exuding elegance. "Haven't you heard the saying that ten gambles involve deceit?"

"Of course, Young Master Ben has heard of it!" the handsome young man scoffed, glancing at the boy with arrogance. "It's just that Young Master Ben hasn't mastered it yet."

Why must he speak so righteously about what he can or cannot do!

The enigmatic boy stumbled slightly, his mouth twitching.

"Hey." The beautiful boy possessed a delicate handsomeness when he spoke. "If you share all your knowledge with me, Young Master Ben will reward you generously with silver. How about it?"

He needed to learn these techniques so that he wouldn't lose every time when he encounters "that person" again!

Unbeknownst to anyone, the beautiful boy was peering down with a glint of murderous intent concealed in the corners of his eyes, far beyond his tender age.

"I don't desire silver," the ghostly boy's voice drifted calmly. "However, I can teach you the art of ten gambles involving nine deceits for free."

"Oh?" The beautiful boy raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "That's intriguing. How do you plan on teaching Young Master Ben?"

Stepping forward, the ghostly boy's thin lips carried a hint of significance. "In two days, Wushuanggongzi will hold a small contest here to find a martial cultivation master who matches their skill. Many anticipate that Helian Jiao'er will emerge victorious."

"Helian Jiao'er?" the beautiful boy nonchalantly tightened his pupils. "The capital's renowned beauty designated as the third princess?"

The ghostly boy raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Indeed, that's her."

"And then?" the beautiful boy inquired, his tone measured. "Is there someone more formidable than her?"

The noble prince's thin lips curled. "Certainly, there are others."

"Such as?" the beautiful boy narrowed his eyes.

The ghostly boy smiled. "Helian Weiwei."

"That waste?" the beautiful boy instinctively furrowed his brow.

The ghostly boy touched the bridge of his nose, surprised that her reputation had reached even the son of the city lord residing in distant Wuxiu City.

Indeed, the personable noble prince was none other than the very person who had exhausted his silver to journey to Helian Weiwei of Wuxiu City!

She stood there, her brows clear, emanating an extraordinary aura.

Although she lacked the charm of a cross-dressing female protagonist, she possessed an awe-inspiring allure. With her appearance alone, she exuded a gentle and refined demeanor, effortlessly capturing the attention of many onlookers.

"Why so silent?" the beautiful boy quizzically raised an eyebrow.

Helian Weiwei cleared her throat before speaking. "People believe Helian Weiwei to be a waste, which will lead to greater winnings for us..."