Chapter 2140: My Horse Racing Lottery

He didn't know if there was a God of Gamblers in the God Realm, but the person before him had guessed correctly twice in a row, without the slightest error. Even if he wasn't such a deity, he must be very close.

Therefore, he wouldn't dare to gamble again, not even if his life depended on it.

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

He looked at the spinning disc again, mentally calculating the result to be around fifty. With an unchanging expression, he then looked at the young man nearby.

He saw the young man turn and instruct, "Wang Ying, go buy number 27!"

"Yes!" A girl behind him left. Moments later, the result was announced, and it was indeed 27.

Yao Shan was drenched in a cold sweat.

He was lucky he hadn't gambled; otherwise, his kitchen would have been lost!

But... how did the other party manage to be so accurate with their purchases?

One choice out of a hundred, perfectly accurate...

Luck...

The first time might be luck, the second time could be a stretch, but three times in a row? That definitely had nothing to do with luck!

In fact, not only was he disbelieving, but Zhao Ya and the others also had eyes gleaming with admiration.

Indeed... wherever their teacher went, even in the God Realm, filled with countless experts, he always managed to impress like this!

Fu Yuan was one of the three most powerful elders under Wu Fangqing, the City Lord of Nightfall City, and was in charge of all operations at the Nether Hall.

The drawing of quotas fell directly under his jurisdiction.

After finishing lunch, he stretched, intending to find a place to enjoy some music.

Although he was neither the most powerful nor the strongest person in Nightfall City, he was content with his current situation: a peak High-grade Deity, second only to one person, and above ten thousand.

Knowing his own talent, he understood he would never reach the Celestial Deity stage. Given that, why spend his limited remaining time pursuing illusory power?

It was better to simply live day by day and enjoy a moment of peace and leisure in this fleeting world!

"Luo Sheng," Elder Fu Yuan instructed, "go ask if Little Lian at the Emerald Pavilion is free. If she is, I'll go find her after I've listened to some music!"

Little Lian from the Emerald Pavilion was one of his regular companions, whom he often visited.

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

"What's wrong?" Elder Fu Yuan asked, adjusting his clothes.

"Reporting, Elder," Luo Sheng quickly said, "someone just came from the front to report that today, someone purchasing quotas to enter the God Mountain has guessed correctly eleven times in a row!"

"Eleven times in a row?" Elder Fu Yuan was stunned, abruptly halting his steps. "What do you mean? Did he buy all one hundred numbers at once, or... what's going on?"

There had been many wealthy individuals before who would contract all the numbers upon arrival, guaranteeing they'd get whatever number came up.

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

His face was filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Only buys one? And gets it right every time?" Fu Yuan's eyes widened. "You're not lying to me?"

"It's true..." Luo Sheng said, "The outside world is already in an uproar!"

"This... have the formations and such been checked? Are there no problems?"

"They've all been checked, everything's normal..."

"Let's go take a look..." Losing all desire to listen to music, Fu Yuan hurried towards the Nether Hall and arrived there shortly.

At this moment, an unknown number of people had gathered in front of the disc used for drawing quotas.

"He hit it again! That must be thirteen now!"

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

"It seems the remaining quotas won't be available to us..."

Everyone had expressions of disbelief.

Elder Fu Yuan approached, took a careful look, and found that the formation indeed had no problems. The young man, surrounded by everyone, made no movements; on the contrary, his hands remained clasped behind his back.

He could determine the exact number for the quota, thirteen times in a row, without a single mistake?

"I'll do it!" Seeing that the fourteenth round was about to begin, and unable to restrain himself any longer, Elder Fu Yuan leapt onto the high platform. He pointed a finger, and the disc began to spin.

The formation glowed. He carefully checked every part and found no problems.

"Go buy number 13!"

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

Still perfectly accurate!

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

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Elder Fu Yuan jumped off the high platform, filled with anger.

"Just an unknown nobody, passing through and buying quotas, that's all!" Zhang Xuan said with a faint smile.

"Merely buying quotas? And hitting it right fourteen times in a row?" Elder Fu Yuan waved his hand. "Guards, escort this distinguished guest to a room! I believe it's necessary to question him thoroughly."

"Question thoroughly?" Zhang Xuan raised an eyebrow. "What, is the dignified Nether Hall unable to afford losing simply because I can guess the number every time?"

This is just like a lottery; you can't arrest someone just because they keep winning, can you?

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

"The Nether Hall put out two hundred quotas for people to draw, to demonstrate fairness!" Elder Fu Yuan said. "If you, alone, take all the quotas, what about the other cultivators? Where's the fairness in that?"

"Fairness?" Zhang Xuan retorted. "Are these people, who constantly calculate, doing it for fairness? Many others spend all day immersed in this, making a living from it—is that also fair?"

Zhang Xuan waved his hand. "Alright, since you don't want me to buy, I simply won't. I'll take my leave!"

With eleven direct disciples, his parents, and Sun Qiang, a total of fourteen people, they had already secured fourteen quotas, so there was no need to continue.

After all, his goal was divine spiritual energy, not to cause trouble here.

Having just arrived in the God Realm, it was best to maintain a low profile.

"Wait!" Before Elder Fu Yuan could speak, an old man in the crowd, none other than Yao Shan who had lost the previous bet, shouted loudly and blocked the way. "You've gained so many quotas, and you think you can just turn around and leave? How could it be that easy? What do you all say?"

"Exactly!"

"We also came here to draw quotas. Now that you've taken them, we have no chance. Leaving without an explanation? Dream on!"

"Fourteen quotas, give out seven of them to everyone, that shouldn't be too much, right?"

A wave of discussions erupted, and many people sneered.

Although they didn't know how the other party could guess the correct answer, with someone taking the lead, they certainly weren't willing to let him leave so easily.

Frowning, Zhang Xuan looked at Elder Fu Yuan nearby. "Is this a rule of your Nether Hall? When purchasing quotas, are others not allowed to succeed?"

Elder Fu Yuan was taken aback. "Of course not! However, you've hit it correct fourteen times in a row, and I suspect cheating is involved..."

"Cheating? Alright then!" Zhang Xuan looked over. "You show me how to cheat! Everyone present can show me. If you can cheat... and guess the number, I don't mind giving out all fourteen of my quotas!"

"Uh..."

Everyone was speechless.

If they could guess the quotas, they would have become rich long ago and wouldn't still be stuck here.

"Can't do it?" Zhang Xuan shook his head. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave!"

After speaking, he gestured, and his many disciples, closely following behind him, began to walk out.

"You can't leave..."

The crowd surrounded them.

"You can keep me from leaving, if you wish," Zhang Xuan said. "If I'm not mistaken, there are still sixteen quotas left to be distributed, right? At worst, I'll just stay here and draw all of them!"

With his arms crossed over his chest, Zhang Xuan's face held a smile.

Everyone was startled, and thinking of his uncanny ability, they began to back away.

If he weren't here, perhaps they could still win a few times, but if he stayed here and took all the quotas, persisting would just be a waste of money!

"Don't listen to his nonsense, everyone," Yao Shan said. "He only has fourteen Pseudo-deities with him; drawing fourteen times is already their limit!"

He had noticed earlier that the other party had fourteen people with him, and each person could only draw once a day. Even if they wanted to draw more, would they still be able?

"That's right!"

"Even if he stays here, he can't draw any more..."

The crowd suddenly realized and blocked them again.

As long as they didn't let him leave, he would eventually have to give up some of these quotas.

Anyway, with so many people present, including many experts, no matter how strong the other party was, he wouldn't dare to resist. Moreover, within the city, they had to operate according to the rules, and resorting to force was clearly impossible.

"Can't draw more?" Zhang Xuan asked. "Elder, if I'm not mistaken about the rules, this kind of drawing isn't limited only to humans, is it?"

"Of course!" Elder Fu Yuan nodded.

In the God Realm, many divine beasts could already transform into human forms. Restricting it only to humans would be extremely unfair to divine beasts.

Therefore, the rules for the draw did not restrict it to humans or other beings.

"Alright then..." Zhang Xuan turned and instructed Sun Qiang.

Sun Qiang looked over with a strange expression, his mouth twitching slightly. He walked out, and a moment later, he led in fourteen horses.

"Since you won't let me leave," Zhang Xuan said, "my horses, though only at the Pseudo-deity realm, also need quotas. It wouldn't be too much to let them draw, would it?"

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

The young man controlling the disc on the platform was at a loss, unsure whether to accept it or not. After a moment, he finally took the divine coin and handed over number 64.

The formation disappeared, and the disc revealed the pointer's position... number 64!

"Horses can draw too?"

"The Nether Hall didn't say animals couldn't draw. One horse drawing one quota... he has over ten of them... if they all draw, won't there be no numbers left?"

"What do we do then?"

Everyone went crazy.

They had thought that once the other party had his quotas, he wouldn't be able to draw any more, and would be trapped here, at their mercy. They never dreamed he would even bring horses over...

The crucial thing was that these horses... could also take money, and could guess the numbers perfectly...

How were people supposed to live?

Are we even worse than horses?

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

If he didn't let them go, soon all the quotas would truly be swept clean by the other party.

Since the quota drawing began, it was the first time he felt so frustrated, unable to exert his power.

Inside the city, rules must be followed, but... sometimes too many rules leave one helpless.