Besides that, our gambling house will record personal points for you based on how much you bet and your win record. Upstairs we have all kinds of magical implements, alchemical pills, cultivation manuals, and so on — all redeemable with points. As long as Young Master has enough points, the girls in the house are there for you to choose from; anything you want is possible!

Saying that, the woman shot Lin Mo an extremely suggestive look and even licked her red lips.

At her words, Lin Mo finally understood why the gambling house was so crowded. Such advanced operational thinking, paired with a dazzling variety of game modes and the fact that the points system let you exchange for items — even if this were placed in the modern world he’d lived in during his previous life, it would still be explosively impressive.

Moreover, this was an age with very little entertainment. Gambling, after all, had always existed in every era. Who wouldn’t want to get rich overnight, to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle? There were simply too many people with a gambler’s mentality — a weakness of human nature, unable to rein in their greed.

And with this gambling den even involving trades based on looks, there really weren’t many who could resist such temptation.

Especially with this points system in place — it was just like playing a mobile game that ran a recharge-cashback event. That kind of compensatory psychology often struck right at the heart of human weakness: “Even if I lose, I still earn points; and once I’ve got points, I can exchange them for stuff — so it’s not really a loss, is it?”

Lin Mo couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Then, in his mind, he began speaking with the system.

“See? Other people’s systems — their mechanisms are far better than yours.”
“If you had to compete with them for business, you’d probably lose out.”

【Host, I’m your one-and-only exclusive system baby!】

【This system would never… ever help anyone but you!】

【Besides, even if I tried those flashy gimmicks, Host, you’re way too smart to fall for them anyway!】

Lin Mo chuckled.

“Your mouth really is getting sweeter and sweeter.”

“You just said three sentences; consider that you’ve answered three questions.”

“Reward: sixty points!”

The system exclaimed excitedly, “The host is so good — I’ll keep working hard!”

Lin Mo spent ten million spirit stones to exchange for the corresponding chips.

To be honest, when it came to gambling, Lin Mo had actually added quite a few points to that skill whenever he drew rewards within the system. By the system’s grading, his gambling skill was around level seven — in modern terms, he wouldn’t be any worse than those so-called gambling saints, kings, or gods.

After exchanging the chips — quite a sizable amount — the many attending women immediately swarmed around him, pouring tea, serving drinks, kneading shoulders, and rubbing backs. Their service was on par with Haidilao’s.

Lin Tian chuckled and said, “Uncle Mo, I wasn’t lying to you, right? This gambling house really is a paradise.”

Lin Mo blinked at Lin Tian but said nothing. He had never liked anything complicated or fussy, and he didn’t care for all those elaborate games. So he chose something simple — dice, guessing big or small.

A hostess smiled and said, “Young master, you’ve got chips worth ten million spirit stones — why not try a fifty-point table and have some fun?”

It was a fifty-point system, with a minimum bet of five hundred thousand spirit stones. Lin Mo didn’t hesitate. He followed the woman who introduced herself as Xiao Hong into an area where dice were being played.

This table had far fewer people than the others.

The main seat was occupied by a young man dressed elegantly, his cultivation at the Golden Core stage. Standing beside him was a middle-aged man in the Nascent Soul stage.

When Lin Mo took his seat, the young man glanced at him deliberately, since they looked about the same age. The middle-aged man beside him gently shook his head.

Realizing instantly that Lin Mo was someone he couldn’t afford to provoke, the young man withdrew his gaze and didn’t dare look directly at him again.

“Young master, to comply with the gambling-house rules, you’ll need to wear our specially made wristband.”

An attendant respectfully presented a white wristband and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Tian leaned in and whispered, “Uncle Mo, this wristband detects fluctuations of spiritual power. The moment you channel any qi, it lights up — to prevent cheating.”

Lin Mo wasn’t surprised. This is the cultivation world, he thought. A gambling house that can’t guard against trickery wouldn’t survive long.

He accepted the wristband and let the system scan it. Once he confirmed there was nothing suspicious about it, he slipped it on.

The dice roller at the table was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. He shook the cup — made from some special material — twice back and forth before bringing it to a stop.

“All bets are final.”

Most people pressed their wagers on Big. Lin Mo, however, calmly bet on Leopard.

Lin Tian frowned. “Uncle Mo, you’re starting off with a Leopard?”

Lin Mo ignored him.

When the dice opened — 3, 2, 3, 4 — it was Small. He lost the first round.

In the second, Lin Mo once again placed five hundred thousand spirit stones on Leopard.

“Uncle Mo,” Lin Tian urged anxiously, “Leopard pays big, sure, but the odds of hitting it are tiny. Keep this up and you’ll lose everything!”

Lin Mo still paid him no attention.

Most people at the table hesitated, though a few spent a million spirit stones to bet on Small.
The dice revealed 1, 6, 7, 9 — Big.

For the third round, Lin Mo switched and bet on Big.

The onlookers didn’t dare speak up or even exchange glances with him; they could only whisper inwardly — wondering whether Lin Mo simply had too much money and nowhere to spend it, coming here just to squander a fortune.

Even Lin Tian couldn’t bear to watch anymore. He grabbed at Lin Mo’s arm, trying to pull him away. “Uncle Mo, I was wrong, all right? Let’s just go back.”

He had thought Lin Mo excelled at everything and would dominate the gambling floor.
He never expected that, when it came to gambling, Lin Mo would seem like some hard-headed fool who refused to adapt — losing millions of spirit stones in a blink.

The sight made his heart ache.

Lin Mo said calmly, “Don’t make such a fuss. I have more than enough spirit stones.”

Realizing he couldn’t stop him, Lin Tian could only sigh and give up.

“Even if he loses, there are still points to earn.”
“His Uncle Mo has money—let him play.”

Very soon, after ten straight rounds, Lin Mo had lost every last spirit stone.
Lin Tian forced a smile. “Let’s go, Uncle Mo. Just think of it as a bit of entertainment.”

But Lin Mo had no intention of leaving. He glanced at Xiao Hong and said with a smile, “Keep going—exchange another twenty thousand spirit stones’ worth of chips for me.”
Xiao Hong beamed. “Yes, young master.”

All of Lin Mo’s turnover would be recorded under her name; the more he lost, the more she stood to gain. No one had expected Lin Mo to be this flush with money, and the ruckus quickly drew a crowd. Lin Tian felt horribly guilty—he never should’ve dragged Lin Mo into this.

Still, the fresh chips were soon in hand. Lin Mo counted out five million in chips for Lin Tian and sent a soundless instruction: “In a moment, place one million first. Then add four million on the other option. Don’t pick a side yourself.”

Thinking Lin Mo finally had a plan, Lin Tian did exactly as told. Someone wagered a million on Big/Small, Lin Tian matched a million on Big/Small, and Lin Mo put a million on Leopard (triple). When it came time to reveal, the dealer chuckled and opened Big—

Lin Tian waved his hand in dismay. “Uncle Mo, at this rate we’re still losing!”

Lin Mo only smiled and patted his shoulder. “It’s fine. Your part is already done.”

On the next round, Lin Tian didn’t bet. Everyone assumed Lin Mo would keep pressing, but unexpectedly he put his stake on Small.

“He’s lost twenty in a row—his luck’s rotten,” someone scoffed. Seeing Lin Mo wager on Small, the crowd piled onto Big.

The dice-thrower’s lips curled ever so slightly—he’d already made up his mind. At the exact instant the cup stopped shaking and came down—

“Wait,” Lin Mo called out.

The dice-thrower looked over. “Young master, once the bet is placed, it’s final. No changes allowed.”

“I’m not changing my bet—just raising it by fifteen million,” Lin Mo said.

The dice-handler froze. People around them stared like Lin Mo had gone mad.

Xiao Hong hurried out to explain, “Young master, we don’t allow mid-round raises here.”

Lin Mo’s voice turned cold. “When that young master raised just now, why didn’t you say so then? The points haven’t been revealed, and I’m not adding chips after the close—what’s wrong with a late raise? If you won’t allow it, is your gambling house planning to cheat?”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.
“Yeah, this young man isn’t doing anything wrong—why can’t he raise?”

“Yes, yes, yes—I think raising is fine. If your house forbids it, that’s the real problem!”
“And like he said, when that young master’s friend raised earlier, why didn’t you stop him—”

Lin Tian had completely given up. Since Uncle Mo wants to play, let him play to his heart’s content. Hiding in the crowd, he shouted, “Let him raise! Let him raise!!”

The mood swung with him. Under the pressure, Xiao Hong could no longer object. A fine sweat beaded on the dealer’s forehead as his trembling fingers lifted the cup.

It really was Leopard—three of a kind. The onlookers went slack-jawed, then erupted in cheers. With thirty-to-one odds, fifteen million spirit stones instantly became four hundred and fifty million.

To be honest, even after cutting down so many demonic cultivators in the Demon Realm, the spirit stones Lin Mo had looted from corpses had only totaled about three hundred million. This one roll—four hundred and fifty million in a single hit—felt unbelievably good.

Lin Tian stood stunned for a long moment, rubbed his eyes, and when he confirmed Lin Mo had actually cashed out that mountain of spirit stones, he wrapped himself around Lin Mo’s leg. “Uncle Mo, you’re my god! I worked so hard to come with you—giving me one percent isn’t too much, right?”

One percent of four hundred and fifty million was still four and a half million spirit stones. Thinking of how Lin Tian wanted to buy a birthday gift for his father, Lin Mo wasn’t stingy. “You can have one percent. Pick something decent.”

Lin Tian lit up with joy.