But Mo Hua couldn’t be happy.
Because the setup was too obvious.
He could see at a glance that Elder Ji deliberately wanted him to win, and he felt no sense of excitement.
Moreover, even if Elder Ji wasn’t intentionally helping him win, he could easily win.
Gambling is connected to cause and effect.
With Mo Hua’s Divine Sense being heaven-defying, coupled with his knowledge of Heavenly secret Calculation and Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation, he understood the changes of cause and effect; for these typical Qi Refinement or even Foundation Establishment gambling games, he could easily foresee the outcome. Even if Elder Ji didn’t "cheat" for him, he could effortlessly win tens or hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.
But as he said, gambling involves cause and effect.
These winning Spirit Stones are not falling from the sky but rather using the rules’ loopholes to "snatch" from the losers.
When you are winning, someone else is inevitably losing.
What you win is what others lose to you.
Thus, gambling is essentially a form of "exploitation."
Not only exploitation of Spirit Stone wealth but also deprivation of fortune.
The way of humans is to take from the insufficient to serve the surplus.
Mo Hua, who is well aware of cause and effect, naturally understands this principle, so he never thought of relying on "gambling" to win Spirit Stones.
Moreover, the Heavenly secret Calculation he learned from his master and the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation from his uncle are profound knowledge, naturally should not be used for such "demeaning" tricks.
Therefore, gambling matters must not be touched.
Spirit Stones won through gambling, tainted with others’ cause and effect, cannot be kept.
Afterward, Mo Hua "acted recklessly," giving back all the Spirit Stones Elder Ji painstakingly made him win, then cursed:
"What a lousy gamble, lost everything, utterly meaningless, not playing anymore..."
Elder Ji felt infuriated hearing this.
He had worked hard to set up the game, allowing Mo Hua to win quite a lot of Spirit Stones.
Yet this brat, without a bit of gambling "talent," acted stubbornly and heedlessly, and in a blink, squandered all the Spirit Stones won through setups, solely relying on his "personal ability."
Surely muddy mud cannot hold the wall. Even when helped to win, he can’t manage!
And then, he cursed the lousy gambling game, not fun.
Do you know how to play?
"If it weren’t for the Sect Leader’s instructions to treat him well, I would have taught this brat a lesson by now..."
Elder Ji suppressed his fury, flashed a smile, and said:
"Perhaps this gambling session wasn’t suited for you, Young Master. Why don’t we try something else?"
Mo Hua arrogantly nodded.
So next, Elder Ji took Mo Hua on another round of deceitful tricks.
Mo Hua was deeply shaken, but still felt compelled to criticize:
"It’s boring, not fun, a bit dull, they’re wearing too little clothing, a bit eye-stinging..."
...
In this way, Mo Hua spent a day of extremely decadent and "corrupt" living under the guidance of Elder Ji.
Later, as night fell, he left the gold-drunk dens of vice and rode a carriage back to Canglang Sect.
Passing by the outskirts of Canglang City, Mo Hua glanced out of the window and saw another street.
On the street, cultivators were wearing ragged clothes, their skin thin and pale.
Some were begging, some were selling their labor, some were beaten and kneeling to beg for mercy, some mothers painfully spent a few Broken Spirit Stones to buy bread for their children...
Mo Hua watched all of this unfold before his eyes, his expression sympathetic, with a faint dark aura swirling in his eyes.
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