The Path of Destiny

Following Yanyun's cold chuckle, it signaled the complete dissipation of the last shred of respect for her master in this game.

Li Yingling and Chen Baiqing were naturally delighted to see this and without hesitation joined forces to besiege the sect leader.

Numerous drawn item cards were swiftly unleashed upon Sect Leader Lv Xuan.

Lv Xuan's joy didn't last long before he faced the combined assault of the group.

The smile quickly vanished from Lv Xuan's face and reappeared on Yanyun's, as if she had finally achieved vengeance.

A master who betrays his disciples like this—

He deserves to be punished harshly!

Lv Xuan was swiftly eliminated under the siege, and what little funds he had left were handed over to Li Yingling as payment for land.

As the snowball effect grew, Li Yingling became the player with the most properties and buildings.

If the dice accidentally landed on her territory, one would at least lose a layer of skin trying to escape.

Those with little money might even have to sell their own land just to keep playing.

Naturally, after Lv Xuan's defeat, Yanyun became the next target of the group's attacks.

A few rounds later, she too was inevitably eliminated.

The remaining players—Li Yingling, Chen Baiqing, and Bai Xuanling—played casually from then on.

Chen Baiqing was the third to fall, followed by Bai Xuanling in second place.

Chu Xingchen thoughtfully prepared an MVP results screen.

A chibi-style Li Yingling slowly ascended the throne symbolizing wealth, then waved her hand with a serene smile. This time, with added voice acting, she sighed and remarked:

"Today’s wind is rather boisterous."

Li Yingling’s eyes sparkled as she glanced cheerfully at her master.

As expected, when it came to flair, her master was in a league of her own.

That line had a bit of her own temperament too.

Besides, as her master would say—it was so pretentious!

Lv Xuan wasn’t surprised by the outcome. With someone blessed by such overwhelming fortune, winning a dice game was practically a given.

Chu Xingchen announced, "The winner may now choose one of the losers to execute the ultimate punishment!"

Lv Xuan sighed inwardly and instinctively locked eyes with Li Yingling. At this point, he had been betrayed by all, even his beloved disciple.

As a sect leader, the most important thing was self-awareness.

His dignity was already in tatters—what more could the ultimate punishment do?

He had endured being force-fed elixirs by Bai Xuanling atop Tianyan Peak in the past—what couldn’t he handle now?

Except maybe another round of that damned "Ten Perfect Great Tonic Pills"!

Qinghe seemed eager to say something but was promptly silenced by Cui Hao’s hand.

Though Cui Hao’s cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he could suppress even a Nascent Soul-stage flood dragon with a single move—thanks to his "Profit-Sharing Tactics."

Qinghe side-eyed her newly certified "Black-Hearted Brat"—Cui Hao.

She noticed Cui Hao staring at her intently, as if trying to communicate through his eyes alone.

Qinghe was speechless. Why was this entire sect like this?

Did they all think eyes could talk? He had a mouth—why not just speak?

Open your mouth!

Qinghe couldn’t understand a thing!

Still, this black-hearted brat had a bit of Chu Xingchen’s aura. He probably knew what she was thinking and had a reason for stopping her.

Though she couldn’t decipher Cui Hao’s gaze, Qinghe widened her eyes back at him—Forget the sect leader, go after Yanyun!

After glaring, Qinghe casually averted her gaze—You’re good at reading eyes, right?

Cui Hao merely chuckled and nodded lightly:

"Ah, my apologies. I forgot you can’t read expressions. But don’t worry, I understand."

Qinghe’s eyes nearly bulged out.

What the—these people?!

Was this some innate human ability?!

Before Qinghe could recover from her shock, Li Yingling’s voice rang out:

"Senior Bai often taught me to respect elders and cherish the young, so… I choose Senior Yanyun for the ultimate punishment."

Qinghe glanced at Cui Hao again, then at Li Yingling, who wore an innocent smile.

Truly, like master, like disciple…

Chu Xingchen might be scheming, but he was undeniably skilled.

The one most shocked wasn’t just Qinghe—Lv Xuan was equally stunned.

Having braced himself for utter humiliation, Lv Xuan stared at Li Yingling in disbelief.

There was… such a thing as good fortune?

Truly, one blessed with great destiny—what excellent judgment, what noble character!

Not that he had much face left to lose anyway.

But watching someone else suffer the punishment?

Now that was entertaining.

If the punishment had fallen on him, no one would care what it entailed.

But when it landed on someone else?

Watch!

Watch with relish!

What a fine disciple Li Yingling was!

Suppressing his glee, Lv Xuan turned to Yanyun.

This rebellious disciple who had struck at him so fiercely—she deserved a harsh lesson.

Yanyun was also taken aback but quickly composed herself, nodding lightly:

"Very well… what does this ultimate punishment entail?"

She had lost fair and square—being chosen was only natural.

Defeat was her own fault.

Chu Xingchen smiled and retrieved a stack of cards adorned with skull designs from his spatial ring.

Without hesitation, Yanyun drew one and flipped it over.

[Treat everyone to a grand feast.]

Yanyun looked at Chu Xingchen in surprise, only for him to subtly gesture toward Xie Lingyu beside him.

Clearly… this was the only rigged punishment card in the entire game.

Yanyun’s gaze shifted to Xie Lingyu, her lips pressing together lightly.

Xie Lingyu spoke first:

"I assume I don’t need to keep holding these anymore?"

Qinghe immediately interjected:

"You should! They look nice!"

Xie Lingyu narrowed her eyes at the audacious flood dragon.

No one objected to the punishment draw or cried foul.

The group promptly teleported from Zhuji Peak to Tianyan Sect’s grand dining hall—Zhiwei Residence.

Thus, the sect leader narrowly avoided the ambush of elders and disciples lying in wait outside Zhuji Peak.

Most were in high spirits—except Qinghe.

Currently, she held a magic wand in one hand and a fairy stick in the other, with an abstract-looking… salted fish drawn on her left cheek.

Since Qinghe insisted on keeping them for aesthetics, Xie Lingyu had obliged.

Fortunately, Zhiwei Residence wasn’t crowded at the moment.

After all, dining here wasn’t cheap—most disciples preferred spending their spirit stones on pills rather than indulging in food.

Thanks to the Tianyan Sect leader’s influence, they secured the most luxurious private room with the finest view.

You could mock the Tianyan Sect leader, but you couldn’t call him incompetent.

A man who led one of the Central Continent’s eighteen great sects was no mediocrity.

Once inside, Qinghe began ordering dishes by the page, determined to eat her fill—her chatter never ceasing from the moment they entered.

Lv Xuan didn’t seem bothered by it. After taking his seat, his gaze settled on Chu Xingchen, and he chuckled lightly before saying,

"I heard that not long ago, fellow Daoist, you overpowered Daoist Yuyang at the Mist Mystic Temple. I pride myself on knowing most things about the Central Continent, yet I never expected someone like you to remain hidden from my notice."

Chu Xingchen smiled and replied, "I’m hardly worth mentioning, and the title ‘fellow Daoist’ is too generous."

"Not at all, and you’re being too modest," Lv Xuan said with a serious expression. "I know exactly how skilled Yuyang is. Even Yanyun would only have a sixty-forty chance against him."

Even among the Eighteen Immortal Sects, the resources poured into nurturing a top-tier cultivator like Yuyang or Yanyun were staggering.

Finding cultivators with the potential to reach such heights was no easy feat.

Yet, Chu Xingchen seemed surrounded by them.

Especially that little girl named Chen Baiqing.

Just a mere Golden Core-stage child.

And yet, Lv Xuan couldn’t perceive even a trace of her fate.