Legend of the Great Sage

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Once coaxed by a candy-seller, now always wary of sweet-talkers.

Ox-headed A’pang widened his eyes until they were perfectly round.
His chains and armour rubbed against one another, producing clashing sounds.
Sparks shot out.
He seemed absolutely livid.

Le Tian was astounded.
Just what the hell was that “gambling is bad”? Just who was the one who insisted on coming and watching with great enthusiasm? You better start praying yourself.
I’m in a sticky situation myself, so I can’t save you.

However, the developments took him by surprise yet again.
The furious Ox-headed A’pang suddenly calmed down, even nodding.
“Alright, then you can watch.” He said to Le Tian, “Roll the dice.”

“Let me roll them then.”

Le Tian was surprised yet again.
With his complete set of gambling tools, he already possessed a great advantage.
If he rolled the dice as well, then he was free to choose whatever outcome he wanted.

“Hurry up.” Ox-headed A’pang was very impatient.

“Yes.” Le Tian was filled with mixed emotions.
Why did he treat others so differently?

But in the next moment, he discarded all of his miscellaneous thoughts.
He grabbed the dice jar with both hands and began to shake it slowly.
He had spent almost a century preparing for this gamble.
It had to do with his life, so he had to devote all of his efforts to it.

All of a sudden, it fell silent on the Road to the Yellow Springs.
Within the endless expanse of yellow sand, there was only the sound of dice rolling around in the jar.
Ox-headed A’pang shut his eyes as if he was listening closely.

Le Tian pushed his cultivation to the limit, perturbing the heavenly secrets, controlling fate, and casting shrouds upon shrouds of haze over the tiny dice jar in his hands.

Li Qingshan blinked his eyes.
The aura of Le Tian’s Yang Soul rapidly declined as if it was all sucked into the tiny dice jar.

As the dice jar was shaken, it left behind a series of afterimages.
It actually seemed like an illusion.

Two dice, a total of twelve faces, overlapped to form endless possibilities.
It was no longer possible to see through it.

He could not help but look towards Ox-headed A’pang and think, Le Tian has poured all of the cultivation he’s accumulated throughout his life into this.
If it were the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance, perhaps he would have a chance at being seen through.
Even if he’s a Hell Guard, a Ghost Immortal, it’s impossible for him to calculate the exact outcome.
He needs to try his luck.
No, Le Tian will definitely reveal an opening intentionally to lure him into guessing the wrong result.
Le Tian already possesses the upper hand in this gamble.
How is this ox-headed ghost going to deal with him?

Right as Li Qingshan thought that, Le Tian prepared a trap delicately.
He intentionally left behind an almost-non-existent, indistinct trace in the shrouding mists.
As long as he followed this trace, he could see through the mists and easily guess that the two dice would roll six.
It was big.

However, the only issue was would he really believe that result?

Fate revolved.
Everything had an opposite.
Big and small were connected.

Inside there hid another minute possibility, two ones.
Small.

However, it was the same issue.
Would he really believe that result?

Perhaps it was still an illusion.
Since he could intentionally reveal an opening, then he could leave behind even more openings and set up even more traps.

However, this was not the true trap.
If Ox-headed A’pang only thought this was a psychological duel, then he would have fallen into the trap completely.

From a regular person’s perspective, there was a great distinction between these two results.
They individually represented the largest and the smallest.

But from the perspective of divination and fortune-telling, these two results were infinitesimally close or even overlapping.

Le Tian’s cheeks became sunken, but his lips curled into a smile.
Even if the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance was here, it was impossible for him to take all the variables into account, much less Ox-headed A’pang.

In reality, the numbers in the dice jar were neither big nor small, yet both big and small.

These were not regular dice, but his lifebound arcane treasures.
These two dice were in an illogical state where they overlapped.

At the very least, the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance could lock onto the outcome and give the dice a certain possibility before relying on his luck to make a guess.

However, Ox-headed A’pang did not have that ability, so no matter what he chose, it would only lead to the opposite result.
In the end, he would even think it was due to his inferior skills that he miscalculated Le Tian’s thoughts.

Regular people all thought gambling was just about luck, but little did they know that the outcome was determined as soon as the gamble began.
It was only a matter of certain victory or certain defeat.
That was why ten gambles always resulted in nine losses, where the winner took everything.

Fate always stood highest.
Defying the heavens and changing fate was always a lie.
A temporarily lucky break was completely insufficient to influence the overall situation.
If he refused to abide by fate, then he had to stand on the same side as fate, to find a chance at survival within the ever-changing, unpredictable secrets of the heavens.

Even the renowned Ox-headed A’pang was powerless over him because at this moment, with this round, Le Tian was the embodiment of fate.

This is my win.

With a thunk, the dice jar struck the ground.

Le Tian knelt on one knee and gazed at Ox-headed A’pang fearlessly.
He pressed down on the dice jar with his right hand and gestured with his left hand.
“Please make your choice, sir.”

Li Qingshan could not help but become nervous.
Would it be big or small?

However, Ox-headed A’pang opened his eyes slowly and glanced at Li Qingshan.
He said with a slight smile, “You take a pick first.”

Le Tian was stunned.
He shuddered violently, and his confident expression immediately shattered.
“This- I-”

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“Choose.” Ox-headed A’pang ordered him.

“I choose big.” Le Tian lifted the dice jar suddenly, and the two dice sat still on the yellow soil.
Two sixes.
Big!

That was expected.
These were his lifebound arcane treasures.
He could get whatever result he wanted.

However, his expression was like he had been slapped across the face viciously right when he was most complacent.
He wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh.

Ox-headed A’pang smiled, revealing a row of neat, shiny, blocky teeth.
“Oh, it’s small.
I win.”

“But it’s clearly big!” Li Qingshan called out.

“Look again.” Ox-headed A’pang extended his thick index finger and pressed down on the two dice gently.
The two sixes became two ones.

Li Qingshan was taken aback.
He began to laugh aloud, so hard such that he clutched his belly, almost crying from laughter.
“This gamble is just too fucking fascinating! Le Tian, oh Le Tian, regardless of all your schemes and advantages, you’re still just inferior to him! What right do you have to gamble against him? What right do you have to gamble against him? What fate? What heavenly secrets? It’s all jack shit!”

Le Tian knelt on the ground in grief.
He was defeated.
He was silent.

Ox-headed A’pang said to Li Qingshan happily, “Le Tian, you’ve lost.
Come with me then.”

Li Qingshan’s laughter halted.
He pointed at Le Tian before pointing at himself, “Me?”

“That’s right, I’m talking about you.” Ox-headed A’pang’s expression was both simple and sly.

Le Tian was dumbfounded.
The upheavals of life always came too quickly.

Li Qingshan shrugged.
“I’m not Le Tian.” He was on guard, backing away slowly.

“Le Tian, with everything that’s happened, you’re still trying to deny this?”

Ox-headed A’pang spread his hand with a sneer and reached towards Li Qingshan suddenly.