No wonder Han Yu doesn't fully trust this old ghost.
To pull off something like this.
Truly the founding master of trickery.
With a hint from the Wise Man, Han Yu gradually started to catch on.
The old Daoist's cultivation method and its effects seemed rather suspicious upon closer inspection.
Previously, it seemed like the old Daoist's rules were unique, but now that the instigator has spoken, Han Yu started to ponder seriously.
Anything linked to gambling must involve luck.
And the so-called command of the old Daoist never truly happened.
At least, he couldn't use it on anyone other than cultivators.
Even those weird methods felt oddly familiar.
Almost like the aftereffects of consuming a West River Pill.
"So, his rules aren't that mystical after all?"
Han Yu asked out loud.
"Actually, they are quite mystical."
The Wise Man replied seriously.
"His rule is actually misfortune. I only taught him how to use this power initially and gave him a small portion of the rule."
