God of Pets

"Did your master play a joke on you?" Even Leng Zhe felt that this wasn't something to joke about.

"I don't think it was a joke. Master seemed very serious when he said it; he didn't seem like he was joking," thought Qinghua and replied.

Chen Guan knew it couldn't be a joke, otherwise, Qinghua wouldn't have come alone.

Chen Guan looked at Qinghua and asked, "After you moved, did you do a lot of good deeds in your daily life?"

"No, just about the same as when I was with you, nothing special in terms of good deeds." Qinghua shook her head and said.

Chen Guan thought to himself, "That's strange. If not for Qinghua's deep good karma, why would the Lotus Temple Master send her alone to ask for the Inner Core of the Eight Kings?"

Chen Guan racked his brains, unless the Lotus Temple Master had an impressive reputation that terrified the Eight Kings into handing over the Inner Core upon hearing his name, there seemed to be no other possibility.

The Inner Core is a Secret Treasure nurtured by the Secret Spirit itself and has many uses, such as being used medicinally in alchemy, for crafting weapons, or for cultivation.

No matter what it's used for, the Inner Core is the lifebound Secret Treasure of the Secret Spirit. If extracted while alive, it's not just losing a Secret Treasure; it causes significant damage to the Secret Spirit's body and power, essentially being the lifeline of the Secret Spirit.

Qinghua came to ask for someone's lifeline, if the Eight Kings didn't fight her to death, it could only mean that the Lotus Temple Master behind her was incredibly powerful.

Chen Guan returned his thoughts to himself: "Someone like me, what kind of lucky stake should I propose to win this gamble and safely leave here?"

While thinking, Leng Zhe noticed that there weren't many people around him who hadn't participated in the bet, only a few were still indecisive.

"I'll try first. Before I came, I asked someone to check my good karma, and my family designed my life to enhance it since childhood, so my good karma should be enough to ask for the Void Spirit Immortal Liquid."

"Soon I'll choose project No. 1 betting game, randomly pick a Golden-eyed Toad. If I win, it proves my great-grandfather's prediction was right, and you can choose a reliable stake as I said; if I lose, then pretend I never said anything before." After saying that, Leng Zhe left and became the next challenger.

Without further ado, Leng Zhe picked the Golden-eyed Toad racing bet as he planned.

Since two people had already lost in this project, no one chose it afterward.

Now that Leng Zhe chose it again, the remaining people and those waiting after winning watched from the sidelines.

The host, Teng, asked Leng Zhe to choose a Golden-eyed Toad, to which Leng Zhe calmly said, "Could you pick one for me?"

Those around were greatly surprised, asking the Eight Kings' subordinate to pick wasn't seeking death?

Chen Guan and Qinghua, who knew the inside story, understood that Leng Zhe was confirming his great-grandfather's hypothesis, and it didn't matter who picked the toad; as long as his good karma was high enough, he would win, even if he let the Eight Kings' men choose.

"You want me to pick for you?" Teng was also very surprised; though unseen, her voice revealed her astonishment.

"Correct, it's all about luck anyway. I hope you can lend me some of that luck?" Leng Zhe looked at Teng and said slowly.

"Please wait a moment." Teng finished and bowed to the deity of the Eight Kings, "King, may I pick one for him?"

"You may." The deity approved Teng helping Leng Zhe pick.

"I can pick for you. Are you really sure you want me to do it? Aren't you afraid I might pick a losing one?" Teng asked with a smile, staring at Leng Zhe.

"Win or lose, since it's my choice, I will accept it, but I don't think I'll lose," Leng Zhe smiled and said.

"Why?" Teng asked puzzled.

"Because I believe you will be my goddess of luck, bringing me fortune and helping me win this bet," Leng Zhe replied.

A gleam of unusual color flashed through Teng's beautiful eyes: "As you wish, I will help you choose, but should you lose, don't blame me."

"I wouldn't regret it," Leng Zhe replied solemnly.

"Then this one." Teng glanced at the two toads, pointed at the one in track A, but reconsidered and quickly corrected herself, "No, no, this one instead."

Seeing Teng's hesitation, everyone knew this bet might truly be fair, though some thought Teng was just putting on a show.

In the end, Teng chose the Golden-eyed Toad in track A, and as the race began, everyone watched as the two toads desperately rushed forward.

They were neck and neck, with similar speeds. In the end, as predicted, the Golden-eyed Toad in track A won.

"Is that even possible?!" Those who hadn't participated and those who had were all confused.

If having the host choose could guarantee victory, what were their calculations for?

"Fortunately, you didn't lose the bet," Teng breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at Leng Zhe.

"Thank you, I knew I would win." Leng Zhe collected what he needed, thanked her, and returned to Chen Guan's side.

"Miss, can you pick one for me too? I want to bet on this," a cultivator who was previously indecisive suddenly stood up and said.

"Are you sure you want me to choose?" Teng calmly asked, looking at the man.

"Yes, I believe you are also my goddess of luck, and with your help, I will definitely win," the man replied.

"I am no goddess of luck; me choosing does not guarantee a win, but could very well lead to a loss," Teng answered.

"I believe you are," the man persisted.

"If that's the case, don't regret it if you lose. I'll ask once more, do you want me to pick for you?" Teng reconfirmed.

"Yes." The man answered with certainty.

Teng said no more, picked B, and in the end, it lost.

"Why did you pick A for him and B for me? Is there something wrong here; is he your ringer..." the man accused as he pointed at Leng Zhe.

Bang!

A beam of bloody light shot from the deity's eyes, striking the man, and in an instant, his body exploded into a pile of meat pulp.

"A bet is a bet, accept the loss gracefully," the voice of the Eight Kings echoed within the grand hall.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts; during this period, the Eight Kings had not shown much, causing some to let their guard down, forgetting where they were. Without concrete evidence, they dared to accuse the Eight Kings of cheating, was this not seeking death?

With this example set, nobody dared to ask Teng to pick for them again, and because the man's death was so gruesome, no one was willing to bet with the Eight Kings for the time being.

"Seems my great-grandfather's hypothesis was correct." Leng Zhe, holding the Void Spirit Immortal Liquid, came beside Chen Guan and softly said to them: "Don't be greedy; choose a stake that suits you. As for the Inner Core, better to forget it."