I'm the emperor from the start, and you want me to keep the three-year agreement?

Chapter 186 Cold Rainy Night

[Lifespan: 100 years]

[Lifespan: 132 years]

[Lifespan...]

Seeing the pieces of information floating past his eyes, Lin Ning's expression was somewhat displeased.

"Good heavens, the lifespans contained within these stones are so few, it's not enough to even break even."

Lin Ning sneered inwardly. As expected, gambling addicts end up with nothing.

Although he used a thousand years of lifespan as capital, in reality, he could only choose five stones.

This meant that two hundred years of lifespan could only be exchanged for one stone.

If ordinary undead came in, how could they see stones with a lot of lifespan?

Most of them would lose money.

"Those greedy undead who come here and use their cultivation, which is to say, these lifespans, to gamble on stones, will only get worse and worse in the end."

Lin Ning's gaze quickly scanned. After scanning once, he realized that among these stones, the maximum lifespan was only five hundred years.

Lifespans of over a hundred years accounted for the majority, with about thirty percent having over two hundred years of lifespan.

"Help me with this one, and this one..."

Lin Ning pointed to five stones, and the surrounding undead looked over curiously.

"Holy crap! Five hundred years of lifespan?"

"He opened another one with four hundred and fifty years??"

The undead were dumbfounded.

The five stones Lin Ning opened had a minimum lifespan of three hundred and fifty years!

"Holy crap, holy crap! His luck is way too good!"

"How did you open them? You didn't use your lifespan from the living world to play this, did you?"

Listening to the words of the undead, Lin Ning left the room feeling satisfied.

"This place is still too small." Looking back, Lin Ning shook his head.

There were many gambling establishments in Listening Wind City. Lin Ning treated the lifespan cards he had just obtained as gifts and casually gave them to passing undead.

The undead were very happy to receive the lifespan cards, and they answered whatever questions Lin Ning asked.

Based on the information he received, Lin Ning arrived at the largest gambling place in Listening Wind City.

As soon as he walked in, Lin Ning keenly sensed strange eyes staring at him from the shadows.

"Strange, why do I feel hostility from their eyes?"

Lin Ning frowned tightly. Logically, upon arriving at this place, he should have been welcomed.

After all, judging by these places, they liked to lure gamblers in, gradually draining their cultivation through various means.

Is it the aura of the living?

Lin Ning shook his head.

When he left the Yama Palace, King Yama had already taken action to mask the aura of a living person on him.

Moreover, King Yama had also given Lin Ning a different identity and another face.

Here, the undead could sense his aura as a living person?

Impossible, unless they were even stronger than King Yama!

"Sir, this is a high-consumption area. Before entering, please have your lifespan verified." A guard blocked Lin Ning's path.

Lin Ning extended his hand, "Verify it."

The other party took out equipment and verified the lifespan displayed on Lin Ning's arm.

"Is that all?" Lin Ning asked.

"Yes."

The guard saw the lifespan displayed on Lin Ning's arm, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

As soon as Lin Ning sat down at the gambling table, he paid ten thousand years of lifespan, corresponding to the Great Emperor Realm in cultivation.

As an oval-shaped device swept over Lin Ning's arm, Lin Ning suddenly felt the power on his body draining away.

All around, malicious gazes were staring at Lin Ning.

Lin Ning first feigned losing five rounds, losing fifty thousand years of lifespan.

This amount of lifespan was a lot for other undead.

But for True God level powerhouses, it was merely a drop in the bucket.

It was only after seeing Lin Ning lose five consecutive rounds, like a complete novice, that the malicious gazes around him gradually dissipated.

In their opinion, Lin Ning's incredible luck at the Treasure Gathering Pavilion must have been due to the beginner's protection period.

If it wasn't the beginner's protection period, could he have drawn the best stones all five times?

Strength?

The stones there were protected by formations, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Are they all gone?" After those gazes disappeared, Lin Ning stretched, and the background music of the God of Gamblers seemed to play in his ears.

"This guy actually dares to keep playing? He's already lost fifty thousand years of lifespan!"

Seeing Lin Ning still at the table, the surrounding undead all thought he was being stubborn.

"Heh heh, this guy is very unfamiliar, a novice, right? Losing so much and still daring to play, he must have lost his mind from losing?"

"This guy must be an Emperor Venerable who just arrived in the Netherworld?? Since he can participate in this kind of activity here, he must know the rules here.

However, the Netherworld is not the outside world. The waters here are very murky. Even if he was an Emperor Venerable in his lifetime, it's impossible for him to win here."

Lin Ning sat in his seat, listening to the whispers of the undead, a strange smile appearing on his face.

In just half an hour, he left the undead who had been whispering speechless.

"Sorry, I won this round again."

Lin Ning smiled. He took all the chips on the table, which amounted to a full thirty million years of lifespan!

Opposite him, the gamblers who had just happened to win five rounds had gloomy faces.

"Damn it! How did this guy become so formidable!"

"How could he see through our cards? Why is this happening? Isn't he a novice?"

Around them.

The undead looked at the chips in front of Lin Ning's table, dumbfounded.

"Ma Chao!"

"How did this guy suddenly become the God of Gamblers? Winning thirty million consecutively?"

"Holy crap! It's a hundred million?"

At the gambling table, the red-eyed gamblers kept raising the stakes, and in the end, Lin Ning won a hundred million years of lifespan.

"Holy crap! The lifespan he won is enough to turn an undead with no lifespan directly into an Emperor Lord Perfected Realm undead!"

"Too strong! Too strong!"

Seeing the gamblers opposite him give up one after another, Lin Ning waved his hand with a smile.

Suddenly, a tall man sat down and said with a smile, "My friend, you're quite impressive. How about a round?"

He said, "I also have a hundred million years of lifespan here. How about we go head-to-head?"

All around, countless undead stared at every move at the table.

"A hundred million game? Which big shot is this?"

"When will I be able to have so much lifespan? What is an astronomical figure in my eyes is actually their way of casually playing and entertaining themselves, sigh."

At the table, facing the invitation from the unfamiliar man, Lin Ning shook his head, "Not playing anymore, I'm tired."

"Oh? Could it be that my friend is scared?" The man smiled.

Lin Ning waved his hand, "Say what you will, I'm not playing anymore, it's boring."

He had already obtained so much cultivation, why continue?

The sudden refusal caused the surrounding undead to be taken aback.

"He refused just like that?"

"I thought the two of them were going to have an amazing game, but I didn't expect him to refuse."

"Heh heh, I would refuse too. A hundred million years of lifespan, to what realm could this help my cultivation advance? Why continue?"

"Exactly. If he injects all this lifespan into his body, his realm will continuously improve. That's the real deal. At the gambling table, if he dares to play another round, he might lose everything."

"This guy's mind is really steady. If it were me, I would have been blinded by victory by now and stupidly accepted the other party's invitation."

Slowly standing up, Lin Ning slightly adjusted his clothes.

Although being here could give him some pleasure, Lin Ning always knew what his purpose was for coming to the Netherworld.

He took out half of this lifespan, transformed it into spiritual energy, and absorbed it all into his body.

Immediately after, Lin Ning took fifty million years of lifespan as a reward.

He drew the appearance of Holy Lord Yan Huang and publicly announced that anyone who could provide true and accurate information would receive this lifespan reward.

As soon as this news was released, it caused a huge stir in Listening Wind City.

"Fifty million years of lifespan as a reward, just to find one person?"

The undead looked at the announcement and couldn't help but gasp.

"Holy crap! When I first saw the bounty, I thought that guy was a nouveau riche who won so much at the casino and was spending lavishly all at once, but he's just looking for one person? How extravagant! How profound is his background?"

"Fifty million years of lifespan! If it were given to me, I could definitely become an Emperor Venerable, and I would have more confidence in the Netherworld from now on!"

"How about we team up to search and then split the reward?"

Sometimes, being able to spend money or utilize some resources to get things done is far more efficient than doing things alone.

Lin Ning lay on the chair, watching many undead in the city set out to search for Holy Lord Yan Huang, feeling very comfortable in his heart.

"A Holy Lord tainted with the aura of Youdu, even King Yama is unable to locate him."

Lin Ning sighed, "Wait, no, I always feel like King Yama is deceiving me."

"Is the power of Youdu really that strong?"

Ever since Holy Lord Yan Huang appeared in Listening Wind City and then left, he had remained outside of King Yama's control.

King Yama didn't tell Lin Ning that the other party had appeared again; he had only sensed his aura in Listening Wind City.

Lin Ning wasn't anxious. After all, even King Yama couldn't keep track in real-time. How could he, a newcomer, compare to King Yama?

Lin Ning waited for two days. He didn't receive any news about Holy Lord Yan Huang; instead, he encountered the soldiers of Listening Wind City.

"Are you Ning Lin? We currently suspect you are related to a death case. Please come with us."

Ning Lin was the identity King Yama gave Lin Ning in the Netherworld. This identity could be checked by the Underworld Officials, allowing him to move around freely in the Netherworld.

After being taken to the Listening Wind City government office and questioned, Lin Ning finally learned.

It turned out that the man who wanted to play a hundred million lifespan game with Lin Ning at the table had died mysteriously.

As an undead, death meant the dissipation of the soul, completely disappearing from the world.

The deceased was named Liao Jie, an Emperor Venerable Perfected Realm undead from the Spirit Race.

According to the report from the Spirit Race undead, the last person Liao Jie had contact with was only Lin Ning.

"I don't know that guy," Lin Ning said. "If you suspect I killed him, then you should provide evidence."

Lin Ning shrugged. He never proved his innocence. If others suspected him, they should provide the evidence.

"We didn't say you killed him, we just want to ask you some questions," the soldier said.

Lin Ning was too lazy to speak. This was the first time he had heard the name Liao Jie.

"Alright, you may leave."

After a long period of questioning and some investigation, it was found that Lin Ning was not related to Liao Jie's death, so Lin Ning was released.

As soon as he returned to his residence, Lin Ning received a piece of news.

Someone had personally seen Holy Lord Yan Huang. The Holy Lord seemed to be looking for something, crossing mountains and rivers, searching in various rivers.

"What is a Holy Lord tainted with the aura of Youdu looking for in the rivers?" Lin Ning frowned.

He purchased a map of Listening Wind City and carefully examined the areas around the rivers.

"It seems, to find him, I'll have to go to the rivers."

Lin Ning quickly set off.

Walking in the dim city, a heavy rain suddenly began to fall.

The Netherworld was originally an extremely cold and gloomy place.

The pattering raindrops fell onto the cold ground, and streaks of cold air immediately rose up.

Listening Wind City, baptized by the rain, was filled with white mist everywhere. If it weren't for the eerie atmosphere, one might feel like they had entered a fairy realm.

Pulling his hat on, Lin Ning slightly tilted his head and glanced behind him, then put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked with his head down.

"Tap tap... tap tap..."

Behind him, footsteps gradually became clearer, then more rapid.

Soon, several dark figures blocked Lin Ning's path.

In an instant, figures appeared from above, below, left, right, and all directions.

"Everyone, do you want to kill me?" Lin Ning smiled, "Let me guess, are you here for Liao Jie, or for the lifespan on me?"

Opposite him, a man said in a deep voice, "Heh, we're too lazy to beat around the bush with you."

"Liao Jie's death is related to you, right? The hundred million years of lifespan he won was stolen by you, right?"

"Heh, I don't know him." Lin Ning smiled and shook his head, "I only knew his name after he died."

"I am not the murderer, but since you have killing intent towards me, I don't mind killing you."

Liao Shenghai heard Lin Ning's words and couldn't help but laugh, "Kill us? What arrogance!"

"Among us who can come to Listening Wind City, which one isn't an Emperor Lord Perfected Realm?"

Liao Shenghai stared at Lin Ning, "Don't talk about your Emperor Venerable cultivation. Even if you were a True God, we could kill you if we joined forces!"

"Mm, alright." Lin Ning slowly raised his hand.

The next moment, Liao Shenghai's companions around him fell to the ground one after another.

They foamed at the mouth, their bodies convulsed, and after convulsing for a while, their forms gradually became illusory and finally completely dissipated.

"Hiss..." Liao Shenghai looked at Lin Ning in astonishment, "I sensed the aura of the Spirit Race. Are you from the Spirit Race? Why are you harming your own kind!"

Lin Ning sneered, "I am not from the Spirit Race."

"Kill him!" Liao Shenghai waved his hand. On the rooftops, in the sky, there were dense crowds of Spirit Race cultivators.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and its bright light revealed Lin Ning's face.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

A moment later, Lin Ning sat on the floor, completely drenched.

Cold liquid dripped from Lin Ning's clothes onto the ground, whether it was rain or blood was unknown.

Listening Wind City Government Office.

City Lord Li Xufeng angrily pounded the table.

"Bang!"

"Who exactly is that Ning Lin!"

"Overnight, he actually killed no less than a hundred Spirit Race undead!"

Li Xufeng felt a headache.

Listening Wind City was his territory, and the rule he had established was: no slaughtering of undead!

Lin Ning disregarded his rule, causing his prestige in Listening Wind City to plummet overnight.

More importantly, among the Overlords of the Netherworld, there were Overlords from the Spirit Race!

"Lord, True God Zheng has sent someone!"