However, such gambling involved not the slightest bit of technique, and Han Yan had no idea how long her good luck would last. That thought was nothing more than a fleeting fancy.
As a forr playboy, Lady Mu certainly knew that the most frightening thing upon entering a casino was having too much ambition. Once greed took hold, one might fall into an abyss from which there was no return.
"This one then," Han Yan remained calm, not recognizing teorite Gold anyway, she randomly picked out a raw stone that was relatively large and said.
A larger stone ant a higher price, and if it refined teorite Gold, the price would, of course, be even higher. She had won nearly thirty million by now, so she could afford to be a bit daring.
Beside her, Yuan Tianbo smirked coldly.
After hanging around with Yao Guangcheng for so long, he had acquired so expertise in discriminating teorite Gold. Despite the stone’s size, it lacked any trace of the unique aura of teorite Gold, finding so inside would be a bizarre occurrence indeed.
Yao Guangcheng once again took out the Alchemy Liquid, dropped a few drops onto it, and then ford a Hand Formation.
This Hand Formation was not complicated; those present had so insight into it, so he did not dare to cheat.
As the Alchemy Liquid was dropped onto the raw stone, with his Hand Formation, puffs of green smoke appeared, and substances that looked like teorite Gold ore began to consolidate rapidly, yet none displayed the distinctive color of teorite Gold.
Without a doubt, this was a useless stone.
The encouraging shouts from the crowd subsided all at once, and everyone showed a look of disappointnt; Han Yan’s lucky streak seed to have ended.
"Hahaha, what did I say? How could you be so lucky? Now you’ve reverted to your true form," Yuan Tianbo laughed wildly, thinking smugly, "It seems it’s ti for this young master to take matters into his own hands. If I let that know-it-all Yao Guangcheng continue to fool around, he’ll gamble away all our capital."
"Forget it, not fun anymore, let’s go," Han Yan realized her good fortune had co to an end and lost interest in playing any further, speaking to Mu Cheng and the others.
"Alright," Mu Cheng and the rest had been worried that Han Yan would get too deep into gambling and were eager to leave as soon as possible.
"Wait, Yuan Tianbo, didn’t you say you’d treat us to a al?" Han Yan took a few steps, then turned back and spoke to Yuan Tianbo.
"What? Treat you to a al? Are you out of your mind? What connection do I have with you that I should treat you?" Yuan Tianbo said haughtily, his nose in the air.
As soon as he saw Han Yan’s good luck dissipate, Yuan Tianbo no longer needed to be polite. But due to his rather large ntal scars, he still didn’t dare to aim for the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, hoping that the jinx that was Han Yan would just leave as soon as possible.
As for treating her to a al? Hmph, she had already won several hundred million from him, yet she still wanted a al? No chance!
"True," Han Yan had just been teasing him, not expecting anything serious.
"Eh, why haven’t you left yet? Do you really want to lose your pants?" Han Yan suddenly noticed Ling Baobao still standing there with the useless stone, fiddling with it, apparently unsure of what he was doing, and she called out.
She had brought him in, and Han Yan took a liking to him; she didn’t want to stir up his gambling itch again and have him truly lose his pants.
"Hold on, don’t leave yet, sothing’s not quite right," Ling Baobao scratched the back of his head, looking puzzled.
"What’s not right?" Han Yan asked, confused.
Ling Baobao did not explain but instead ford a series of Hand Formations with a fluidity and expertise that resembled the Alchemy Techniques Yao Guangcheng had used earlier.
"You’ve studied alchemy?" Han Yan hadn’t expected him to possess this talent and began to see him in a new light.
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