In the end, Duanmu had no idea how to deal with this world that was moving towards "dislocation".

Seeing this, the two Xiang ladies turned into bamboo flutes and tied them around Zhao Ying's waist.

"When you need to fight, call us again."

Jian Min had seen Zhao Ying's appearance and had no intention of staying outside and returning to Peng Yu's natal universe.

As for Duanmu and Zhao Ying, they accepted Peng Yu's favor and stayed in a restaurant while going to the casino to win money.

"Tianhu."

"Qingyise, Dihu."

"There are flowers on the bar, what a fool."

Peng Yu was stunned for a moment.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see that Zhao Ying didn't make a fortune, which was entirely due to luck.

"This kid's luck is too good, isn't it?"

Zhao Ying sat in his seat and yawned lazily. Duanmu fanned him with a fan.

The two of them met because of a misunderstanding.

When Duanmu used the black and yellow altar to summon the gods, he accidentally summoned Zhao Ying, a mortal from a certain place.

In order to deal with the aftermath, he had to protect Zhao Ying Zhouquan in that world. Later Duanmu applied to the Court of All Saints, hoping to return Zhao Ying to the place where he should go back.

But the gods searched the heavens and could not find the small world where Zhao Ying lived. Therefore, the goddess Xuanying suggested that Duanmu temporarily act as Zhao Ying's guardian and take him on a tour of various small worlds in search of his hometown.

Initially, due to his age, Duanmu was still able to put on airs in front of Zhao Ying and act as his guardian.

But as Zhao Ying showed his wealth, went to a casino run by the gods to win a fortune, helped Duanmu pay off his debts, and spent money to buy a house and decorate it, the status between the two changed drastically.

From the original guardian and ward, they have become a stupid young master with too much money and a bad luck thug.

But when Zhao Ying spent tens of millions of dollars and made a huge bet with a Zhouguang god to buy their Court of Saints, which was on the verge of destruction, the situation was even more different.

Zhao Ying is a mortal, and he has no power to bind a chicken. Practitioners like Duanmu still have fighting skills, but Zhao Ying has none. But he relied on his "luck" to force the gods of Zhouguang to give up.

The Court of All Saints to which Duanmu belongs has become the agent of this Court of All Saints.

He holds the covenant of this Court of Saints.

And Duanmu is one of the signatories of this Court of Saints.

Not to mention, the boy's wealth can help Duanmu collect materials to improve his promotion.

…

The young man touched the cards out of boredom, and then lost his cards.

Soon, a mountain of money piled up in front of the three of them, prompting the casino owner to come over and see them off.

The reason why they didn't dare to fight directly was because they saw the sword in Duanmu's hand and were frightened by the evil aura on Duanmu's body.

Therefore, they could only send the three disaster stars away respectfully.

Back at the restaurant, Peng Yu looked Zhao Ying up and down.

"Have you always been like this?"

"Um."

He replied casually and asked Duanmu to start refining quickly.

Peng Yu watched as the two of them threw all the gold and silver jewelry they had won from the casino into a small cauldron. Then, the small cauldron absorbed the gold and silver wealth and condensed it into gold and silver ingots.

Reaching out to take it and weighing it, Peng Yu suddenly realized.

Heavenly gold?

This is similar to the method of purifying ordinary gold and silver into heavenly gold. They use ordinary gold and silver to make currency used by the gods.

As for the tripod in Duanmu's hand, Peng Yu also understood it clearly.

"treasure bowl?"

Once, as a good-luck boy,

Widely worshiped by the people of Dakun, Peng Yu quickly understood the beauty of this tripod.

"Are you using mortal materials to make heavenly gold and divine silver, and then upgrade your cauldron?"

"Exactly."

After he finished his work, Peng Yu took the tripod over and inspected it.

His immortal thoughts entered the core of Yuanding and saw a trading platform built by the gods.

"The divine weapon, one hundred thousand."

"God-conferring talisman, fifty thousand."

"Resurrection Pill, thirty thousand."

On this trading platform, there are all kinds of treasures, skills and secrets.

"Is this a golden finger for this kid?"

Peng Yu smiled and sealed a "God of Wealth Seal" into the cauldron.

That was the power he realized in Dakun when he was the God of Wealth. Although it is useless in this world, it can help Duanmu understand the way of the God of Wealth as soon as possible and become a god.

After all, in this universe, Shinto is the mainstream. Duanmu's current sword cultivation method is just a vassal of Shinto.

Peng Yu realized that he had done a good deed and returned the tripod to Duanmu.

"It's getting late, let's get ready for dinner."

Peng Yu, it's okay for Duanmu to be hungry. Zhao Ying is a mortal, and a fourteen-year-old boy cannot afford to be hungry.

The boy jumped off the chair happily, raised his hands and said: "I'll come, I'll come! I'll cook!"

After saying that, he ran to the kitchen to ask Huotou for help.

Duanmu looked horrified when he heard that Zhao Ying was cooking.

"What, he's not good at cooking?"

"It's not a question of whether it's good or not, but... forget it, you'll understand later."

Not long after, Zhao Ying went upstairs carrying the wooden tray.

Peng Yu fell into silence when he saw those plates of strange, green and purple things.

He is one of the best chefs in Dakun!

When I saw this thing, I almost wanted to kill this kid.

This thing is not cooking at all!

"Another difference. Although I have never seen Xun Yi cook. But there is no way his cooking can reach such a ridiculous level."

There were four dishes, except for the plate of stir-fried vegetables which still had a few portions, the other three dishes had no original appearance at all.

"Eat quickly."

Zhao Ying looked at the two of them expectantly.

Duanmu closed his eyes and respectfully gestured to Peng Yu: "Please—"

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the young man, Peng Yu vaguely thought of his own infant girl.

If that girl grows up in the future, maybe she will be filial to her elders and cook for them herself, right?

Thinking of this, Peng Yu felt an inexplicable burst of fatherly love and picked up the vegetables next to him with chopsticks.

Duanmu flashed a look of horror and silently prepared tea for Peng Yu.

"Wow--" Peng Yu spat out the green vegetables as soon as he entered the mouth, "What is this?"

At that moment, the taste of life burst out from his tongue, and he almost started to recall the past as if he was just watching the lights.

With just one bite, the God's Tongue, who has the talent of a divine chef and has tasted Taoist cuisine all over the world, almost died.

"Ugh--" Peng Yu rinsed his mouth, but still couldn't bear the torture on the tip of his tongue.

"You have the so-called God of Good Luck here. I think if you follow the Shinto path in the future, you can become a God of Good Luck."

Peng Yu quickly threw a few pills into his mouth to relieve the nausea.

Zian Min sat in the world of his own life to cultivate, secretly paying attention to everything outside.

After seeing Zhao Ying's ability, she was certain in her heart: He is the incarnation of Xun Yi, that's right! Only he has this talent of being able to see but not eat, eat but not see!

Peng Yu regained his breath and saw Duanmu also starting to take down his chopsticks under Zhao Ying's urging.

He placed his chopsticks on a plate of strange purple, jelly-like objects.

When you pick it up, you can still see the thing twisting on the chopsticks.

"Lingshan takes form——"
To be continued...