Seeing this scene, Little Ai felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness as she said to Cha Fu, "Dad, you’re an adult, why can’t you get along with kids? Aren’t you ashamed to take their money?"
Hearing Little Ai’s words, Cha Fu was indifferent and did not care at all, "If they want to play cards with me, they should know that the White Miao Clan’s gambling freak is not joking around, understand?"
Little Ai helplessly shook her head and said, "Dad, Lu Kang and his friends have come."
Only then did Cha Fu notice Ye Feng and the others. Excitedly, Cha Fu said, "Lu Kang, you’re here so early this year. It’s been a while since our village has had a drinking feast, let’s have one today!"
Lu Kang nodded and spoke directly, "Mr. Cha, actually, we came early this time because we want to enter the Chiyou Divine Cave to obtain Spirit Stones..."
Li Xue’er and Li Linfeng were somewhat nervous. It was one thing for Lu Kang to speak directly to Little Ai, but Cha Fu was the Clan Leader of the village, and speaking so directly might upset Cha Fu.
"Hahaha~~" But unexpectedly, Cha Fu suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly not angry at all.
After all, the Chiyou Divine Cave was their Holy Land, but Cha Fu was not angry at all, "No problem at all. I won’t stop you if you want to go in, but there’s a condition!"
"Oh? What condition?" Ye Feng asked curiously.
"It’s simple. Every year, our White Miao Clan holds a competition, and only those who pass the competition are qualified to enter the Holy Land. If you want to enter, the clan’s competition is tomorrow. If you win, it means you are chosen. You can go in, okay?" Cha Fu said.
"Can we participate too?" Li Xue’er asked in surprise.
"Of course, you can, but there’s no way you’ll beat me!" Confidence shone in Cha Fu’s eyes.
"Brother Ye Feng is so strong. It seems we can definitely win tomorrow and enter the Holy Land!" Li Xue’er said excitedly, having witnessed Ye Feng’s strength.
In their hearts, Ye Feng was an invincible Grandmaster, naturally capable of winning the final victory.
"Little girl, aren’t you underestimating me, the White Miao gambling freak, Cha Fu? Let me tell you, no one in the Southern Border can defeat me in gambling skills!" Cha Fu declared confidently, his chest puffed out.
"Gambling skills? Tomorrow’s competition is about gambling skills?" Shock appeared in Li Xue’er’s eyes.
"Of course, what else could it be?" Cha Fu asked with a smile, looking at Li Xue’er.
Li Xue’er and Ye Feng were very surprised. They had thought the competition would be about who had stronger combat abilities, but they didn’t expect tomorrow’s competition to be about gambling skills.
Cha Fu, noticing their astonished expressions, laughed, "Originally, our ancestors set the competition rules to be about martial arts, to see whose witchcraft was stronger, whose Worm Skills were more mature. But that could easily lead to deaths. A gambling competition is tense and exciting, and if you lose, it won’t spoil the harmony, nor will it result in deaths. I changed it; is that alright?"
"Yes! Yes!" Ye Feng and the others were frustrated, not expecting the reclusive Clan Leader of the legendary hidden White Miao to be such an oddball. They had thought Cha Fu would be a hidden expert, highly respected and esteemed.
But thinking about it, what Cha Fu said wasn’t wrong. Indeed, the witchcraft and Worm Skills of the White Miao Clan were very mysterious, mostly lost, and practicing it was perilous, easily backfiring.
Using such mysterious and hard-to-control powers in a competition was indeed risky. Cha Fu’s change to a gambling method was safe and wouldn’t harm the harmony among the clan members.
"Alright, let’s not talk anymore. You all stay at our house today, and we’ll start the competition first thing tomorrow morning. You can all participate; if you win, we will naturally take you to the mine. I’m going to prepare the feast, we’ll eat and drink tonight!" Cha Fu said joyfully.
Saying this, Cha Fu scurried off, looking unserious.
Little Ai spoke with an embarrassed face, "Brother Ye Feng, Grandpa Lin, Sister Xue’er, I’m sorry you had to see that. My dad is always so unserious."
"It’s nothing, I think Uncle has a nice personality!" Li Xue’er said with a smile.
Ye Feng also smiled slightly. Indeed, in this carefree paradise, it was not surprising to encounter someone with Cha Fu’s personality.
It seemed that even Ye Feng’s personality had become more approachable since coming into the village.
Night quickly fell, and the villagers had prepared everything. Each family had prepared a lavish spread of food and drinks, and they all gathered together, each family slowly setting out a sumptuous feast, which together created a lively atmosphere. Everyone in the village gathered together.
Cha Fu stood up, holding a wine glass, and announced loudly, "Come, let us welcome our new friends, Brother Ye Feng, Sir Lin, and Miss Li Xue’er to our White Miao as guests. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" Everyone gathered together, shouting loudl...
Distracting the joyous atmosphere.
"Just when it’s lively, Mr. Cha, why didn’t you tell us you were having a feast? We could have prepared something, brought some good wine and meat..." A young man dressed in gray Miao clothes approached slowly with two emaciated old men. The young man, stout with a necklace of bones around his neck, emitted a repulsive Death Energy from his body, his eyes cloudy. The two old men by his side had a thick aura of evil.
The villagers, seeing the three, showed apprehension in their eyes.
"Fu Kun, what are you doing here?" Cha Fu glared at Fu Kun, his face showing undisguised hostility.
"Clan Leader Cha, don’t you clearly know what I’m here for? We, the Black Miao, told you previously. Have you considered our proposal? If you are willing to give us the lower half of the Witchcraft Holy Book, we can meet all your demands. How does that sound?" Fu Kun spoke indifferently.