I Transmigrated to a High-Martial World and Became Invincible Through Gambling

Su Yan drowned in the lake on his estate.

When he woke, a voice had appeared in his mind: Make a bet.

Great Qian was founded on martial might, with two paths, martial arts and Daoism. A person could only follow one from birth. He took both.

Everyone in the manor thought he was useless, while the capital's young dandies waited to see him grovel. So he gambled: on estates, on racetracks, on military commissions, all the way up to the fate of the empire.

A stern-faced general sister took a blade for him, a detached Daoist Venerable broke the rules for him, the star performer at the Misty Rain Pavilion traded intelligence for a night with him, the eldest princess slapped a marriage contract onto his desk, and the Miaojiang saintess chased after him, crying that she wanted to use a love bug on him.

The stake in this gamble was his life. What he put on the table was the whole world.

If you choose to gamble, you must accept the outcome.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.