The First Card in My Right Hand: I’m Actually the King of Gambling

During the Shangyan era, inside the Huaxian Temple,

a single candle burned in a dilapidated room.

A young man stared worriedly at the dozens of Fate Cards on the table.

"Old Ding, look, I'm still two Defense Cards short. Could you print two more for me?"

"You little rascal. You never bother figuring out how to combine your Fate Cards, then the moment something goes wrong, you ask me to print more. Print my ass!"

The white-bearded old man slumped beside the bed, set down his phone, and scolded him with an exasperated look.

"Then how about calling Grandpa Gaibai? I'm sure he'd be happy to print them for me."

The old man rolled up his sleeve and smacked the boy on the head.

"Print, print, print! I'll print you a Steel Head Technique! You little troublemaker. When I first transmigrated here, if I'd had what you have, I'd have worked nine-nine-six every day. The old generation plants the trees, and the next generation enjoys the shade!"

The boy rubbed his aching head and looked at the freshly printed Steel Head Technique in his hand, grinning to himself.

Cultivation? Think bigger. That's too small-minded.

With an Old Ding this overpowered, why bother cultivating? A mere Supreme Imperial Master? I could wipe one out with a flick of my hand!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.