Martial Artist: Stronger by Coasting Along-Chapter 515 - 149: Arriving Together, Neither Early nor Late—Destruction System, Here I Come

Chapter 515: Chapter 149: Arriving Together, Neither Early nor Late—Destruction System, Here I Come

"This is called a poker card, I made it myself, and I’m playing fishing with myself."

Ling Feng explained.

"Poker card?"

"Fishing?"

The three were becoming more puzzled. After exchanging glances, they couldn’t help but gather around, picking up the cards on the sofa for a closer look.

"Don’t you need to cultivate?"

Ling Feng questioned in confusion.

"Of course we do, but why are you sitting here?"

Wu Tiande looked perplexed.

"The poker cards in your hand look a bit odd. As someone with a Sea of Consciousness value above 25.0, I actually can’t understand the symbols on them?"

Lin Shuilong couldn’t help but sit on the sofa, seriously examining Ling Feng.

"Yeah, why are you not cultivating and instead playing this so-called game?"

Ma Shu followed up.

"This is called poker cards. If... I mean, if... if you all are willing to learn, I can teach you. We can play together."

Ling Feng attempted.

"Sure!"

The three responded in unison.

Wu Chunsui’s words were still fresh in their minds. And seeing Ling Feng grow from a Fourth-Line Martial Arts Student to where he was today, the three firmly believed that Ling Feng had exceptional qualities.

Being out in the world, mothers always said, make more friends and learn more from those better than yourself.

It’s rare that Ling Feng is willing to teach.

In this highly competitive environment, few Martial Arts students are willing to pass on their skills to others.

So the three held Ling Feng in high regard.

Thinking that it was no wonder someone like Ling Feng caught the attention of the Qin Family, his magnanimity was worth learning from.

"Then I’ll teach you how to play fishing now, what each card represents, how to form a golden flower, how to recognize them, and which golden flower is bigger..."

Ling Feng excitedly said.

Never could he have imagined, in cultivation at the Divine Thought Class, there was Jin Yifei supervising initially, and now there were three harmless buddies to keep him company.

This was much more fun than being a new trainee.

Life is truly full of surprises.

"Great!"

The three nodded together.

"The greatest fun of fishing comes with stakes, the player with lower cards leaves something behind, and the one with higher cards takes something away..."

Ling Feng coaxed.

Lin Shuilong and the other two were all Mental Telekinesis Masters, with Sea of Consciousness values above 20.0, only one thought away from becoming Destruction Mentalists.

Even if they had never played such a simple game like fishing before, given their Sea of Consciousness values, they could easily grasp the logic after hearing it a couple of times.

Initially, they were a bit puzzled.

But upon hearing that cultivation resources could be used for betting, they, having never played it before, quickly caught on.

Under Ling Feng’s guidance.

The three, on their first day after moving in, never returned to their rooms after placing their belongings, and instead sat on the sofa playing fishing with Ling Feng all night.

Taking advantage of memories from his previous life, Ling Feng gained some benefits at the start, winning three bottles of Consciousness Potion by the end of the night. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Lin Shuilong won six bottles of Consciousness Potion, plus two bottles of Spirit Root Liquid.

Wu Tiande lost one bottle of Spirit Root Liquid.

Ma Shu fared the worst, losing the rest, and without Spirit Root Liquid, he owed Lin Shuilong one bottle.

Additionally, he only had three bottles of Consciousness Potion, just enough to cover what Ling Feng won.

As a result, Ma Shu owed Lin Shuilong one bottle of Spirit Root Liquid and six bottles of Consciousness Potion.

Ling Feng pondered carefully, realizing Ma Shu couldn’t just owe Lin Shuilong, or else this fishing game would easily fall apart.

Thus, he deliberately lent Ma Shu three bottles of Consciousness Potion and also persuaded Ma Shu to borrow two bottles of Consciousness Potion from Wu Tiande, claiming it was to ensure Lin Shuilong didn’t feel he won much but didn’t seem like it.

Lin Shuilong thought it made sense.

Ultimately, under Ling Feng’s mediation, Ma Shu’s debt of six bottles of Consciousness Potion and one bottle of Spirit Root Liquid to Lin Shuilong was reduced to just one bottle of Sea of Consciousness Replenishing Liquid and one bottle of Spirit Root Liquid.

He owed Ling Feng three bottles of Consciousness Potion.

Owed Wu Tiande two bottles of Consciousness Potion.

Wu Tiande advanced Ma Shu two bottles of Consciousness Potion on credit, having lost one bottle of Spirit Root Liquid himself, and felt unsatisfied, wanting to play again that night.

Lin Shuilong, having won the most, felt delighted. For the first time, he realized how easily cultivation resource subsidies could be obtained, plus Ma Shu still owed him one bottle of Spirit Root Liquid and one bottle of Consciousness Potion, so he readily agreed to play again later.

Ma Shu, having lost the most, was consumed with thoughts of turning his luck around. After all, he had lost his hard-earned resource subsidies in one night and was deep in debt, so he had to win it back.

Ling Feng only hoped the three would keep playing with him. To ensure he didn’t get squeezed by them, Ling Feng decided to rotate different fishing game variations.

If that didn’t work, they would play twenty-one.

If they got bored with twenty-one, they would play thirteen cards; after all, in his past life, there were countless ways to gamble with poker—enough to keep the trio enticed to prevent the game from breaking apart.

After tallying their winnings, the four followed Ling Feng to the Divine Thought Class to cultivate.

In class, Ling Feng maintained his original rhythm and attitude—no striving hard or forcing himself, taking in only what he could without pushing himself.

The three, however, were focused on cultivation during class, analyzing and pondering over each word the teacher spoke, appearing to be the same as usual.

In truth, Ma Shu kept getting distracted, recalling last night’s flush of three, four, five, running into Lin Shuilong’s flush of four, five, six, which left him feeling so vexed.