Chapter Thirteen: The Bet

  "Alas! Master is..." Lan Meng furrowed his brow in some frustration. Of course, he also hoped that Master could come out early, but since Master himself didn't come out, how could he go into the secret room and drag Master out? Moreover, he couldn't even enter it!

  "Hmph! Your master had better not come out now, otherwise, I will definitely bite him." Bing Qi said somewhat impatiently, if he let Master Xuan manage things like this, he wouldn't let him off.

  “……”

  Lan Meng didn't know what to say anymore, why did this little dog always want to bite his master? What had his master done to offend this little dog? Master! Take care of yourself! There's another little dog waiting outside to bite you!

  Just as Lan Meng was lost in thought, the competition had officially begun...

  Today's competition has ten venues running simultaneously, and the representatives participating in the competition will take turns on stage according to the pre-arranged order. The winner advances directly, while the loser needs to add a game.

  "Come on, old man! You're the first one to go out among all of us!" Lan Meng reminded him with a glance.

  "Hmm, don't worry, I'll definitely give you all a great opening show." The old man smiled and guaranteed with a grin, although his strength was the weakest among everyone, he was an instrument master after all! He had long been prepared with secret weapons, not to mention that he had several dragons, so he wasn't afraid of any opponent.

  Her gaze, as cold as snow, has been fixed on the movements of the ten groups currently fighting on the field. To say that their strength is not very strong, however, she took a closer look at the man in his thirties on the 9th arena.

  That man was tall and had an ordinary appearance, wearing plain clothes. Although his strength was only that of a Xuanzhe, the aura on him was in no way weaker than that of the initial Xuan Master he was fighting against. Therefore, Leng Ruoxue believed that as long as she gave him some time, this man would definitely make a name for himself and become a strong person above others.

  As for his opponent, although he was a low-level Xian Shi, among the low-level Xian Shis, he could only be considered a bottom-tier one. Therefore, in this group, Leng Ruo Xue had higher hopes for that ordinary-looking man.

  "Little Blue, who are those people on stage 9?" asked Leng Ruoxue with some curiosity.

  "Let me see... Ah, the man in plain clothes is a representative of Qianliu City, and as for the other one, he's Zhou Kun from Sunzhou City." Lan Ming said, looking at the list in his hand.

  "Oh." A faint response from Leng Ruoxue, and then she fell silent.

  "Xiaoxue, which one of the two do you think is better?" Lan Meng asked with some curiosity, he didn't believe that this girl was just casually asking!

  "That man in linen clothes." Cold as snow, ignored the not-too-distant, Zhou Kun and others' malicious gaze, calmly said.

  "Hmph! Your eyesight is really not good? That Qianliu City's is just a Xuanzhe, how can it possibly beat an entry-level Xuan Master, this is truly too ridiculous." A person from the Sunzhou City Xuan Master Guild, after hearing Leng Ruoxue's words, spoke out with a face full of displeasure.

  "Xiaoxue, do you really think Qianliu City will win?" Lan Ming also said with some incredulity. In the vast land of Haotian, it was difficult to achieve a weak victory over a strong one, so...

  "Little Blue, shall we make a bet?" Cold Snow ignored Sun Zhou City's words and smiled lightly at Lan Meng.

  "Alright! What do you want to bet on?" Lan Meng said with great interest.

  "One hundred million golden coins, if I win, you give me one hundred million, and if I lose, you can pay me less by one hundred million, how about it?" Leng Ruoxue revealed a big bad wolf tempting Little Red Riding Hood expression, saying.

  “……”

  Upon hearing this bet, Lan Meng was speechless. This girl is always thinking of ways to make money! He had lived for over thirty years and had never seen anyone as fond of wealth as her.

  "I'll bet with you, but if we're going to bet, let's bet big. How about one billion purple gold coins?" Blue Ming hadn't responded yet, but the mysterious master from Sun Zhou City had already jumped out, his face full of provocative intent.

  "Alright! I have no objection, but are you sure you can take out 100 million?" asked Leng Ruoxue with a faint smile. Who would refuse money that was being rushed to them?

  "Of course I do, do you know who I am? Can't I take out 100 million?" The mysterious master shouted in anger. That damned ugly freak actually dared to doubt that he couldn't take out the money, this was simply the greatest humiliation for him. You should know, his family is one of the richest families besides the three major aristocratic families! Hmph! In a moment, he must use money to smash this ugly freak to death.

  "To be honest, I really don't know who you are. This lady only recognizes money, not people. If you want to make a bet with me, first take out 100 million, otherwise, go wherever you like!" Cold Snow said without leaving any room for negotiation.

  "Fine, isn't it just 100 million? Here, for Ben Shao, this is simply a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning." The mysterious master took out a silver card that was valid throughout the continent and handed it to Leng Ruo Xue for her to check.

  She took the card with an air of indifference, glanced at it casually, and hummed! It seemed that this guy was quite wealthy, because this was actually a non-named silver card. In other words, if this card were lost, whoever picked it up could use it.

  Leng Ruo Xue's divine sense had already penetrated inside, and after checking the balance, there was approximately 1.1 billion yuan inside, she felt relieved and handed the card over to Lan Meng for safekeeping.

  "That's my card!" The dark magician couldn't help but exclaim when he saw his silver card had somehow ended up in Blue Ming's hand.

  "I knew it! I just let him keep it for now, because I was afraid you'd welch on the deal!" said Leng Ruoxue with a tone that could kill.

  "You... you..." As expected, that mysterious master was chilled to the half-death by Snow's icy demeanor. You stuttered for half a day and still couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

  "You made Xu Heng take out 100 million, shouldn't you also take out 100 million to make us feel at ease?" At this time, Zhou Kun spoke up, and on his delicate face was a bloodthirsty smile, as if he couldn't wait to swallow them whole.

  "It should be, however, my guarantor is Lan Meng. If I don't pay up, you can go to him for the money." Leng Ruoxue dragged Lan Meng into this without any politeness, and also implied that if you don't trust me, do you still not trust Lan Meng?

  "Alas!" Blue Ming sighed beside him, his heart really wanted to cry! What does this have to do with him? Why did they have to drag him into it too? He's completely innocent, isn't he?!

  "Should Blue Mirage also take out 100 million, so you can all feel at ease?" asked Leng Ruoxue with a blink of her eyes, looking very innocent.

  "No... never mind, I believe Lán will not welch on the deal." The mystic master, Xu Hēng, hastily said. He knew that the president and Lán Míng were not on good terms, but while the president could get away with constantly finding fault with Lán Míng, he did not have the guts to do so.

  "Director Zhou, we, the parties involved, have no more opinions. Do you have any other opinions?" Leng Ruoxue said with a smile that was not quite a smile, glancing at Zhou Kun's gloomy face, and her meaning was very clear - she was telling Zhou Kun not to interfere unnecessarily again.

  "I have no opinion!" Zhou Kun glared at Xu Heng with a scowl, saying viciously.

  "You look like you have a bad temper, do you want to consider changing guilds?" asked Leng Ruoxue with great understanding, but in her heart, she was thinking, Xu Heng, I wonder what his relationship is with the Xu family?

  "No... no need, we'll be fine." Xuheng was frightened pale and hastily said.

  "Alas! Look how scared you are, probably because you've been under Zhou's tyrannical rule for so long that you don't even dare to resist." Leng Ruo Xue said calmly, her face full of sympathetic expression.

  "No, really not..." Xu Heng wanted to explain, but Leng Ruo Xue didn't give him the chance.

  "No need to explain, I understand. Alas! What a pity!" Leng Ruoxue let out a deep sigh and fell silent, shifting her gaze back to the arena.

  Not far away, Xu Heng was now so depressed that he wanted to knock his head against the wall. How could this be? What went wrong? He was a bit confused...

  Leng Qingtian and the others, although they didn't laugh out loud, but every single one of them had a smile at the corner of their mouths. In fact, they were already laughing inwardly. Alas! This girl's ability to be sinister was truly unmatched...

  At this time on the arena, except for No. 9 ring, all other rings have ended their battles, and the battle in No. 9 ring has also entered a fierce stage...

  "Monster, our money is in hand." Leng Ruo Xue leaned into the monster's arms, happily saying, hehe, 100 million! That's the prize for first place in the competition! Who would have thought it was so easy to earn.

  "Yātóu, now that we have money, can you buy me some materials?" The old man's eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked at Lěng Ruò Xuě with anticipation.

  "What materials?" Leng Ruoxue looked at Zou Lao with some suspicion. They already had enough materials in their hands, why did he still want to buy more?

  "We need some liquid gold, we don't have much left in our hands," Old Man Jiao explained.

  "Ugh! That thing is expensive." Leng Ruoxue's forehead was beading with cold sweat, why did this old man always want the best things? One billion Purple Gold Coins probably couldn't even buy much Liquid Golden Sand.

  "You old thing, you want to spend all the money that little girl worked hard to earn, don't you?" The old man glared at Old Gou with a scowl on his face, growling in a low voice. Although he wasn't an expert, he was also very clear about the value of Flowing Golden Sand. That thing was just sand, albeit golden in color, produced in the deep sea and difficult to mine, so it was extremely expensive.

  "I'm useful, aren't I! You have to believe me, kiddo!" The old man said with a hint of grievance.

  "Aren't we still enough? Isn't it insufficient?" asked Leng Ruoxue with some puzzlement.

  "Not enough, I need a lot of equipment for refining," the old man explained.

  "Oh, let's go back and ask Xiao Hei if he has any left. If not, we can buy some more." said Leng Ruo Xue after thinking for a moment.

  "Hmm, heh heh, girl, you definitely won't regret it." The old man said with a mysterious face.

  Leng Ruo Xue nodded slightly and shifted her gaze back to the stage.

  On the 9th arena, with the last blow of the man in linen clothes, the first ten matches that went into battle finally came to an end...

  That man in casual clothes, although he won the final victory with weakness and strength, also paid a terrible price, was seriously injured, and whether he can participate in tomorrow's competition is still an unknown number.

  "It's just the first match, do you have to be so desperate?" Old Zhao said with a tinge of disdain. Losing isn't entirely without hope, why must he be so desperate? He truly couldn't understand.

  "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that any normal person would want to seize." Lan Meng said.

  "Xiao Lanlan, you mean we're not normal people?" Leng Ruoxue said with a somewhat mischievous smile.

  "Uh! I didn't mean that." Lan Meng said with a hint of fear, although he really thought so in his heart, but he dared not say it out loud. He found that since meeting Leng Ruo Xue and others, his courage had been dwindling, how did he suddenly become so useless?

  "Xiao Xue, this is the money you won." Lan Meng hurriedly handed over the silver card in his hand, hoping to divert Leng Ruo Xue's attention.

  "The outcome is already decided, I won!" Cold-as-snow raised her hand with the silver card and said to Xu Heng.

  "There's over a hundred million in there." Xu Heng gritted his teeth and said angrily.

  "Alright! Then I'll return the change to you." Leng Ruoxue said with a nonchalant smile.

  "It doesn't matter, I don't care about that little money." Xuheng said gloomily, he was just angry, this woman was actually so complacent.

  "Then thank you." Leng Ruoxue said lightly, and whispered a few words to Zheng En, after which Zheng En left his seat.

  "Xue Er, where did Zheng En go?" The demon asked curiously after seeing Zheng En leave.

  "What do you think?" Cold as Snow's face was full of mysterious meaning.

  "Could it be..." The demon's brow twitched slightly, and he seemed to understand. Alas! He had already guessed it.

  "The Buddha said: It cannot be spoken." Leng Ruoxue said somewhat mysteriously.

  The game on the field continued in full swing...

  "Girl, it's my turn now." The old man suddenly spoke up when the game was about a third of the way through.

  "Good luck, waiting for your red envelope." Lan Ruoxue said calmly.

  "No problem, leave it to me." The old man said confidently, and then he strode onto the stage with a majestic air.

  "Hmph! He's just a mystic, yet he dares to be so arrogant." Not far away, Xu Heng let out a cold snort, his voice neither loud nor soft, just drifting into the ears of Leng Ruoxue and the others.

  "Xu surname, shall we continue to gamble?" Leng Ruoxue lightly laughed and provocatively asked.

  "Bet if you dare, who's afraid of whom?" Xu Heng said with an air of disdain.

  "How much money do you have left on you?" asked Leng Ruoxue with some concern.

  "What do you want to do?" Xu Heng looked at Leng Ruoxue with a vigilant expression and asked somewhat nervously.

  "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to rob you, I just want to bet big, what do you think?" said Leng Ruo Xue with a smiling face.

  "How much do you want to bet?" Xu Heng asked, glancing at Zhou Kun.

  "Tell me first, how much money you still have, and I'll decide how to gamble." Leng Ruo Xue had already set up the trap, just waiting for the prey to take the bait.

  "I still have 12 billion on me!" Xu Heng said.

  "Oh! We now have eight people, and soon we'll all be on the field for the competition. Eight matches, one billion per person! For each match you guess correctly, the loser pays the winner one billion purple gold coins. If you guess all eight matches correctly, I'll pay you twelve billion. Conversely, if I win, you'll pay me too. How about it? Do you dare to bet?" asked Leng Ruoxue calmly.

  "What's there to be afraid of? Hmph! If you lose, don't regret it later." Xu Heng said with full confidence and extreme satisfaction. Just now, he had already received the eye signal from Chairman Zhou, so he was very confident that he would definitely win.

  "Since I'm the one who proposed this bet, you can choose. However, before you make your choice, I need to check your money first, because I'm afraid you might cheat me!" Cold Snow's face was written with 'distrust' and her tone was extremely cautious as she said.

  "Here you go, take a good look with your eyes wide open, grandpa, there's plenty of money. Xu Heng didn't even think about it and threw another silver card to Leng Ruoxue."

  Leng Ruoxue took over the silver card and checked it as usual before handing it back to Lan Meng.

  "Is Lán Huìzhǎng your guarantor again?" Xú Hēng asked somewhat gloomily. He couldn't understand why his money never came back to him after he lent it out. It was really frustrating!

  "Haha, you've become smarter, okay, now you can choose." Leng Ruoxue said with a good mood smile, hehe, this money is really easy to earn.

  Lan Meng looked at the silver card in his hand with some sympathy, then glanced at Xue Heng who was being calculated by Leng Ruo Xue and thought to himself: "This guy is really something, daring to make a bet with this little fox. No wonder he's going to lose everything! Now, Leng Ruo Xue has become an extremely dangerous person in his mind!"

  "I bet you'll lose." Xu Heng said loudly without hesitation.

  "Since you've lost the bet, I'll just have to bet that we win. Grandfather, did all of you hear our wager?" Leng Ruoxue turned her head to look at Leng Qingtian and the others, asking.

  "Hmm, we'll try our best." Leng Qing's mouth twitched with a hint of helplessness. Ah, granddaughter! You're really ruthless this time, but they are indeed in dire need of money right now!

  "Hmm." Leng Ruoxue was very satisfied with Grandfather and the others' reactions.

  "Wait a minute, Xu Heng took out 1.2 billion, what about you? What if you don't have the money?" Zhou Kun couldn't help but interrupt again.

  "Director Zhou, we parties have no objection, why must you make a fuss?" Leng Ruoxue said coldly.

  "Besides, I have a guarantor. Do you think Lan will be unable to pay the 12 billion purple gold coins?" asked Leng Ruo Xue further.

  "You... damn you, do you know who you're talking to?" Sun Meilin, who had long forgotten the pain of her past wounds, couldn't help but say.

  "Xiao Xue, I think I'm going to sneeze again." Bing Qi said lightly, scaring Sun Meilin into shrinking back into her seat, afraid of being blown away by the sneeze.

  "Haha, Xiao Bingbing, be patient!" Leng Ruoxue patted Bingji's head and comforted with a smile.

  While they were talking, the battle on the arena had already begun. Xiao Lao was at Arena 2, his opponent was a low-level Xuan Master, but he had just been promoted to a low-level Xuan Master not long ago, so his strength was only slightly higher than Xiao Lao's.

  On the No. 2 stage.

  The old man's eyes, which were not very big, were shining brightly as he sized up his opponent. Although the other was only a primary mystic, he had many tricks up his sleeve, so he didn't fear him at all.

  "You'd better surrender voluntarily!" The young Mystic said with an air of benevolence.

  "This sentence should be mine." The old man said calmly.

  "Don't you know that there's a gap between us? You're bound to lose, and who knows, you might even be in danger of losing your life." The mysterious master said with an seemingly kind reminder, but in his heart, he was hoping that the old man in front of him would admit defeat himself, so he wouldn't have to fight, and could instead conserve his energy and focus on the next match.

  "What's the big deal? Didn't we just have a battle where the weak overcame the strong?" said Old Man sourly.

  "But that person can't even participate in the next match, they're injured so badly, what's the point of winning anyway?" The mysterious master continued to persuade.

  "Winning is always better than losing, right? Are you going to fight or not? Don't waste my time. If you don't want to fight, just admit defeat." The old man said impatiently, damn it, some of the arenas have already finished fighting, but his opponent was still dawdling around.

  "Hmph! Since you want to die so badly, I'll just grant your wish then." The dark cultivator was furious, and he even felt that his kindness had been treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

  "It's great that you're so eager." The old man finished speaking and directly launched an attack, his crimson-colored Xuanli (Mystic Power) bursting forth like a dragon flame towards his opponent...

  That Xuan Master, seeing the situation, hastily used his earth-based Xuan technique to block the fire dragon's attack. At the same time, he also summoned his contract beast, planning to turn the tables with two against one.

  His contract beast was a black giant snake, about 100 meters long, with a thick snake body, coiled on the arena, its cold snake eyes staring at Old Man Gou without blinking.

  "Hey, you have a Beast, don't I?" The old man unwillingly summoned a Beast as well, and looked at his opponent's Beast with disdain. Humph! It's just an ugly broken snake, how dare it show off.

  "This is impossible, how can you have a dragon as your contract beast?" The dark cultivator asked incredulously, staring at the giant dragon flying in mid-air.

  "This is indeed a genuine dragon! Dragons are absolutely at the top of the beast hierarchy, and this one in front of me is actually a fire dragon, which has a higher status within the dragon clan. Although this dragon's strength is not much different from that of his ink snake, the innate bloodline advantage of the dragon clan is something that ordinary beasts can't compare to."

  And just as he thought, the giant ink snake, after seeing a body that was not inferior to its own huge body, fell into a daze, and after regaining consciousness, it was even more powerless, hanging its head down, its huge snake body trembling...

  Although they are both third-level divine beasts, the dragon's bloodline is much higher than it. This innate bloodline oppression is something that it cannot resist at all, unless its strength is far superior to this dragon, otherwise, at the same level, it is not even a match for this dragon.

  "There are many things in this world that can't be done." The old man said with a tone of disbelief.

  "Are we going to keep fighting?" The old man asked again.

  "Stop it, I give up." The mystic master said, what's the point of continuing? Can't you see that his ink snake doesn't even dare to lift its head in front of that fire dragon?

  "Ah, you're indeed a talented one, you have a bright future ahead of you." The old man praised, but in his heart, he couldn't help but feel smug, haha, this match was won too easily!

  "The verdict, I admit defeat." The mystic said to the judge.

  "Good old fellow, you win!" The judge nodded and then loudly announced.

  The old man won the first game and was so happy that he jumped off the ring and ran all the way back to his team's position.

  "Haha, girl, I won!" The old man said with a happy smile, feeling extremely delighted.

  Leng Ruo Xue nodded slightly and glanced at Xu Heng out of the corner of her eye, before shifting her gaze back to the arena.

  "Winning is what should be, what's there to be proud of?" The old man said coldly, he didn't like this old guy being too smug.

  "What are you butting in for? I'm talking to Ah Dou!" The old man retorted unpleasantly.

  "Stop arguing, don't let outsiders laugh at us. You've only won one game, we still need to win seven more. It's too early to be happy." Lin Liang said.

  "Huh? What does it mean?" The old man's face was full of question marks as he looked at Lin Liang and asked.

  "If Snowy had made a bet with someone, then we all have to win." Lin Liang explained in a flat tone, his face expression was very strange, because he was certain that if Xu Heng had bet on them winning, Snowy would definitely let them lose the match on purpose.

  "Oh, what's the bet?" The old man was very curious.

  "If we win all eight matches, Xu Heng will lose 12 billion purple gold coins to us." Lin Liang said.

  "Huh? 12 billion?! Haha!" Old Man Zhao was stunned at first, but then couldn't help bursting into laughter. Hehe, this little girl is really too much! Now they're going to make a fortune! Poor Xuheng, daring to make a bet with his daughter, he's bound to lose everything!

  "You're really inexperienced, you've only won 100 million and you're laughing so happily?" Xu Heng said sarcastically with a dark face not far away.

  "You've seen the world, don't cry like a child!" The old man reminded kindly.

  "Hmph! This little money is still affordable for a young master like me." Xu Heng said nonchalantly, after all, he was also the legitimate heir of the Xu family, would he be short of this small amount of money?

  "That's good." The old man sat back in his own seat and stopped paying attention to Xu Heng.

  The game on the field continued...

  An hour later.

  "Wow! Xiao Jin, it's your turn now, go for it! One hundred million yuan is at stake!" The old man exclaimed excitedly, making a victory gesture with his hands as he reminded him.

  "Hmm, can't run away." The wind was strong and serious on his face, full of confidence.

  After nodding slightly to Leng Ruo Xue and the others, Feng Jie took big strides, walking calmly and composedly onto the stage...

  A formidable opponent, also a primary Xuan Master, only this primary Xuan Master is very unscrupulous...

  Because, just as Feng Jing had stepped onto the stage, this low-level Xian Shi took the lead and made a move, and his behavior was no different from a sneak attack...

  In fact, for a true strongman, launching a sneak attack on his opponent is a very shameful behavior. However, as the saying goes, "a soldier does not despise deceit", so although this behavior is not worth promoting, it is also allowed in the Xuan Shi General Assembly's competition. Moreover, in the eyes of the Xuan Shi General Assembly, allowing such behavior to exist is also for the purpose of improving the alertness of the Xuan Shi. Therefore, in order to win the competition, more and more Xuan Shi who like to play dirty tricks have emerged...

  Digression

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