"Pfft"—Who Did That?

"Of course. Name the stakes."

Ning Tian answered readily. She had great confidence in Wu Feng, and as the young master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, she was not short on money.

"I don't usually like gambling, but I'm willing to play along with you."

Han Yu laughed inwardly. In truth, he did not like gambling. Why?

Because in his previous life, he had only been an ordinary person running himself ragged to make a living. He had never even qualified to take part in that sort of entertainment.

Nor was he willing to hand his fate over to so-called luck.

But since he knew the answer, he did not mind betting this once.

"A small bet spices things up, a big bet ruins your health. How about two thousand Gold Soul Coins?"

After thinking for a moment, Han Yu named a stake he felt was huge.

He looked at Ning Tian with slight worry. If she refused, the money would be gone.

"All right, then two thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Ning Tian said it without even blinking.

When Han Yu heard that, his expression changed.

He cried inwardly that this was bad. He should have asked for more. He still had not grasped just how rich the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was.

In the six years since he had come to Douluo Continent, the most Gold Soul Coins he had ever had on him were the two thousand Bei Bei had given him.

As for the Body Sect?

That teacher of his, Du Busi, had fed him plenty of nutritious food, but bright, glittering Gold Soul Coins? Not a single one.

As a result, he, the dignified young sect master of the Body Sect, had to help people hunt souls and make bets with others every day just for money.

In his previous life, he had burned his life away for money. Was there no escaping it in this life either?

"Hey? What are you doing?"

Ning Tian stretched out a fair arm and waved it lightly in front of Han Yu.

"Huh? Nothing. I was just thinking about something and got lost in it. Two thousand Gold Soul Coins it is."

Han Yu's gaze was calm as he turned to look at Wu Feng, who was ready to go.

Wu Feng took a deep breath. All the surrounding students were watching her, making her feel immense pressure.

"Ah—bend for me!"

Wu Feng suddenly exerted her strength, and the veins on her hands began to bulge fiercely.

The surrounding students held their breath, clenched their fists, and silently cheered Wu Feng on.

"Huff... huff."

It was so hard. She could not bend it. Wu Feng, who had already used all her strength, flushed red.

"Come on, come on!"

Someone shouted, and the students quickly echoed along.

"See? She definitely can't bend it."

Han Yu said quietly to Ning Tian.

Seeing this, Ning Tian could not help shouting, "Come on, Feng Mei! You can do it!"

Encouraged, Wu Feng's spirit shook, and two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet.

"I can't disappoint the young master. She's watching me." Wu Feng's face was full of excitement, and her second Soul Ring lit up directly.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Wrath!"

In the state of Dragon's Wrath, her strength instantly soared.

"Open for me!"

"Wu Feng used a soul skill! She'll definitely bend it this time! Come on, Wu Feng!" a fat student cheered from the side. Judging from his expression, he clearly admired Wu Feng quite a bit.

Creak!

A teeth-aching sound rang out. The White Tiger Rod, which had not budged at all, actually began to bend slightly under Wu Feng's tremendous strength.

But that was as far as it went. No matter how hard Wu Feng tried, the White Tiger Rod would not move another inch.

"What do I do? I'm at my limit. Just maintaining this curve is already taking a huge amount of my strength, let alone bending it."

Wu Feng panted heavily and, from the corner of her eye, saw Ning Tian looking at her with encouragement.

"No. I can't disappoint the young master. I can do it. Ya!"

Wu Feng gritted her teeth. The veins on her arms bulged violently, and sweat slowly dripped from her forehead, soaking through her tight leather clothing.

The watching male students could not help swallowing, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on those graceful curves.

Wu Feng's legs sank lower again, and her hands trembled violently, as if she were about to break through her limits.

Under everyone's expectant gazes.

"Pfft!"

In the quiet training room, a sudden sound rang out, like a clap of thunder on a sweltering summer day, making people instinctively want to cover their ears.

The watching students' expressions turned strange, and they all retreated several steps. The originally crowded space instantly became much more open.

The fat student from earlier backed away while unable to stop himself from roaring, "Who did that? Are you trying to poison us here?"

"If someone gets poisoned to death, this won't be over."

Of course, most of that was a joke. Besides, everyone had been gathered together just now, so it was hard to say who the culprit really was.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Maybe you're the one who did it."

A male student wearing glasses pushed up his frames, as if he had discovered the culprit, and could not help jumping out to point at the fat student.

"What did you say? I think you're the one who farted. No one else said anything, but you're making the biggest fuss. Admit it. It was you."

The fat student crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly upward, and looked as if he had seen through everything.

"It wasn't me! Hey, you have to believe me! It really wasn't me!"

Seeing the nearby students all put distance between themselves and him, the student with glasses waved his hands, trying to regain everyone's trust and prove his innocence.

But sometimes, the people who wronged you knew even better than you just how wronged you were.

Han Yu also retreated a few steps, then gave Wu Feng in the middle of the room a strange look. He had not expected her to gain an admirer right after school started. Sure enough, the fat ones matured the earliest.

Tsk, tsk. What kind of situation was this? They told you to put effort into bending it, not into letting one rip.

Hearing the accusations around her, Wu Feng's already very red cheeks grew even redder, like a monkey's backside.

"I can't bend it anymore, Teacher Mu."

Wu Feng's strength gave out. She released the White Tiger Rod in her hands, and her body went limp as she collapsed onto the floor.

Mu Jin, who was closest, knew what had happened, but she did not step forward to explain. After all, if this got out, it would not be very good for Wu Feng's image.

She smiled slightly and said, "It's normal that you can't bend it. This is the fourth level of intensity, an intensity only a Soul Ancestor can bend. Press the button at the very top and adjust it to the third level. That should be the stage most suitable for you right now."

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why Wu Feng couldn't bend it. Turns out it was on the highest difficulty," the fat student muttered.

That she could not bend it was completely within Mu Jin's expectations. As for Wu Feng being able to shake the White Tiger Rod at all, a trace of admiration flashed through her eyes. A dragon-type martial soul was extraordinary indeed.

If it had been an ordinary beast martial soul Soul Grandmaster, bending the second level would already have been impressive.

"Huh?"

Wu Feng widened her eyes. So that had been the fourth level, something only a Soul Ancestor could bend. It seemed it was not that she could not do it; the difficulty had simply been too high. What was more, she had even moved the White Tiger Rod, which only a Soul Ancestor could bend, by a little.

The young master should praise me, right? Thinking this, Wu Feng looked toward Ning Tian expectantly.

Then her expression stiffened.

She discovered that Ning Tian was not paying attention to her at all. Instead, she was chatting and laughing with Han Yu beside her.

"You already knew this was the highest difficulty, didn't you? No wonder you were so confident." Ning Tian looked at the calm-faced Han Yu and could not help saying it.

Han Yu, exposed, did not panic at all. He nodded calmly. "That's right. Don't tell me Young Sect Master Ning Tian plans to use this as an excuse to renege on the bet?"