Gambling Money, Gambling Lives

All eyes turned to Mi Rushan. Everyone wondered what his response would be. Mi Rushan looked utterly bewildered; he hadn't uttered a single word, so how had he been dragged into this?

Borrow money to fight? Ding Wei was dumbfounded. The entire arena fell silent once again.

Nong Zhu was secretly delighted. This kid was truly vindictive. He had his eye on Huo Zongming and wouldn't let go of any opportunity. How could Bi Changchun have taken on such a precious disciple?

"I told you they were a bunch of trash!" Yue Qianchou sneered at them. "It's a lie that they didn't want to borrow money to bet; the real reason is that they lack confidence in themselves. If they were really confident in beating me, why would they be afraid of not being able to pay back the money? It's a joke. No wonder some people say that a barking dog doesn't bite, and a biting dog doesn't bark. It's truly a profound truth. Today, I'm sharing this saying with you all, and I hope you'll accept it with a smile."

"How dare you!"

"Speaking nonsense!"...

Enraged by these words, a group of people actually called them dogs. Ding Wei, his face flushed, said, "Yue Qianchou, why should you set the rules? Today, it's not about money; I'm going to fight you to the death." He was prepared not to pay any money; he was going to fight Yue Qianchou head-on.

"Wait a minute." Yue Qianchou pushed his hand away and said to Mi Rushan in a deep voice, "This is your Guangzhao Peak territory. I am a guest here, and now someone is going to attack me. Does Guangzhao Peak really intend to ignore this? We are both guests, how can you treat one like the other? Is this how Guangzhao Peak treats its guests?"

With this serious accusation pinned on him, Mi Rushan knew he couldn't remain silent any longer. After all, he was the master of this place, and there were certain rules that no one could break.

He teleported between the two and said calmly, "We are all guests, so let's talk things over."

Now that Mi Rushan had intervened, Ding Wei naturally dared not be presumptuous in front of this late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending cultivator. He sheathed his blue flying knife, pointed his finger, and shouted, "Yue Qianchou, you shameless bastard! You said you'd fight, but now you're cowering in fear. Are you even a man?"

Yue Qianchou ignored him and bowed slightly to Mi Rushan, saying, "Great Venerable, you have seen what happened. Now we need you to uphold justice."

Nong Zhu smiled but didn't say anything. He wanted to see how this kid would end his rambling.

"How do you want me to uphold justice?" Mi Rushan asked expressionlessly.

"Although they outnumber me, I'm not one to back down from a fight. But if they take turns attacking, I'll be fighting one after another, which would mean over three hundred matches. Even if I win every single one, I'll be exhausted by then." Yue Qianchou chuckled. "I admit I increased the stakes to reduce the pressure and eliminate those who can't afford it. Does the Great Venerable really think it's unreasonable for me to make such a small request against over three hundred people?"

Mi Rushan didn't rush to answer. He asked the crowd, "Do you think Yue Qianchou's request is excessive?"

Even the thickest skin wouldn't be enough to hear such a statement—one against three hundred! Who would dare utter the word "excessive"? In the ensuing silence, Mi Rushan nodded to Yue Qianchou and said, "No one objects; your request isn't excessive. Is this the justice you wanted me to uphold?"

"I have asked the Great Venerable to preside over the matter of justice. It's very simple," Yue Qianchou said, pointing to the Storage Bag on the coffee table. "If someone can gamble with their life or money, and they can come up with a million high-grade Spirit Stones, I'm ready to play anytime. If someone can't come up with the money but still insists on causing trouble, then I'll ask the Great Venerable to preside over the matter of justice."

He glanced at Ding Wei, as if to say that he was the one who couldn't pay but still insisted on causing trouble. Ding Wei immediately turned red with anger, gritting his teeth but feeling helpless.

Mi Rushan remained expressionless as he asked the crowd, "Do you all agree to me upholding justice?" After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Since no one objects, I'll accept. Do as you see fit." He then teleported back to his original position...

Yue Qianchou waved his hand at Ding Wei with a look of disdain and said, "If you don't have money, get off! Don't block others from making money." It was unclear whether he meant other people or himself when he said "others" making money.

If Ding Wei were to obediently withdraw like this, he would never be able to show his face again, and would be laughed at to death. He had indeed reached a point where he couldn't back down. With a determined heart and gritted teeth, he strode toward Mi Rushan, "Great Venerable, could you lend me one million high-grade Spirit Stones temporarily? If I win, I will repay you immediately. If I lose, my sect will not renege on this debt."

As he said this, his face was filled with shame and indignation. Only by killing Yue Qianchou could he avenge his humiliation.

Yue Qianchou picked his nose and said sarcastically, "Ask about interest rates before borrowing money to avoid trouble later... Don't look at me, I'm just kindly reminding you."

Ding Wei turned his head sharply, feeling as if he had swallowed a fly after hearing those words. Normally, who would bring up interest when lending Spirit Stone? Mi Rushan didn't make a living by earning interest from lending Spirit Stone. But since someone had reminded him, how could he shamelessly pretend he didn't know? So he gritted his teeth and said, "Great Venerable, regarding interest..."

Mi Rushan waved his hand to stop him from continuing. If he really asked for Ding Wei's interest in front of so many people, he would truly offend his sect. He said calmly, "No interest." He had already taken out a storage item and tossed it over.

"Thank you, Great Venerable!" Ding Wei accepted the Storage Bag and thanked him. He then turned and strode over, carrying the Storage Bag, and shouted, "Yue Qianchou, let's see what you have to say now."

"Of course there's more to say," Yue Qianchou shrugged and said, "The bet should naturally be entrusted to someone we both trust and who is highly respected; it's impossible for it to remain in our hands."

"Hmph!" Ding Wei snorted coldly, saying nothing, clearly agreeing with the plan. Both men's gazes turned to the two Spirit Transformation stage; when it came to high prestige, who among them could compare to the two of them?

Upon hearing this, Nong Zhu rubbed his hands together and laughed heartily, "Since that's the case, then I'll reluctantly agree!"

A master at the mid Spirit Transformation stage wouldn't waste his Spirit Stone. Without a word, Ding Wei picked up his Storage Bag and was about to hand it over to Nong Zhu. But Yue Qianchou shouted, "Wait! I'm a little worried about handing the Spirit Stone over to Mr. Nongzhu. It's better to give them to Senior Wen Rui."

The whole room was stunned. Nong Zhu was his protector, yet he didn't trust Nong Zhu and instead trusted Wen Rui.

Ding Wei was practically driven mad by this person. He didn't know whether to give in to the Storage Bag that was being held out in his hand or not. Nong Zhu was also caught in a dilemma, not knowing whether to take it or not. She glared angrily at Yue Qianchou, who dared to embarrass him in front of so many people.

Without needing explanation, Yue Qianchou simply didn't trust Nong Zhu. Even if others could get the money back, he himself would likely have a very difficult time. His overly proactive reaction only fueled his suspicions.

Yue Qianchou pushed the Storage Bag in front of Wen Rui and said, "Please keep this for now, Senior Wen Rui. If I lose or something happens to me, give this Storage Bag to the person who defeats me."

Wen Rui glanced at Nong Zhu, who was already leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, and chuckled wryly as he placed the Storage Bag on the coffee table. Given his cultivation level, if Nong Zhu hadn't insisted on coming to watch the spectacle, who would have bothered to join in? Those at the Spirit Transformation stage were usually figures who were known but not seen! Helping others with chores was even more out of the question.

Ding Wei sheepishly took back his Storage Bag, not daring to look at Nong Zhu again. He then pushed it in front of Wen Rui and said roughly the same thing as Yue Qianchou. Yue Qianchou dared to say he didn't trust Nong Zhu, but Ding Wei dared not say he didn't trust Wen Rui, so he had no choice but to hand over his Storage Bag to Wen Rui for safekeeping.

"Please!" Yue Qianchou waved his hand gently.

It's about to begin! The entire audience instantly perked up, even Nong Zhu opened her eyes, forgetting the temporary unpleasantness...

"Yue Qianchou!" Furong suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with worry. Yue Qianchou frowned slightly and glared at her, and Furong awkwardly sat back down.

Ding Wei stepped back, his spirits instantly lifted, finally able to avenge his previous humiliation. He looked at the young couple and laughed heartily, "Yue Qianchou, if you have any last words, just tell your woman. I'll give you that time." The people around them also joined in the laughter.

Yue Qianchou put on a smiling face for Furong, upon hearing this, he slowly turned around, his face expressionless, and asked indifferently, "How do you want to die?"

Ding Wei snorted and nodded, "You're about to die, yet you still dare to talk so arrogantly." He then raised the blue throwing knife above his head once more.

Yue Qianchou spread his sleeves, and more than a dozen streaks of shimmering blue light flashed out, swirling around his body. Everyone present stared intently at the swirling blue flying swords; they had heard that Yue Qianchou could control multiple flying swords simultaneously, but this was the first time they had seen it. Perhaps only Nong Zhu among those present knew that these dozen or so flying swords were formed from condensed blue flames.

A dozen flying swords swirled around him Yue Qianchou, expressionless, approached Ding Wei step by step, saying indifferently, "If I say you're trash, then you're trash. I'll let you make the first move."

"Let's see who's trash!" Ding Wei roared, and the blue blade above his head began to spin rapidly, faster and faster, from one blade to two, from two to four... until it became eight blades, at which point it stopped increasing.

Yue Qianchou was slightly surprised, wondering if it was an illusion or if the blue blade was also Law Treasure that could create clones.

"Whoosh..." Eight rapidly spinning blue blades, like eight blue plates, suddenly scattered with a whooshing sound, their blue shadows trailing behind them. Yue Qianchou looked around and saw that the spinning blue blades had surrounded him from all sides, attacking swiftly.

Damn! This thing might be useful for scaring others, but trying to pull this on me? Let's see who surrounds whom! Yue Qianchou activated his sword technique, and his protective flying sword immediately split into eight streaks of green light, which quickly clashed with the eight flying knives, producing First Company of clanging and metallic sounds.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, hundreds of azure rays instantly flew out, darting wildly across the ceiling of the hall, dazzling everyone. Only after the flying swords stopped spinning did the crowd realize that Ding Wei was already surrounded by hundreds of flying swords...

P. S.: Three chapters completed for today...

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