Planning to Set Up Luo Shaotian

"Miss, thank you so much. Without your reminder, I wouldn't have made today's gains."

Ye Xiaofeng hurried to the service counter and spoke to the female attendant. He had essentially made a fortune out of nothing—using the Great Soul Arena's card to overdraw one million, then winning 4.6 million. After repaying the one million overdraft, he still had 3.75 million left.

"Manager! Hurry, Manager Luo has fainted!"

Just as Ye Xiaofeng was smugly grinning over his winnings, someone suddenly shouted in the distance.

Ever since Ye Xiaofeng had entered the Great Soul Arena, Luo Shaotian had been plagued by bad luck every day. Ye Xiaofeng was like a walking jinx; whenever he was around, Luo Shaotian suffered misfortune.

Luo Shaotian had originally intended to trick Ye Xiaofeng into losing one million, leaving him so poor he would have nothing but his underwear and be unable to repay the debt. Then he could use that condition to force him into joining the Great Soul Arena.

Now, he realized just how absurdly wrong he had been. If this continued, he would not even be able to keep his position as manager of the Great Soul Arena.

"Manager Luo, I only won a few lousy coins. Was there really any need to take it this hard?" Ye Xiaofeng asked with gloating laughter.

"To you, that's just a few lousy coins?" Luo Shaotian was so angered by Ye Xiaofeng's words that he fainted again.

Ye Xiaofeng ignored Luo Shaotian and turned to leave, Purple Gold Card in hand.

There were still more than ten days before the sect's newcomer tournament. Without realizing it, Ye Xiaofeng had arrived at the entrance of the Heavenly Human World Inn.

"I didn't know Young Master Ye would honor us with his presence. This old man failed to welcome you from afar, failed to welcome you from afar," Shopkeeper Li said hurriedly, flattering him.

"Shopkeeper Li, long time no see."

Ye Xiaofeng was in a good mood, so he naturally did not mind Shopkeeper Li's flattery.

"Young Master Ye, this way, please." Shopkeeper Li hurriedly led Ye Xiaofeng to a private room, exchanging a glance with the waiter. The waiter immediately understood and promptly brought over the inn's Signature Dish and fine wine.

"Shopkeeper Li, I never said I was here to eat."

"I saw that it was almost lunchtime, so I made arrangements in advance."

"Shopkeeper Li, undue kindness usually hides an ulterior motive."

"I heard that Young Master Ye has been taking especially good care of the Great Soul Arena lately."

Ye Xiaofeng had only spoken casually, but it seemed Shopkeeper Li really did have business with him.

"I just drop by now and then. Even Shopkeeper Li has heard about that?"

"Young Master Ye, every casual visit of yours involves millions. We're already sworn friends—how about taking me along for a casual visit someday?"

Shopkeeper Li had been paying close attention to Ye Xiaofeng. At such a young age, Ye Xiaofeng had already caught the attention of that person from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. His future was boundless.

Ever since Ye Xiaofeng had won a million from Dai Mubai last time, Shopkeeper Li had wanted to tag along with him. Now Ye Xiaofeng had won another million today, and Shopkeeper Li felt deeply unbalanced.

He served every guest from morning to night just as attentively as he had served Ye Xiaofeng, yet he only earned a thousand Gold Soul Coins a day. Ye Xiaofeng made millions in a single day.

"Shopkeeper Li, I still think being an innkeeper suits you better. What if you lose and become too poor to afford even a pair of underwear?"

"Isn't there still the other half of the chance? Young Master Ye, wouldn't you agree?" Shopkeeper Li said quickly. At this point, he was no longer listening to anything Ye Xiaofeng said.

"Shopkeeper Li, you call me a sworn friend, but you're making this very difficult for me." Ye Xiaofeng put on a troubled expression. Shopkeeper Li was trying to get something for free.

"Young Master Ye, what do you think of this inn?" Shopkeeper Li asked warmly.

"It's quite nice. Shopkeeper Li, what do you mean by that?" Could this old man be planning to give him the inn?

"As long as Young Master Ye likes it, this old man will offer it to you with both hands," Shopkeeper Li said with a smile.

"Shopkeeper Li, you said we were sworn friends. Talking about money like this really hurts our friendship." Ye Xiaofeng was overjoyed inside, though he still looked reluctant to accept it.

"Young Master Ye, since you say we are sworn friends, consider this an old man's gift to you upon meeting."

"Old man, are you planning to rob the Great Soul Arena?" Ye Xiaofeng was startled by Shopkeeper Li's actions. He was casually offering to give him the entire inn.

"Of course not. This old man has saved a little money from running this inn over the years. Before I die, I should leave it to someone. After all, you can't take anything with you when you die."

Looking at Shopkeeper Li's frail, aged appearance, Ye Xiaofeng nearly believed him.

"Old man, how much are you planning to swindle from the Great Soul Arena?" Ye Xiaofeng asked with a smile.

Shopkeeper Li said nothing, only raised one finger.

"One million?" Ye Xiaofeng asked tentatively.

"How much do you think my inn is worth?" Shopkeeper Li said with a smile.

"Ten million?" Ye Xiaofeng roughly estimated that the inn was worth five million. Even if Shopkeeper Li gave it to him, he could still make five million.

Shopkeeper Li continued shaking his head. Ye Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly widened. This old man wanted one hundred million.

"Young Master Ye, come, come, drink. Drink." Shopkeeper Li hurriedly poured him wine.

"No." Ye Xiaofeng refused decisively.

"Young Master Ye, why is that?" Shopkeeper Li was baffled. Ye Xiaofeng had clearly been tempted just now, so why had he refused?

"I don't want the inn. We split the profits thirty-seventy—you get three, I get seven," Ye Xiaofeng said calmly.

"Young Master Ye, why don't you just rob me?" Shopkeeper Li wished he could slap himself twice. He should have just said one million. He had never expected Ye Xiaofeng to demand such an outrageous share.

"I was joking, just saying it casually. How about a forty-sixty split?" Seeing Shopkeeper Li's reaction, Ye Xiaofeng knew it was impossible and had no choice but to take a step back.

"Fine, then I get six and you get four," Shopkeeper Li said with a lecherous grin.

"Get lost! I meant I get six and you get four." Ye Xiaofeng had not expected Shopkeeper Li to misunderstand him.

"Young Master Ye, you need to understand that this old man is the one providing the money, not you," Shopkeeper Li said. The initiative was in his hands.

"Shopkeeper Li, can you guarantee a one hundred percent chance of winning? Don't forget, if you lose, you'll be too poor to buy even a pair of underwear." Ye Xiaofeng could not give up the initiative either.

"As long as you can guarantee a one hundred percent victory, we'll do as you say." Shopkeeper Li still yielded a step before Ye Xiaofeng.

"Shopkeeper Li, let's do as you said. You get six and I get four. Just give me the inn." Ye Xiaofeng had his own plans, so he gave up twenty percent for the inn.

"Young Master Ye, how about this? We split it fifty-fifty, and I'll give you the inn. Once we win the money, this old man will leave." Shopkeeper Li had initially felt somewhat displeased that Ye Xiaofeng wanted two extra shares, but now that Ye Xiaofeng had voluntarily yielded them to him, that slight displeasure vanished. Instead, he thought more highly of Ye Xiaofeng.

"Shopkeeper Li, if you submit to me, I can take none of the money at all," Ye Xiaofeng said to Shopkeeper Li while drinking.

"Young Master Ye, I know there will surely be a place for you in the future soul world. Whether this old man will live to see that day is another matter." How could Shopkeeper Li submit to him for no reason? Would it not be better to win the money and spend the rest of his life in carefree comfort?

The Seven Kill Sword condensed in Ye Xiaofeng's hand and instantly pierced Shopkeeper Li's chest.

"Young Master Ye, you..." Shopkeeper Li had never expected to die at Ye Xiaofeng's hands.

Ye Xiaofeng instantly withdrew the Seven Kill Sword. His first Soul Skill—Blessing—healed Shopkeeper Li's wound with his second martial soul, sealing it shut in an instant.

Shopkeeper Li felt as though he had just woken from a dream. The treatment had made his body seem even more vigorous than before.

"Shopkeeper Li, what do you think?" Ye Xiaofeng asked with a smile.

"Young Master Ye, could it be... Twin Martial Souls?" Shopkeeper Li asked in astonishment. He had seen countless people in his lifetime, but he still could not believe what was before his eyes.

"Haven't you seen it already? As long as I'm alive, you won't die," Ye Xiaofeng said confidently.

"Young Master Ye, I, Li Baocai, am willing to submit to you." Shopkeeper Li had seen something he should not have seen. Even if Ye Xiaofeng did not kill him, he would not easily let him go. Besides, he was old, and nothing was more important than his life. Whether he submitted to Ye Xiaofeng or not, he stood to benefit. Why not?

"The immediate priority is to devise a foolproof plan. The people at the Great Soul Arena are not that stupid." Ye Xiaofeng understood that Luo Shaotian would not fall for it now.

Meanwhile, Luo Shaotian was once again being berated by Xue Qinghe of the Heaven Dou Empire until he was utterly humiliated. "What's been going on these past few days? My right eyelid has been twitching nonstop."

"From today onward, do not open any betting events involving Ye Xiaofeng." To be safe, Luo Shaotian directly blacklisted Ye Xiaofeng.

Just as Ye Xiaofeng was worrying over how to trick Luo Shaotian, he received good news. A Xin had sent him a challenge letter. They would fight at the Great Soul Arena in three days.

Two days later, Luo Shaotian sent someone to invite Ye Xiaofeng. To ensure the plan went smoothly, Ye Xiaofeng secretly came to the Great Soul Arena alone in the middle of the night.

"Manager Luo, how have you been lately?" Ye Xiaofeng greeted Luo Shaotian. It was clearly a concerned greeting, yet it somehow felt off.

"Thanks to Young Master Ye's blessing," Luo Shaotian replied. He wanted nothing more than to beat Ye Xiaofeng senseless, but for the sake of the Great Soul Arena, he had no choice but to compromise.

"Manager Luo, just say what you want." Ye Xiaofeng did not want to beat around the bush.

"Young Master Ye, in tomorrow's match between you and A Xin, ninety-nine percent of people are backing you and placing bets on you. Faced with such a situation, the Great Soul Arena cannot bear the losses..." Luo Shaotian spoke with apparent difficulty.

"So you mean I should deliberately lose tomorrow's match?" Ye Xiaofeng asked knowingly, testing Luo Shaotian.

"Young Master Ye, don't worry. Everything will be done in secret. Once it's done, the Great Soul Arena will pay you five million as compensation." Luo Shaotian believed he had offered Ye Xiaofeng an irresistible temptation.

"Luo Shaotian, don't you know that the entire imperial capital is full of Sword God fans? You want me to deliberately lose the match?" Ye Xiaofeng said furiously.

At that moment, someone quietly slipped in and whispered something into Luo Shaotian's ear.

"Eight million. How about it?" Luo Shaotian had not wanted to raise the offer, but the man had just informed him that someone had placed a twenty-million bet on Ye Xiaofeng, so he changed his mind.

"Manager Luo truly is a straightforward man, but you'll have to pay more." Ye Xiaofeng looked entirely harmless.

"Ten million." Luo Shaotian finally compromised. He looked at the betting figures on the mechanical screen in his hand. A Xin had only received a little over one million in bets, while Ye Xiaofeng's total was rapidly approaching one hundred million—and that was only for today.

"Then let's sign this agreement to ensure that nothing goes wrong with our arrangement." Afraid that something unforeseen might happen, Luo Shaotian pulled Ye Xiaofeng aside and secretly signed an agreement with him.

"Then here's to a pleasant partnership." Ye Xiaofeng was already bursting with joy inside.

"I never expected Young Master Ye to be one of us." Luo Shaotian had thought Ye Xiaofeng refused his offer because of those so-called fans, but it turned out this fellow merely thought the money offered was too little.