"Hmph, you insolent brat. How dare you be so arrogant! Very well, I'll make you capsize in a ditch this time—no, drift like fluff on a great river! You can't even grasp which way the road ahead lies!" Heavenly Venerable Shangqing snorted coldly, deeply displeased by the way I spoke. That old man was incredibly proud.
I said nothing more to provoke him. This battle was actually unavoidable. Even if Heavenly Venerable Shangqing had no intention of gambling, Heavenly Venerable Shining Moon would never let the matter rest. She would certainly come up with some other bizarre idea. That woman was frighteningly clever—what couldn't she do? She had probably seen long ago that Heavenly Venerable Zhaoxue would lose to me.
She had definitely done it on purpose. After all, only by losing herself could she make it difficult for the others to refuse a battle with me. As long as someone challenged me and I kept winning, she would be the one making money in the end. The original thirty-seventy split had already guaranteed that she would benefit. The more battles I fought, the more she earned. She'd recoup her investment after three fights, and start profiting after four!
So compared with Heavenly Venerable Shining Moon, these exceedingly clever Heavenly Venerables still weren't worth mentioning. After all, as the designer of the scheme, it was extremely difficult for anyone else to overturn the result from behind the scenes. She was destined to have a far greater chance of winning from the very beginning.
"Master! I'm the only one here who can fight with a sword! Please temporarily raise my Dao Foundation so that I can vent your anger for you, Master! I truly can't stand watching other households trample all over us!" The little female immortal called Zishou stepped forward