A Country Bumpkin from a Lesser Plane

Su Fan was teleported back to the teahouse, and when Chen Rong saw him return, she hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Senior, congratulations..."

Seeing the joy all over the girl's face, Su Fan waved a hand at her.

"I told you to bet on me winning. Did you?"

"Senior, I did. I won several times the Spirit Crystals..."

Su Fan had only meant to tease her. He had not expected the girl to actually bet on him.

This girl was bold enough.

When he had told her to bet on him, he had only been half joking. He had not expected her to really place a wager.

Su Fan shook his head, walked to the table, and sat down cross-legged. Chen Rong poured him a cup of Spirit Tea.

Su Fan lifted the cup and took a sip, then removed the Communication Formation Disk from his waist and sent a message to Martial Uncle Tengda of the sect.

"Martial Uncle, in the seventh round of the Dao Association Grand Competition, this disciple has made it through..."

Although those old fellows from Crimson Cloud Heaven had not held out much hope for this round, they had all been anxiously waiting for the result of the battle.

Next, he sent a message to Chen Qing and Shen Fang, who were far away at Liyang Immortal Sect.

Su Fan chatted with several of the sect's martial uncles for a few moments. The group of old fellows nearly went mad with excitement, and even the messages they sent back were somewhat incoherent.

Martial Uncle Tengda and the other old fellows at the Deity Transformation Stage chatted with him for a while, then all disappeared.

They had to send the news back to Crimson Cloud Heaven as soon as possible. Su Fan had now charged into