Remnants Scattered Across the Mountain Ridge

A figure in white clothes, with long hair flowing in the gentle breeze, stood tall and straight, holding a longsword forged from pure ice and snow in a reverse grip.

Jiang Lin tilted his head up at a 45-degree angle and sighed softly, a sense of loneliness and aloofness accompanying the action.

The scene fell into silence for a moment, and many female cultivators' eyes lit up.

Why...

Why must such a handsome man with such charisma be a Flower-Picking Thief? Can't I be the one to occupy his heart?

With his back to the Six Major Sects, Jiang Lin tilted his head back, his neck a little sore, and asked in a deep voice, "Who... is saying I'm handsome..."

At this moment, the fairies of the great sects covered their mouths.

Clearly, this line is so chuunibyou and unconventional, yet why does this man have the power to disrupt my Dao Heart?

However... as soon as Jiang Lin finished speaking.

Just after being handsome for two seconds...

"Holy crap, Jiang Lin, you finally made it! Fight well!"

Diao Da stepped forward and patted Jiang Lin's shoulder with his claw.

"Brother Jiang! My wife's dowry is all on you! You have to win at least three matches!"

"Brother Jiang, don't listen to him. What's money compared to our lives? Let's just surrender. Brother Wang will take you to Spring Breeze Pavilion to see Wu Die dance today."

"Jiang Lin, here, eat a steamed bun and fight well. Don't worry, I promise I didn't poison it."

"Get lost! I just saw you sprinkling Spring Breeze Leaves No Trace on the bun!" A buddy pushed him aside. "Here, Jiang Lin, let me rub your shoulders. You have to fight well later."

For a time, the Demonic Sect cultivators standing by Jiang Lin's side swarmed him, bringing him water, breakfast, massaging his shoulders and legs, and even combing his hair.

Jiang Lin sat on his flying sword, treated like an emperor...

And at this very moment, Fang Chaoqun pushed aside a guy massaging his shoulders and whispered, "Everything is ready!"

Jiang Lin's lips curved up. "What are the odds?"

"One to one hundred!"

"Hmm? Why does it feel lower than I expected?"

"Well, besides the few of us who bet on Brother Jiang to win all his matches, Madam Chen also bet, and Elder Fang Ruo from the Mission Hall bet a lot. Especially Wu Die from Spring Breeze Pavilion, who seems to have bet her entire fortune."

Jiang Lin shook his head. "Sister Fang Ruo is just rich and has nowhere to spend her money. She's over a hundred years old and doesn't even save for her own dowry. Madam Chen probably bet to show support because of her daughter... her son. But what's with Wu Die? Do I know her?"

"Who cares! The odds are great anyway. Brother Jiang, you have to fight well! My wife's dowry and my sister's dowry are all on you! If we lose, I'll explode!"

"Don't worry, Brother Fang! After this battle, we'll go to Spring Breeze Pavilion together for some fun! And step onto the path of adulthood!"

"Stop dawdling, Jiang the lecherous thief! Come out and fight! Zhao RiTian will take your dog life today!"

"Jiang Lin! Fight me quickly!"

"No! Senior Brother! Please let me go first!"

"I've tolerated him for a long time!"

"I'm going to lose it!"

On the other side, the young talents of the Six Major Sects couldn't stand it anymore.

This guy is too full of himself! Damn it! We're all showing off, so why is he so handsome!

On the Sun Moon Sect's side, Jiang Lin's body trembled, and he slowly stood up, stepping forward in the air. He was like the first snow forged from ice and snow, exuding a white chill in the summer heat.

"System, are there any missions? I'm about to start showing off."

Jiang Lin communicated with the System mentally. Then, several waves appeared in his mind, accompanied by the crackling sound of a black and white TV with no signal.

Ding...

A crisp sound echoed in Jiang Lin's heart.

[Given that the Host has finally attained enlightenment and voluntarily embarked on the path of a villain (courting death), a mission has been triggered.]

[Mission: The essence of a villain lies in showing off. The battle against the Six Major Sects is the starting point for the Host to become a great villain and a time to gain fame. Please crush the opponent's dignity in this competition and plunge them into deep despair...]

[Mission Reward: One High Imitation Mask (undetectable by those below the Immortal Realm)]

As the System's voice faded, Jiang Lin flicked his long hair, narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and raised his sword. "I, Jiang Lin, am here. Who among you will be the first to die?!"

"Oh my god! So cool!"

"Why does this man look so evil, yet so handsome!"

"Senior Sister, it's not that Junior Sister is being unfair, but Junior Sister will go first!"

"No, Junior Sister! Let Senior Sister go first!"

"You can't, Senior Sister. Wipe your drool first."

"I can't take it anymore! You dare to challenge all of us alone! What arrogance! I, Te Langpu, am not convinced!"

Te Langpu, a cultivator from the Military School of the Xuejia Sect, stepped forward, his aura imposing.

"Go, Brother Te!"

"Brother Te, you're the fattest!"

"Senior Brother Te, don't hit his face!"

"If you dare to hit Young Master Jiang's face, I'm not done with you!"

"Brother Jiang, hurry up and admit defeat!"

"Don't listen to him, admit defeat after this round."

"What the hell, Brother Jiang should beat Zhao RiTian and Ye Liangchen before admitting defeat."

"Jiang Lin, die a little slower."

As the two faced off, shouts erupted from both sides, like gamblers (the author included) glued to their TVs watching a World Cup match score!

This time, nearly two-thirds of the Sun Moon Sect had participated in the betting pool Jiang Lin had set up. The main bets were on how many matches Jiang Lin would win, and whether he would return alive.

But these weren't the most important bets! The most important was, "Will Jiang Lin achieve a perfect victory?"

And aside from Jiang Lin and a very small number of people, basically no one bet on this! It also had the highest odds!

What a joke, do I have nothing better to do than to spend time with these old men instead of playing with Little Niannian?

"Today, I, Jiang Lin, will show them what it means to be a gambling saint where Resurrection Coins and strength coexist!"

"Hehehe, Little Niannian, when Papa earns money, I'll buy you candy." Jiang Lin, his eyes full of mischief, wiped his drool and said seriously, "If you want to fight me, as we agreed before, it's at least 10 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Hmph! A mere 10 Spirit Stones!"

Te Langpu, according to their prior agreement, suppressed his cultivation to the Sea Gazing Realm.

He then took out ten Mid-Grade Spirit Stones from his storage bag and tossed them to Jiang Lin. Just as Jiang Lin's eyes lit up and he happily accepted the Spirit Stones, his opponent shamelessly unleashed a sword strike.

"Holy crap! Shameless!"

"You brat, you actually ambushed him!"

"How can you be so much like someone from the Demonic Sect!"

In an instant, the brothers from the Sun Moon Sect side exploded in an uproar.

And just as the sword was about to slash across Jiang Lin's throat, a scream suddenly echoed through the air.

"Ah..."

Unbeknownst to them, Jiang Lin's First Snow had already left his hand and was embedded in his opponent's chrysanthemum...

Scattered across the mountainside