Myriad Beast Gathering

Yang Lingtian's expression changed slightly, his eyes becoming sharp.

He said in a low voice, "With just the few of you, you're not qualified to occupy my table!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face stiffened, and he let out a cold laugh.

"Good kid, you're arrogant enough. Since you don't appreciate a favor, I'll have to teach you a lesson and make you remember it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly raised his hand and slapped Yang Lingtian.

Yang Lingtian's eyes turned cold. He didn't retreat or dodge.

Instead, he raised his hand and met the middle-aged man's slap.

With a snap, the two palms collided, instantly knocking the middle-aged man back several steps.

Because they both used the power of their cultivation, their auras were involuntarily released.

Only then did people realize that Yang Lingtian was also a Foundation Establishment stage expert.

"Heavens, he's actually a Foundation Establishment expert, and he looks so young."

"He's already a Foundation Establishment expert, yet he's still wearing a Bronze Badge. He must have just broken through and hasn't had time to change it."

"But he's facing five Foundation Establishment experts, and he's only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. I doubt he can handle it."

People in the tavern began to whisper.

As soon as the middle-aged man stabilized his figure, Yang Lingtian used his movement technique.

He drew his long sword and flashed in front of the middle-aged man.

His sword was as fast as lightning, suddenly appearing in front of the middle-aged man's throat.

The tip of the sword had already pierced the outermost layer of skin on his throat, and a drop of blood dripped down.

The middle-aged man felt a slight pain in his throat, and his face changed drastically in horror.

This scene happened too quickly. No one saw how Yang Lingtian's figure appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

The originally noisy tavern instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at Yang Lingtian's sword.

The gazes of the crowd towards Yang Lingtian were filled with deep shock.

This speed was simply not something a Foundation Establishment early stage cultivator could achieve.

The middle-aged man froze in place, not daring to move.

He was afraid that if he made any movement, the sword would pierce his throat.

His companions next to him came back to their senses from the shock. They knew that this person's strength far exceeded that of an early Foundation Establishment stage expert.

They also knew that they had kicked a steel plate, and quickly said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

"This little brother, please have mercy!"

His tone was extremely gentle, and his face showed a sincere expression.

"Yes, yes, misunderstanding. We won't eat anymore. We're sorry for disturbing you."

The middle-aged man with the sword against his throat also quickly echoed.

Yang Lingtian didn't want to let them off so easily, and said sternly, "Hmph, you think you can leave so easily after angering me?"

The mercenaries seemed to understand Yang Lingtian's meaning and quickly took out 50,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones from their bodies.

They handed them to Yang Lingtian and said, "These are all the Spirit Stones we have. Consider it our apology."

Yang Lingtian accepted the Spirit Stones, his tone still icy, "Just this much?"

"There's more, there's more. This is a ticket to this year's Myriad Beast Gathering. We worked hard to get it." Another mercenary continued.

He held a thing that looked like an invitation in his hand.

"What's the Myriad Beast Gathering?" Yang Lingtian asked doubtfully.

"It's like this, the Myriad Beast Gathering is a large-scale demon beast fighting event held by the Huang Family, one of the five great families in Flowing Cloud City."

"It's only held once a year, and each time, people from various families in the city are invited."

"Even the great families from nearby cities will send people to come, so this kind of ticket is very precious." The man quickly explained.

"demon beast fighting? What's the use of that to me? I'm not in the mood to watch any demon beast fights." Yang Lingtian said uninterestedly.

Seeing that Yang Lingtian was unmoved, the middle-aged man continued, "It's useful."

"Many people go there to bet on demon beasts. The odds are very high. Once you bet correctly, you can earn tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones."

As soon as he heard that winning a bet could get him a lot of Spirit Stones, Yang Lingtian immediately became interested.

On his path to becoming a strong person, what he lacked most was cultivation resources, and the more Spirit Stones, the better.

"Alright, I'll accept these. Now, all of you get out," Yang Lingtian said coldly as he put away his sword.

After this ordeal, the four of them were too embarrassed to eat here and left in a hurry.

Yang Lingtian opened the so-called ticket, which stated the time. This Myriad Beast Gathering was set to begin tomorrow.

After he waited for the food to be served and finished eating, he found an inn to stay in.

Before resting, however, he also inquired about the arena.

It turned out that the so-called Myriad Beast Gathering only started to become popular three hundred years ago.

Three hundred years ago, the Huang Family's ancestor obtained a beast-taming technique that could easily tame even second-tier demon beasts.

It was said that the Huang Family's ancestor had even tamed a third-tier demon beast, a powerful demon beast comparable to a Golden Core expert.

The Huang Family's ancestor saw the business opportunity in this and began to build arenas in Flowing Cloud City.

These arenas of various sizes could provide training for cultivators.

Family disciples who didn't want to train in the Monster Beast Mountain Range would come to the arena to choose some demon beasts to compete with, increasing their combat skills.

Depending on the strength of the chosen demon beast, a certain fee had to be paid.

If the demon beast was killed, another fee had to be paid.

Such arenas were indeed very popular, and the Huang Family made its fortune from them.

More than three hundred years had passed, and although the Huang Family's ancestor had passed away, the beast-taming technique had been passed down, gradually making the Huang Family the fifth largest family in Flowing Cloud City.

To increase the popularity of the arena, the Huang Family held a Myriad Beast Gathering every year.

Due to the large number of people, only those who had been invited or had obtained tickets could participate in the Myriad Beast Gathering.

Soon, the next morning, Yang Lingtian went to the Myriad Beast Gathering venue.

He entered smoothly with his ticket.

He saw a surging crowd, a lively scene.

The roars of various demon beasts and the cheers of the audience rose and fell, forming an extremely lively picture.

Yang Lingtian strolled around and saw many demon beasts he had never seen before.

However, his goal was not to see the demon beasts, but to gamble and win Spirit Stones.

After all, he knew beast language and might be able to tell who would win before the demon beasts fought.

After some investigation, he learned that there were not only fights between demon beasts.

There were even fights between demon beasts and humans.

In addition to betting on beasts, the audience could also participate in the fights.

If they won, they would also receive generous rewards.

At this time, Yang Lingtian came to one of the arenas, where two first-tier demon beasts were preparing to fight.

One of them looked relatively thin, while the other was more robust.

Most people bet that the robust demon beast would win, but a few believed that the thin demon beast was more agile and could win with speed.

The odds on the field reached 1 to 10.

On the field, the two first-tier demon beasts were roaring at each other.

Yang Lingtian also understood the meaning of the conversation between the demon beasts.

Thin demon beast: "Later, we'll fight a little more intensely, and then you'll deliberately lose to me."

Robust demon beast: "I know, I know, the beast tamer already signaled me to lose. If I don't lose, I'll probably get beaten when I go back."

Understanding the conversation between the two demon beasts, Yang Lingtian frowned.

"Good heavens, there's a scam in this beast gambling. I guess the Huang Family is making a lot of money through this kind of scam!"

With only a few minutes left before the two demon beasts began to fight, Yang Lingtian quickly took out 90,000 Spirit Stones to bet on the thin demon beast to win.

The odds on the field suddenly changed from 1 to 10 to 1 to 1.

That is, the amount bet on the thin demon beast to win and the amount bet on the robust demon beast to win both became 100,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones.

If the thin demon beast won, he would not only get his original capital back, but also win 90,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Yang Lingtian's sudden bet really stunned everyone.

"Is that kid crazy? He actually dares to bet 90,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones on that thin demon beast to win."

"Yeah, he's either crazy or stupid. His 90,000 Spirit Stones are going down the drain."

"I don't know which family's prodigal son he is, daring to bet such a huge sum of 90,000 Spirit Stones right away."

"Hahaha, great, a fool is here to give us Spirit Stones."

The people who bet on the robust demon beast to win were very happy. Before, the odds for betting on the robust demon beast to win were too low.

If they won, they would only win one-tenth of the Spirit Stones. Now that the odds have become 1 to 1, they will win double the Spirit Stones. How could they not be happy!

The crowd looked at Yang Lingtian as if he were an alien.

His behavior was incomprehensible. He actually dared to bet 90,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones on a thin demon beast that seemed to have no chance of winning.

Those who dared to bet on the skinny demon beast winning were all making small bets; they were truly gambling.

If they lost, these Spirit Stones wouldn't be a big deal, but if they won, they could make a small profit.

It was just that the probability of winning was relatively small.

Yang Lingtian was too lazy to pay attention to the crowd's mockery.

At this moment, an old man walked over, frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you want to bet on that skinny demon beast?"

"Do you know that this demon beast's strength is far inferior to that of the sturdy demon beast? You are being too bold with this bet."

The old man attempted to persuade Yang Lingtian to take back his bet. Before the competition started, one could freely place and withdraw bets.

Yang Lingtian replied with a smile, "I'm sure. I believe that skinny demon beast will bring me a surprise."

The old man took a deep look at Yang Lingtian, shook his head, and left.

Yang Lingtian didn't care. What he didn't know was that this old man was actually from the Huang Family.

And this old man knew in advance that the skinny demon beast would win, so he bet five thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones on it winning.

According to the previous odds of 10 to 1, he could have won fifty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Now that Yang Lingtian had done this, he could only win five thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones.

"Those who don't listen to the elderly will suffer!" Someone sighed upon seeing this scene.

Yang Lingtian remained indifferent and instead looked forward to the start of the competition.

He knew that the beast tamers rigging the game would use some means in the backstage before the demon beasts entered the arena to make them understand whether they should lose or win.

Once they entered the arena, they could no longer give the demon beasts hints; the demon beasts could only act according to the previous instructions.

So he wasn't worried about any changes in the demon beasts during the competition.