Compared with what he had learned, that mere ten thousand low-grade immortal crystals didn't seem so important. After all, he could earn more if he lost them, but improving his strength wasn't so easy.
As long as his strength improved, what was there to worry about when it came to earning immortal crystals? Chen Binyue suspected that the betting pool outside might have something to do with Lu Xiaotian, but he couldn't blame the other man. He had been the one to come challenge him. Lu Xiaotian hadn't held a knife to his throat and forced him over.
"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist Dongfang." Contrary to what most people might have expected, Chen Binyue wasn't seething with anger after his defeat. Instead, he was wholeheartedly convinced and looked at Lu Xiaotian with gratitude.
"How strange. He lost the fight and paid ten thousand low-grade immortal crystals, yet he's thanking the other guy. Could they have secretly made a deal?" Chen Binyue's behavior prompted some of the immortals watching below to mutter among themselves.
"Who knows?"
"Surely not. Chen Binyue, the Mysterious Wind Blade, is quite famous. How could he do something like that? Maybe he's thanking Saint Alchemist Dongfang for stopping at the last moment and not hurting him." Some people made this guess.
Apart from those speculating, a few True Immortals had noticed something was amiss. They suspected Chen Binyue had gained a great deal from the fight. Otherwise, even though Lu Xiaotian had won, Chen Binyue shouldn't have been so respectful toward him. The ten-thousand-low-grade-immortal-crystal entry fee to fight Lu Xiaotian was steep, but if one could make progress in a spell duel, the money was well spent.
A couple of powerful True Immortals were already tempted, but they didn't have that many immortal crystals on