Ling Tian had lived up to everyone's expectations and won his duel against Thunderclap Pavilion. After celebrating, everyone finally remembered the betting pools. Huangfu Qiye and the others hurried off to the various betting houses in high spirits. Even Tian Xin, usually as calm as still water, looked delighted. Ling Tian stared at them, dumbfounded—but when he learned his own odds, he was even more astonished.
"Uh, the odds are over one to a hundred? Good heavens, does that mean almost every cultivator in Chaos City thinks I'll lose?" Ling Tian murmured, then suddenly grew curious. "Min'er, how much did you all bet?"
"Grandma wouldn't give us any spirit stones, and Min'er and I don't have many of our own—only a few thousand units, I suppose." Yao Yu picked up the conversation, looking regretful. "If I'd known, I should've had Min'er act spoiled and plead with Grandma."
"Uh, a few thousand units?!" Ling Tian's jaw dropped. After a long moment, he murmured, "With odds of over a hundred to one, does that mean you're about to make a fortune?"
"Of course! It'll probably be enough for a proper dowry," Hu Yao teased. But when she saw Lin Er and Ye Ling walking away, envy filled her beautiful eyes. "Still, Lin Er might be the biggest winner this time. That kid's too clever."
"Lin Er, the biggest winner?" Ling Tian paused, then muttered to himself, "Big Brother Lu Yuan and Elder Ling, you elders have always spoiled Lin Er. He must have a lot of spirit stones, so it makes sense that he'd win more than you."
"Brother Ling Tian, it's not just a lot. I'm afraid Lingxiao Pavilion won't have to worry about spirit stones for thousands upon thousands of years," Zi Tiandu said with a faint smile. Seeing Ling