If He Loses, I'll Put My Little Brother in This Bag of Chili Powder!

How did you figure that out, friend?

Upon hearing this, the fortune teller retorted, "Jin Fenglai's cultivation and Saber Technique are clearly inferior to the sect leader of the Eight Trigrams Blade Sect, aren't they?"

"Um..."

Bai Qiuran stroked his chin and replied, "First of all, judging from his appearance, Young Hero Jin is much more handsome than that sinister-looking old man. He looks like the one who should win."

"My friend, in Jianghu arts contest, you can't win just because you're handsome."

The good-natured fat man laughed heartily, "Otherwise, in this chaotic world, wouldn't the Palace Master of the Fragrant Splendor Palace rule the entire world?"

"Well... actually, she chickened out at the time. If she had acted recklessly, she really might have become the Empress Dowager, the mother of the nation."

Bai Qiuran said solemnly.

"Dude, that's not a funny joke."

The kind-looking fat man's smile vanished upon hearing this.

"Everyone knows that when the Palace Mistress of the Fragrant Splendor Palace and her husband surrendered, she was already pregnant. Sending her to fight is simply a joke."

"That's hard to say; after all, some people in this world have such extraordinary luck."

Bai Qiuran was right; there are indeed some historical figures whose experiences were quite bizarre.

For example, Liu Xiu of the Eastern Han. Leaving aside his legendary experience when he rose to power, let's just talk about his battle against Wang Mang.

At that time, in terms of troop strength, Liu Xiu's side could barely muster 20,000 Green Forest Army, while Wang Mang's side had 420,000 well-equipped regular troops, and even kept tigers, leopards and other ferocious beasts in the army as beast troops.

At that time, Wang Mang's army had completely surrounded Kunyang, and eight or nine thousand people were trapped inside the Kunyang. Liu Xiu later broke through the encirclement with thirteen horsemen and gathered another three or four thousand troops outside the encirclement of Wang Mang's army.

Moreover, these troops were all greedy and treacherous people who, after robbing some valuables, were planning to slip away and escape.

Given the circumstances at the time, Wang Mang could have won the Battle of Kunyang even if he had simply let go of the keyboard and allowed his army to attack automatically.

Then, for some unknown reason, first, "A meteor fell into the camp at night, and in the morning, a cloud like a collapsing mountain fell directly into the Wang Mang, but did not reach the ground before dispersing, causing the Wang Mang and soldiers to be disheartened and subdued."

Then, Liu Xiu, who usually appeared timid and cowardly, first displayed an overwhelming aura of dominance, intimidating a group of petty people who wanted to desert. Then, he personally donned armor and led them into battle, defeating Wang Mang's army of over a thousand men, and personally killing dozens of enemies.

When his soldiers saw this, they thought, "Damn, General Liu, who usually runs away at the sight of a small force, is so fierce today!" As if they had taken the wrong medicine, their morale soared, and they followed Liu Xiu to attack Wang Mang's army. They charged all the way into the camp of the 420,000-strong army opposite them and reached the walls of Kunyang.

When Liu Xiu saw the three thousand men he brought, his eight or nine thousand comrades trapped in Kunyang City had no intention of coming out at all... But Liu Xiu was completely unaware of this, and led his three thousand soldiers, each one fighting like ten, to charge towards the besieging army.

At that time, Wang Mang two generals, one named Wang Xun and the other named Wang Yi. When Wang Xun saw Liu Xiu leading three thousand men to attack him, he laughed and thought that Liu Xiu was just a piece of trash who was about to be killed.

Fearing that his army was too large and would cause chaos, Wang Xun gave orders in advance that no one should move without permission, while he himself led a small force to engage in battle.

Then, Wang Xun was swiftly beheaded by Liu Xiu, who seemed to have taken some kind of drug today. Upon seeing this, the city's garrison also rushed out of the city to join Liu Xiu in collecting heads. Meanwhile, the soldiers in the camp who had Wang Xun simply watched helplessly.

Seeing such ferocity, Wang Yi felt he couldn't handle it, so he led his elite beast army to attack. But at that moment, "A great thunderstorm struck, roof tiles flew off, rain poured down, the Zhi River overflowed, and tigers and leopards trembled." It was as if someone had thrown a weather weapon at the sky; a violent storm, rain, thunder, and lightning arrived at the same time, falling only directly overhead on Wang Mang's army. The rain poured down like columns of water, and the rivers quickly flooded. The wild beasts tamed by Wang Mang's army were thrown into chaos, and countless people died in the confusion.

Wang Mang's army of 420,000 was thus routed, scrambling to cross the swollen river. More than 10,000 people drowned in the process, their bodies even blocking the river.

With a mere 20,000 Green Forest Army (rounded down), Liu Xiu defeated Wang Mang's 420,000 elite troops. This fantastical situation can only be described as divine intervention.

Bai Qiuran believed in fate, but the two Martial Artists in front of him might not. The honest-looking fat man laughed and said, "I didn't expect my friend to believe in these superstitious things, just like this fortune teller. But I don't believe in these things. How about this, friend, since you think Jin Fenglai can win, and I think the leader of the Eight Trigrams Blade Sect can win, why don't we set up a betting pool and place a bet?"

I don't gamble.

Bai Qiuran replied, "Gambling and drugs are two things you must never touch; they will only make you sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate yourself."

"Sigh, excessive gambling is harmful to health, but moderate gambling is just for fun."

The kind-looking fat man pulled a huge, shiny gold ingot from his pocket.

"Look, if you win, this gold ingot is yours. In Tu Province, it can buy any shop you fancy."

What's the point of gambling?

Bai Qiuran glanced at it and immediately felt bored.

"I regard money as dirt. Not to mention I don't gamble, even if I did gamble, I wouldn't find gambling exciting at all."

"If not gambling, then what do you suggest we gamble on?"

The good-natured fat man smacked his lips and pulled another bag out of his pocket.

"Here you go, look, this is a bag of the spiciest chili powder available in Tu Province."

The fat man's face turned serious.

"If the leader of the Eight Trigrams Blade Sect loses, I... I'll put my own manhood into this chili powder, how about that?"

"This is good."

Bai Qiuran, then her eyes lit up and she said, "This is incredibly exciting!"

"Of course, we're betting against each other."

The kind-looking fat man put away the bag and said seriously, "If Jin Fenglai of the Golden Wing Blade Sect loses, you'll have to do the same thing, my friend."

"No!"

A clear and melodious girl's voice suddenly rang out behind Bai Qiuran. However, with so many people around, the girl was rather short and was obscured by Bai Qiuran, so the fat man and the fortune teller couldn't see who had spoken.

But Bai Qiuran had already turned her head away and was talking to that person. From time to time, faint conversations could be heard, such as "I don't eat chili peppers, neither top nor bottom," and "This is an opportunity"... and so on.

After a moment, Bai Qiuran seemed to have convinced the girl behind him. The White Hair man turned around and smiled gently at the fat man, "Alright, friend, let's do as you say and make a bet."