Early the next morning, Xia Ping woke up in his hotel room. Sitting cross-legged on the white bed, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled.
After a night of meditation and cultivation, he felt the true qi inside him had grown a little stronger. His body was a little more powerful, and with every passing second, he grew stronger than before.
"My progress is still too slow."
Xia Ping clenched his fist. The Ninth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm was immensely powerful, with each heaven representing a major leap. To advance by one heaven, he had to open up a meridian point, allowing his body to contain more true qi and become stronger.
But opening up a meridian point was extremely difficult.
Without pills or the help of rare natural treasures, even a genius would need years to strengthen their true qi and open a meridian point, advancing by one heaven.
"This wager is my chance."
A glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. "If I win, I'll get four hundred million. With that money, I can buy all kinds of precious pills to aid my cultivation."
He knew that pills capable of aiding cultivation in the Martial Artist Realm were extremely precious and expensive. But however costly they were, four hundred million Federal Coins would be enough to let him spend freely for a while.
Whoosh!
With that thought, Xia Ping immediately got up and headed for the Black Moon Tower. It was almost time for the duel.
Word of Xia Ping and He Jun had spread like wildfire. Duels between martial artists at the Black Moon Tower happened every day, but a wager involving four hundred million was rare and counted as a major event.
"Have you heard? Some rookie who just arrived at the Black Moon Tower