"Deputy Sect Master, everyone followed your advice and placed their bets this time, but now they've lost everything."
"Are you going to give everyone an explanation for this?"
Yu Luomian had barely left the main hall
when a crowd of disciples immediately surrounded him.
The moment Yu Luomian heard that, he flew into a rage.
"Get out of my sight!"
Yu Luomian swept his hand.
A torrent of violent lightning surged wildly in every direction.
"You lost, so now you're demanding an explanation from me."
"If you'd won, would you have shared some of your profits with me?"
"Whether you win or lose is a personal choice."
"If you can't afford to lose, then don't get involved in this sort of thing."
"You want the benefits without taking any risks. Where in the world do you find a deal that good?"
"Cowards who can't even accept a loss don't deserve to be members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Yu Luomian reprimanded them without mercy.
His mood had already been foul.
Now this bunch had come along to rub salt in the wound.
Naturally, Yu Luomian vented all the anger he'd been bottling up on them.
In an instant...
All the Soul Masters demanding an explanation fell silent.
None of them dared to provoke Yu Luomian any further.
Normally, they wouldn't have dared to challenge the authority of the sect's upper ranks.
If they hadn't lost so badly this time,
they would never have banded together to corner an elder.
As everyone knew, gamblers were capable of anything.
"Get out!"
Yu Luomian struck out with a dragon claw.
The crowd immediately scattered, and no one dared demand an explanation again.
They had no doubt that if they kept provoking Yu Luomian, the deputy sect master would kill someone to make an example of them.
This incident brought the turmoil in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to an end.
But Yu Luomian had left a bad impression on many people.
Even if Yu Luomian's words made perfect sense,
a loss was still a loss...
They had suffered such heavy losses. How could a few casual words from Yu Luomian simply brush it all aside?
Clear Sky Sect!
Tang Xiao and the Five Great Elders wore faces as long as their sleeves.
Although the Clear Sky Sect hadn't seen its disciples place bets on a massive scale like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan,
it had still lost a Soul Bone.
They'd originally hoped to build up the sect's reserves.
But now, they'd become sinners in the eyes of the sect.
They'd thrown away a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.
"I misjudged the situation."
Tang Xiao sighed and took responsibility for the mistake.
He hadn't expected Qian Xunji to win in the end.
At first, he hadn't taken Qian Xunji seriously at all.
Tang Hao had only just become a Titled Douluo, and he'd already beaten Qian Xunji so badly that he'd died of his injuries.
Who could have expected Qian Xunji to use the power of a divine artifact in the arena and crush Zhongli Wu outright?
That was an unbelievably underhanded move.
"I'll do everything I can to make up for the sect's loss."
"If I ever hunt down a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, I'll hand it over to the sect as compensation."
Tang Xiao showed the sense of responsibility befitting a sect master.
He had no bloodline to pass on anyway.
Even if he took responsibility for the loss himself, Tang Xiao didn't mind.
Everything was for the sect.
Tang Xiao didn't care about nitpicking over every little thing.
As long as it benefited the sect, what did it matter if he took a little loss?
"Mm!"
"Sect Master, don't blame yourself too much!"
"Everyone agreed on the bet together."
"It wasn't your fault alone."
Seeing Tang Xiao take responsibility for the loss, the Second Elder offered words of comfort.
The loss of a single Soul Bone wasn't the Clear Sky Sect's greatest problem.
What they needed to worry about most now was Spirit Hall.
First, Qian Daoliu had become a god, and now Qian Xunji had come back to life.
Spirit Hall's strength had grown so great that no one could stand against it.
Even if the missing Tang Chen returned, he probably couldn't contend with Spirit Hall as it was now.
Tang Chen was strong, but he wasn't stronger than a deity.
Besides, when Qian Daoliu had fought Tang Chen, he'd lost by only a hair.
Tang Chen was no match for Qian Daoliu as he was now.
What path should the Clear Sky Sect take from here?
That was what they needed to think about most.
"Have we received any news about Tang San?"
"If the Clear Sky Sect wants to break out of this predicament and keep Spirit Hall from suppressing us, our only option is to join forces with Tang San."
"History records Tang San as the chosen one destined to destroy Spirit Hall."
"He is crucial to the Clear Sky Sect."
The Second Elder spoke with a solemnity he'd never shown before.
He'd seen the Clear Sky Sect at the height of its glory.
He couldn't accept that the world's greatest sect had fallen to this state.
And the Second Elder knew that Spirit Hall was ambitious.
One day, sooner or later, they'd come after the Clear Sky Sect to unify the continent.
At the mention of Tang San, Tang Xiao shook his head helplessly.
The Clear Sky Sect had mobilized every connection at its disposal.
But even now, they had no idea who Tang San was.
To complete the task the Clear Sky Sect had given her,
Tang Yuehua had even called in every favor she could, trying to gather information.
Yet so far, they hadn't heard a word.
"Alas..."
"I hope we can contact Tang San before Spirit Hall makes a move against the Clear Sky Sect."
The Second Elder had no idea that the Tang San they pinned their hopes on was Tang Hao's son.
He also didn't know that Tang San was currently facing a difficult predicament.
"No!"
"How could this happen!"
"I calculated everything perfectly!"
"How could Qian Xunji win!"
"I can't accept this... I can't accept this..."
Tang San could only watch helplessly as Yu Xiaogang wailed.
To defy fate and change his lot, Yu Xiaogang had bet all his Soul Power—every last bit of his twenty-nine levels.
Now that he'd lost, Yu Xiaogang had instantly become a cripple with zero Soul Power.
He simply couldn't accept it.
Even a child who'd just awakened their martial soul was stronger than Yu Xiaogang now.
"Gangzi, you were just too greedy!"
"Twenty-nine levels of Soul Power weren't enough for you? You still had to gamble."
"Look at you now—you're right back where you started!"
Tang San silently grumbled to himself.
He'd had a bad feeling from the start.
He'd thought there was something wrong with betting on Zhongli Wu.
If Yu Xiaogang hadn't kept prattling on, Tang San wouldn't even have bet a single level of Soul Power.
Back then, Yu Xiaogang had called him shortsighted.
At least Tang San hadn't believed every last word Yu Xiaogang said.
Otherwise, he'd be bawling his eyes out right alongside him now.
"Teacher, don't be sad."
"Misjudging things once doesn't matter."
"With your wisdom, you can surely make up for it next time."
Tang San offered comfort against his conscience.
As his mind gradually matured, Tang San had already figured out just how much Yu Xiaogang was worth.
If he hadn't been so young back then, he wouldn't have been fooled by a few words from Yu Xiaogang.
Tang San would never have taken Yu Xiaogang as his teacher.
"Little San, you're right."
"I still have a chance to turn things around."
Yu Xiaogang rallied himself.
A mere twenty-nine levels of Soul Power were nothing.
With his talent, he could just cultivate hard for a few more decades and become a Soul Grandmaster again.
Besides, if he won the next bet, the loss this time wouldn't matter.
Yu Xiaogang had already made up his mind: next time, he'd bet Luo Sanpao.