Precision

On the Thousand Mechanism Grounds, quite a few Inner Sect disciples looked at Lu Zhen with amused expressions.

They were merely waiting for him to fly into a rage from humiliation, or admit defeat with his tail between his legs.

After all, so many newly inducted disciples had already lost. Even Little Thunder God had lost. Did Lu Zhen still dare accept this match?

"A wager?"

Lu Zhen suddenly smiled. Shaking his head, he said calmly, "Senior Brother Zhao, I won't play if your wager is too small."

"Too small?" Zhao Li froze for a moment, then sneered. "Junior Brother Lu has quite the mouth! Fine, since you think it's too small, let's make it big. Five hundred points. Do you dare accept?"

Five hundred points!

A chorus of sharp intakes of breath immediately sounded around them.

New disciples only received a hundred basic points a month. Five hundred points—wouldn't that take until the year of the monkey to save up?

Zhao Li was certain that Lu Zhen could not possibly produce that much.

"Five hundred points?"

Lu Zhen said mockingly, "Senior Brother Zhao, are you trying to fob off a beggar? If we're playing, let's play for real."

"I'm staking ten thousand Spirit Crystals," Lu Zhen said calmly.

Whoosh—

Quite a few people were frightened by that number.

"Ten thousand Spirit Crystals!"

"My heavens, that's equivalent to a thousand points! Has this kid gone mad?"

"Where did he get so many Spirit Crystals? Could they really be the hardship pay Yu Sanniang gave him?"

Ten thousand Spirit Crystals was no small fortune even for an Inner Sect disciple.

Zhao Li's expression stiffened. Ten thousand Spirit Crystals?

He subconsciously turned his head toward Qi Xuan on the elevated platform.

Qi Xuan's face was as dark as still water, but he