Why Were There Memories Again? Yu Xiaogang's Bold Bet

The clamor of the Great Soul Arena would not end here, but none of the matches that followed would match the spectacle Shen Yifeng and Gu Yuena had delivered.

The two stepped down from the arena and headed to the rest area.

"Two glasses of Cold Blue Ice Dew."

Gu Yuena lightly pointed her slender jade finger at the drink menu.

"Please wait a moment, miss. They'll be ready shortly."

A bartender in a clean uniform nodded with a smile.

The bartender began preparing the Cold Blue Ice Dew.

"That's alcohol," Shen Yifeng reminded her.

"I know. We're not at the academy, and we just won. It would be improper not to have a drink."

Gu Yuena's voice was crisp as her purple eyes narrowed slightly.

How could she not drink alcohol? She had wanted to try it ever since Nuoding City.

Now that she had the chance, she might as well give it a taste.

Meanwhile, across from them, the four ferocious beasts were also seated together, having ordered the same drink as their lord.

They mainly wanted to taste the wine their lord had ordered before choosing drinks they liked for themselves.

Seeing that the bartender was still preparing the drinks, Di Tian turned to Bi Ji and asked calmly,

"Bi Ji, did you find the address for the medical clinic?"

After coming to the human world, Bi Ji had followed her own heart in what she did. There was no fighting or hard labor; she spent all her time doing things she enjoyed.

"I found it. It's located in the city center. The owner of that shop happened to want to sell it, so I bought it."

Bi Ji spoke calmly.

Taking over that shop had nearly drained her savings, but the location was indeed excellent.

"Not bad. I'm relieved when Bi Ji handles things."

Di Tian nodded in praise.

As the four waited, Zi Ji stretched her slender waist, lay across the table, and yawned.

"While I was wandering around a nearby Casino, I heard some news. Three years from now, Heaven Dou City will hold a healing competition. Any healing-type Soul Master can participate.

"Bi Ji, you can give it a try then. Taking first place would also advertise your medical clinic. By then, the madam and our lord will have graduated as well."

A healing competition was a contest between healing Martial Souls.

No matter how skilled those people were at healing, they could not possibly surpass Bi Ji.

"A healing competition... I'll find an opportunity to ask the madam about it later. I don't know much about human Martial Souls."

Thinking of the madam, Bi Ji actually wanted to have a chat with her.

"Easy. I can ask around for you."

Zi Ji smiled.

"You should forget it, Zi Ji. Since Bi Ji wants to talk to the madam, let her go. Why are you joining in?"

Xiong Jun crossed his arms and snorted.

"You're really annoying, Xiong Jun."

Zi Ji gave a soft huff and could not be bothered with him.

On the other side, two finished glasses of Cold Blue Ice Dew were brought over.

The clear blue liquid swayed in transparent glasses. Droplets of water clung to the glass walls, giving off a faint chill.

Gu Yuena stared at her glass for a long time, feeling that its color was remarkably similar to the lake water deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

She secretly raised her eyes toward Shen Yifeng.

Shen Yifeng picked up his glass, his fingertips touching its icy surface, and took a small sip.

The chilled liquid slid down his throat, carrying a faint fruity fragrance and a slight intoxicating warmth.

Gu Yuena stared at Shen Yifeng's lips, then touched her own.

Some images surged into her mind beyond her control.

Once, while drinking, her wife had carried a cup over to her, taken her arm on her own initiative, and shared a cross-cupped drink with her.

Then, she had leaned closer, and a kiss carrying the scent of alcohol had landed on her lips.

She wanted to experience that feeling too.

But her wife would not take the initiative, so there was nothing she could do.

How infuriating.

"Gulp~"

Gu Yuena raised her glass to her lips and took a huge swallow.

She wanted the alcohol to numb her. This should have been the time for them to show affection.

Why was Yifeng being so cold?

"Gu Yuena, drink less. This stuff has quite a kick afterward."

Shen Yifeng glanced over. Her glass was already nearly empty.

This was alcohol, not a beverage. Why take such a huge gulp?

Had she run into something upsetting again?

"This wine barely has any taste. You think I'm afraid of getting drunk? Yifeng, don't underestimate me."

Gu Yuena downed the rest of the drink in one go and let out a small burp.

Why did she have to remember those good memories again?

There was still a chance. Returning to the residence tonight would be the perfect opportunity.

Mm, at the very least, she had to hold her wife properly while sleeping and soothe her wounded little heart.

As the two drank, two familiar figures appeared beside them.

"Two glasses of Cloud Drunk."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was neither loud nor soft, yet Shen Yifeng and Tang San both caught it precisely.

Shen Yifeng looked to his right and, sure enough, saw Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

What a coincidence.

Why did these two look so happy?

"Shen Yifeng, you didn't go back?"

Tang San smiled when he saw Shen Yifeng.

"Tang San, why are you so happy?" Shen Yifeng asked.

"We just won at the betting booth. Teacher and I bet on you to win, and we turned forty Gold Soul Coins into four hundred Gold Soul Coins."

Tang San was extremely excited. Even the way he looked at Shen Yifeng had changed.

Shen Yifeng: ???

Yu Xiaogang had earned back the money he lost?

"Shen Yifeng, this master will wager these four hundred Gold Soul Coins against you. Do you still dare to bet?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes burned as he raised an eyebrow and asked with great confidence.

He was here to give him money!

"What does Master want to bet on this time?"

Shen Yifeng loved betting with Yu Xiaogang. With the Silver Dragon King involved, Yu Xiaogang was bound to lose. Any Dragon-type Martial Soul could never lose.

"Let's bet on a match. On graduation day three years from now, we'll return to the Soul Fighting Arena, and you can face Tang San in person. How about it?"

Shen Yifeng smiled. "Master, I'm only an Auxiliary System Soul Master."

A one-on-one match with him was somewhat different from what he had expected, but it would not stop him from winning.

Yu Xiaogang curled his lips into a smile. "You're an Auxiliary System Soul Master, but your abilities are not weak. Do you dare to bet? Four hundred Gold Soul Coins is no small sum."

Four hundred Gold Soul Coins was an enormous fortune. If Shen Yifeng refused, that would be far too cowardly.

"I accept."

Shen Yifeng did not hesitate.

Why refuse money delivered right to his door?

He had barely finished earning money, and now someone had come to give him more. Wasn't this a lucky money-bringer?

He would not stand on ceremony.

Yu Xiaogang wanted a match at the Soul Fighting Arena for no reason other than to let Tang San use his hidden weapons to their fullest.

It was just that... the toughness of his Rainbow Body was astonishing.

"Straightforward."

"If you lose, then you and Gu Yuena must both go to Shrek Academy. If you win, the money will be yours."

Yu Xiaogang laid out the terms in full.

Three years from now, he would see whether Tang San could not kill him with hidden weapons.

The terror of hidden weapons lay in never knowing when they would strike.

"No problem."

The two reached an agreement, setting their match for the Soul Fighting Arena three years later.

Both sides felt they had gotten the better deal.

Gu Yuena could not help feeling that Yu Xiaogang had something wrong with his brain.

He won money and did not spend it, instead saving it for her wife to spend. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He really was such a wonderful person.

After Shen Yifeng and Gu Yuena finished their drinks, they set off back to the residence.

Di Tian and the other three did not follow them, instead immersing themselves in the wine.

"Cheers, cheers! Let's celebrate the first time the four of us have had a drink."

Xiong Jun's face was flushed red as he raised his glass and shouted. Even his speech had become somewhat slurred.