"Ah, my three hundred low-grade immortal stones... three hundred..."
"What's that compared to mine? I bet a full three thousand—that was all my savings! And now it's all gone, all gone!"
Unlike this side, the other side erupted in pig-slaughter screams. Ye Lin silently observed a moment of mourning for them. This time, quite a few cultivators were going bankrupt because of it.
Like them, many people below were unconvinced as well, already shouting about some inside scheme.
But the organizers paid them no heed. Their arenas were absolutely fair: cultivation was limited to within a single major realm, and no one was allowed to bring anything onto the stage.
Thus, victory depended entirely on strength. There was no such thing as an inside scheme.
"Who are you betting on this time? I guarantee I'll follow your bet."
At this moment, Liu Yun stared brightly at Ye Lin, her eyes alight with eager anticipation. Clearly, this one match had already won her over completely; she was determined to follow Ye Lin and make a fortune.
"This is enough."
Ye Lin merely smiled faintly. This was indeed enough to last him for a while.
One should act as one pleased. Being shackled by wealth was no good either.
"I heard there's another grand spectacle coming up. I wonder what kind of spectacle it is?"
Ye Lin stretched out his hand, and Zhuge Yunyu immediately understood. She rose and went to a table in the distance, bringing Ye Lin a wine flask along with three cups.
After pouring him a cup of wine, Ye Lin picked it up and looked at Liu Yun.
"There is indeed one. It's a battle between two Heavenly Immortals. By the time, it should be starting soon, but the destination isn't here—it's on the very top floor