A single remark from Madam Jiang sent an uproar through the gathering.
Seeing this, Bai Shuangshuang also slowly stepped forward.
"Heavenly Demon Bai Yu, five hundred spirit veins!"
The two women were already peerless beauties, and with such enormous wagers added to the mix, countless gazes instantly converged on them. Then, amused expressions appeared on countless faces.
Sure enough, they were Bai Yu's women. Were they doing this to salvage the retired emperor's dignity?
Madam Jiang and Bai Shuangshuang paid no attention to those gazes. They knew perfectly well that, with Bai Yu's methods, entering a competition among Unity Realm cultivators was no different from a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
These people never stopped to think: if he had no tricks up his sleeve, why would those powerhouses yield to Bai Yu time and time again?
Even setting everything else aside, there was his title as an eighth-grade Great Apothecary. Even if he had no powerful methods to employ on the divine mountain, he only needed to produce an eighth-grade great medicine, and the people willing to serve him would probably be enough to form an entire regiment.
It was simply that Bai Yu usually concealed himself too well. Amid this feverish atmosphere, certain details had been swept aside by emotion and overlooked.
Chu Shouling, seated in the place of honor, also looked over curiously.
"Is that Heavenly Demon Bai Yu?"
"Junior Sister Meng's man? The one even the Dragon Tiger God Suppression Sect's grandmaster stood up for?"
"He doesn't look all that remarkable, does he?"
Chu Shouling spoke curiously, studying Bai Yu with an inquisitive gaze. She was a battle formation master herself and thus exceptionally sensitive to certain auras. Bai Yu seemed to have an extraordinary army with him.
"Heh, reputations are sometimes nothing but hot