It's Simple, I'm Broke
The group followed Niu Gao to the restaurant, and after taking their seats as hosts and guests, they began to eat at Niu Gao's invitation.
Unlike the Breaking Clan, the Defense Clan's meals consist almost entirely of meat, with vegetables being practically nonexistent.
However, given their robust physiques, it's understandable.
After Jun Xuehan finished the banquet, Niu Gao instructed his son, Niu Ben, to arrange a room for Jun Xuehan within the Defense Clan.
Meanwhile, Niu Gao was constantly drinking with Yang Wudi, and it seemed that the two would not be able to determine a winner in a short period of time.
Not long after Jun Xuehan left, Yang Wushuang greeted the two of them and then left, heading in the direction Jun Xuehan had gone.
In the room, Jun Xuehan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and preparing to Meditative Cultivation, looked at the door after hearing the knock and slowly said, "Come in."
As Jun Xuehan finished speaking, the door to the room was pushed open, and Yang Wushuang walked in from outside.
Yang Wushuang glanced around and, after confirming that no one was outside the room, closed the door and went straight to Jun Xuehan.
"Young Master, when we left, the Young Master instructed me to ensure your safety. If Niu Gao and I return to Heaven Dou City first, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to the Young Master." Yang Wushuang lowered his voice as he spoke.
In the Defense Clan, if they were to slip up because of this incident, all their previous efforts would be in vain.
"What do you need to explain? I'm the one who told you to go back, so just tell the truth. Besides, I'm not alone; I'll bring Senior Yang Wudi with me." Jun Xuehan looked at Yang Wushuang in front of her, her voice calm.
"Young master, could you tell me where you are going so I can give the young master an explanation?" Yang Wudi asked softly.
"Soto Great Soul Arena." Jun Xuehan said calmly, then waved to Yang Wushuang, indicating that he could leave.
"Young master, I shall take my leave now." Yang Wushuang bowed and turned to leave.
After Yang Wushuang left, Jun Xuehan closed her eyes and entered a Meditative Cultivation state.
The next day, at dawn, Jun Xuehan took Yang Wudi away from the Defense Clan and rode in a carriage towards Suotuo City.
Yang Wushuang stayed with the Defense Clan. After Niu Gao was safe and sound, the two of them went to Heaven Dou City to look for suitable matters to build the Wind Snow Pavilion.
Inside the carriage, Yang Wudi asked with some confusion, "Sect Master, shouldn't our main task be building the Wind Snow Pavilion? And the Wind Snow Pavilion is located in Heaven Dou City, so what are we going to Suotuo City for?"
Jun Xuehan looked at the street outside and slowly said, "It's simple. Since I don't have any money, we'll go to the Soul Arena in Suotuo City and get some Gold Soul Coin."
Yang Wudi was taken aback. Looking at Jun Xuehan's appearance and clothes, she didn't seem to be poor at all. How could she be poor? "Sect Master, I can understand that you are poor, but what does getting money have to do with the Soto Great Soul Arena?" Yang Wudi asked.
"What's the fastest way to make money?" Jun Xuehan countered.
Yang Wudi touched his chin, seemingly deep in thought, but quickly looked up and said, "Sect Master, although the Soul Arena is incredibly wealthy, it is composed of many families or sects. If we try to rob it, we'll likely be hunted down by the forces behind the Great Soul Arena."
"Master, I think we can try a different approach. Even if you are really short of money, there is no need to rob the Soul Arena."
Yang Wudi said very seriously that the forces behind the Soul Arena are complex and intertwined. If someone were to rob the Soul Arena, they would undoubtedly be hunted down by those forces.
"If I'm going to rob someone, I'd just rob the treasuries of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire Two Great Empires. Why bother robbing the Soul Arena?" Jun Xuehan looked at Yang Wudi speechlessly, then said softly, "Every match in the Soul Arena has betting options. We can just participate in the betting."
Yang Wudi nodded slightly and said, "Sect Master, how can you be sure which side will win? Isn't that entirely based on luck?"
Jun Xuehan put her hands behind her head, leaned against the carriage, and said calmly, "It's simple. I'll go to the competition, and you place your bets."
Yang Wudi thought about it and felt that this method was completely feasible. With Jun Xuehan's strength, if they were to compete, they would have no chance of losing to anyone of the same level. In other words, they would be guaranteed to make a profit in the Soul Arena.
One month later, Suotuo City.
Jun Xuehan and Yang Wudi stepped out of the carriage.
Yang Wudi glanced at the sky and said, "Sect Master, it's getting late. Why don't we find a place to eat first, and then head to the Soto Great Soul Arena?"
Jun Xuehan looked at the setting sun, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, let's find a place to eat first."
The two looked around and walked straight toward a restaurant that looked decent.
At this time, there weren't many people in the restaurant. Jun Xuehan and Yang Wudi entered the restaurant, casually found a place, ordered a few dishes, and then waited quietly.
As the two entered the restaurant, a gaze lingered on Jun Xuehan for Jiujiu.
When Jun Xuehan noticed someone watching her, she turned her head to look in the direction they were looking at. Their eyes met, and two pairs of calm eyes locked.
Jun Xuehan chuckled lightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes, and immediately withdrew her gaze, completely ignoring it.
"Third Brother, what are you looking at? The Dean only treats us once in a long time, don't waste such a good opportunity." After noticing Tang San's unusual behavior, Ma Hongjun said this and followed Tang San's gaze.
"Holy crap, Boss Dai, I thought you were already pretty much a bitch-faced, but now I've discovered someone even more bitch-faced than you." Ma Hongjun's surprised voice echoed around the dining table.
"You fatso, who are you calling a bitch?" Three black lines appeared on Dai Mubai's forehead, and he clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.
"Boss Dai, take a look for yourself." Ma Hongjun pointed in Jun Xuehan's direction, indicating that Dai Mubai see for himself.
Dai Mubai looked in the direction Ma Hongjun was pointing, his eyes narrowing slightly, and said, "Fatty, you're right, but I'm not some bitch. I'm handsome, the kind of handsome you can't envy."