Chapter 39

Just then, Lu Lingxuan of Spirit Sword Manor came over.

He wore sect robes of white with red sword patterns and held a bright red Spirit Sword. With his fine features, he stood out in the crowd.

He had come over for Ye Qingyao. The last time they met in the Illusory Forest, her graceful beauty had captivated him, and he had found himself following her as soon as he saw her again. But when the little girl in her arms pointed a tiny finger at Ye Qinghui's name, and Ye Qingyao and Ye Qingchuan placed bets of 1,000 and 30,000 Superior Spirit Stones on Ye Qinghui respectively, his curious gaze shifted to the baby.

The little girl was fair and rosy, her eyes round and wide. Her lashes fluttered like little butterflies, and the cinnabar mole between her brows made her whole face look lively and adorable.

As if possessed, he took 50,000 Superior Spirit Stones from his Heaven-and-Earth Ring. "I'm betting on Ye Qinghui too."

Kindhearted Ye Qingyao had thought it was a shame that nobody was betting on her eldest senior brother. He had lost the battle of morale before the match even began, so if her little junior sister wanted to bet on him, she would. But seeing someone beside her follow suit with so many Spirit Stones, she could not help offering a friendly warning. "Fellow cultivator, we're Ye Qinghui's junior sister and brother, so we bet on him. You don't have to follow our lead."

What a kindhearted heroine. No wonder so many supporting male characters liked her in the original book.

"It's fine, Junior Sister Ye. Spirit Sword Manor has money to spare. Ye Qinghui is only one of the people I've bet on." As he spoke, the lavish Lu Lingxuan took out another 100,000 Superior Spirit Stones. He put 50,000 on the championship favorite Shen Xingyan and the other 50,000 on himself.

After that move, Ye Zhenzhen's gaze grew noticeably warmer.

As expected of the young master of Spirit Sword Manor, the wealthiest in the Cultivation World. He really has a head for money. He bet on an underdog like Ye Qinghui for the high odds, but also on Shen Xingyan for his strong chance of winning. He knows how to balance risk and reward so he comes out ahead either way. I've learned a new trick today~

What should I do? I want to be friends with this rich man even more now.

She held out her chubby little hand and gave Lu Lingxuan a thumbs-up. He looked stunned at first, then quickly understood. Feeling as though he had found a kindred spirit, he smiled at the little girl.

Their eyes met, and they knew at a glance: they were both people who knew how to make money.

At the betting stalls, people wagered not only on the eventual Tournament Champion of the Immortal Sects Grand Tournament but also on the outcome of every match. Voices filled the air, and the place was bustling with excitement.

The first match pitted Nanfeng Jin, heir to the Nanfeng cultivation family, against the Rogue Cultivator Li Huaiyi. As the highly regarded young master of Nanfeng, Nanfeng Jin was famous throughout the Cultivation World for his light, exquisite Nanfeng Sword Technique. Li Huaiyi, meanwhile, was the tournament's dark horse. He had stumbled into the elimination rounds on luck alone.

Most people bet on Nanfeng Jin, believing the stronger fighter was the safer choice.

Ye Zhenzhen instead pointed her little hand at Li Huaiyi. Bet on him. Put everything you have left on him.

Ye Qingchuan rummaged through his Heaven-and-Earth Bag, then hesitantly bet the 2,000 Superior Spirit Stones left from selling grilled fish on Li Huaiyi. Seeing this, Lu Lingxuan also put 5,000 Superior Spirit Stones on him.

Once the duel began, Nanfeng Jin held the upper hand, assailing Li Huaiyi with one swift sword strike after another. Li Huaiyi seemed unable to hold out, and victory was nearly Nanfeng Jin's when a flock of Spirit Birds suddenly flew across his face, completely blocking his view. Li Huaiyi seized the opening and struck decisively, knocking Nanfeng Jin's sword to the ground.

It happened almost exactly as written in the original book.

Ye Zhenzhen could not help thinking, Luck is a kind of strength too.

And so Ye Qingchuan's 2,000 Superior Spirit Stones became 10,000, while Lu Lingxuan's 5,000 became 25,000. Both had multiplied their Spirit Stones fivefold.

"These Spirit Stones came way too easily." Ye Qingchuan's Auspicious Phoenix Eyes curved with his smile, making his bright expression all the more striking. "I don't even want to sell grilled fish tonight."

"Is this little girl some kind of fairy child? Her bet actually won." Lu Lingxuan could not resist reaching out to pinch her soft, peach-like cheek. This little girl was simply too lovable.

Over the next few matches, the two of them kept betting on Ye Zhenzhen's picks, multiplying their Spirit Stones more than tenfold.

Winning without lifting a finger felt wonderful. As they looked at the little girl, delicate as a carved jade doll, she only seemed cuter and more delightful the longer they watched her.

By the fifth match, it was Lu Lingxuan's turn to compete. Nervously, he watched to see whose name Ye Zhenzhen's little hand would point to. When she pointed at him without hesitation and had Ye Qingchuan bet 10,000 Superior Spirit Stones on him, he felt certain he would win. He put 20,000 Superior Spirit Stones on himself, then flew up onto the arena with a carefree air.

His momentum surged like a rainbow across the sky, as though the gods were helping him. He won the match effortlessly and advanced to the final eight.

After stepping down, he gazed at Ye Zhenzhen in Ye Qingyao's arms with shining eyes. He could not resist taking her for a cuddle. She was so light and soft that he did not want to let go.

The little girl stared without blinking at the 100,000 Superior Spirit Stones he had just won and even reached out to paw at them. He understood at once and gave her 50,000. "Little Zhenzhen, Senior Brother Lu will share these Spirit Stones with you. You have to make sure I win my next match too."

Of course, of course. Faced with so many Spirit Stones, Ye Zhenzhen babbled happily and accepted them without further protest. She had Ye Qingchuan hold them for her for now; she would need them for the next bets.

Lu Lingxuan is pretty perceptive. I helped him make money, and he knew to give me a share. Ye Zhenzhen smiled smugly, with a hint of childish pride. Since he's a decent person, I can keep carrying him to victory.

Their eldest senior brother had not even competed yet, and they had already turned 2,000 Superior Spirit Stones into more than 100,000. Even getting something for nothing did not feel this good.

At last, it was Ye Qinghui's turn.

His opponent was Lei Jiajia, a disciple of Heavenly Thunder Pavilion, another of the five great sects. She was the pavilion's most outstanding disciple in decades. With her supreme-grade Thunder Spiritual Root and her uncanny mastery over lightning, she was also one of the favorites to win the tournament.

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