A God King's Wager-Counterfeit

Qian Renxue's gaze fell on the Blue Silver Grass vines winding around Gu Ping'an.

Their leaves were silvery white, with several varieties giving off a soft, shimmering glow.

In every other respect, they were identical to Blue Silver Grass.

Mutated Blue Silver Grass.

Three rings?

Then she looked at the disguised yellow, yellow, and purple Soul Rings surrounding him.

Six years old?

No!

Seven, or eight at most!

A three-ring Soul Elder under nine.

His talent was every bit as good as hers.

Towering waves surged through Qian Renxue's heart.

"How old are you? What level are you?" Gu Ping'an looked at Qian Renxue and asked directly.

"Me?" Qian Renxue gave a confident smile. Three pairs of pure white wings spread behind her, and five Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—rose from beneath her feet.

"Little brother, I'm seventeen, and I'm already a Soul King!"

"What a waste!" Gu Ping'an showed no mercy.

With level twenty Innate Soul Power and Spirit Hall backing her, she couldn't even match Tang San.

Her Soul Rings were still of ordinary ages.

A complete and utter waste.

She spent all day playing house with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

"You..."

Furious, Qian Renxue pointed at Gu Ping'an, disbelief written all over her face.

She was the young master of Spirit Hall, born with level twenty Innate Soul Power.

Everyone who knew her circumstances praised her as a genius.

Yet he had actually called her a waste.

Don't get angry! Don't get angry! He's a genius! Qian Renxue kept soothing herself inwardly.

Then Gu Ping'an cast her a disdainful glance and continued:

"Just look at you. You're so old, yet you're only a measly Soul King.

By the time I'm your age, I might already be a Titled Douluo."

"You... you..."

Qian Renxue pointed at Gu Ping'an, her chest heaving with anger.

"What an arrogant brat!" In the shadows, two figures exchanged remarks.

If even Qian Renxue counted as a waste, what did that make them?

Wastes among wastes?

"Brat, didn't your elders ever teach you to mind your manners when you're out in the world?"

Qian Renxue could no longer bear it. A golden Angel's Sword appeared in her hand.

She intended to teach this outrageously arrogant brat a proper lesson.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Qian Renxue was about to attack, Gu Ping'an hurriedly called for her to stop.

"What? Scared now, brat? Call me big sister if you're scared, and I'll let you off." Qian Renxue stared smugly at Gu Ping'an.

"Don't you pride yourself on your extraordinary talent? How about a wager?"

Tang San—a God King's wager!

There was no reason he, Gu Ping'an, couldn't borrow it.

"Tell me what you want to wager."

Qian Renxue lifted the Angel's Sword slightly, waiting for Gu Ping'an to continue.

A genius's wager interested her somewhat.

"Suppress your power to three rings and fight me fairly.

If you lose, give me one of the guards you brought along this time. Have him swear by both his Martial Soul and the Angel God that he'll obey only my orders from then on."

As he spoke, Gu Ping'an glanced toward a thicket nearby.

"He noticed us?" The two men hiding behind the thicket were shaken.

How could a mere three-ring Soul Master possibly detect them?

Could he simply have happened to glance in their direction?

"No!" Qian Renxue refused without a second thought.

She had brought only two guards on this trip, She Long and Ci Xue. Both were Titled Douluos, and losing either would be far too great a loss.

She paid little attention to his mention of the Angel God. The Angel Martial Soul was far too famous among Soul Masters.

"What? Do you think you'll lose?" Gu Ping'an sneered.

Dugu Bo was not his subordinate, so he couldn't order him around as he pleased.

At this stage, what he lacked most was a powerful fighter he could command.

"I won't lose!" Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Gu Ping'an.

"Then why don't you dare take the wager? You don't even dare bet on a sure win?"

Gu Ping'an spread his hands as he looked at Qian Renxue, wearing an expression that said she had no courage whatsoever.

"Heh..." Qian Renxue trembled with fury, a chill running through her.

"I'll bet! Fine!

No!

Wait!"

Something suddenly dawned on Qian Renxue, and she pointed a slightly trembling finger at Gu Ping'an.

"You've only said what I have to give up if I lose. What about you?

What will you give up if you lose?"

"Uh..." Gu Ping'an's expression froze as he stared at her in astonishment.

Wasn't this supposed to be a God King's wager?

Why did he have to put anything up?

Qian Renxue looked at Gu Ping'an in amusement. She had nearly let a little brat trick her with words.

Though she wouldn't lose anyway.

Gu Ping'an frowned. He really hadn't thought about what he would offer.

"If I lose, you can ask me one question. I'll decide whether to answer depending on the circumstances."

"Pfft..."

Hearing Gu Ping'an's answer, Qian Renxue couldn't help laughing. What question could she possibly need a child not even eight or nine to answer?

"So you look down on me?"

Gu Ping'an's expression turned solemn. Unless he offered something of real substance, she truly wouldn't take him seriously.

"I can tell you something about Tang Hao. He killed your previous Supreme Pontiff, so that makes him a major enemy of Spirit Hall, doesn't it?"

"Tang Hao?"

Hearing the name of her father's killer, Qian Renxue's face darkened. She stared at Gu Ping'an and spoke one word at a time.

"You know where Tang Hao is?"

After Gu Ping'an awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, his appearance and bearing had changed drastically. A year ago, all Spirit Hall had managed to discover was that someone like him had appeared out of thin air. They couldn't uncover any other useful information.

They couldn't trace him to Holy Soul Village, much less to Tang Hao.

Faced with Qian Renxue's gritted teeth, Gu Ping'an shrugged and said indifferently:

"I don't know where Tang Hao is right now, but I know where he'll appear."

Qian Renxue, who had lost her father at a young age, was now filled with hatred. She couldn't help turning her head toward a spot in the woods.

She was wavering.

Give up a Titled Douluo in exchange for information about Tang Hao.

Besides, she didn't think she would lose.

"Uncle She, Uncle Ci Xue, what do you think?"

Qian Renxue had already decided to take the wager. Asking She Long and Ci Xue was merely a courtesy to save face.

Why not force the information out of him?

First, she didn't think she would lose.

Second, she still wanted to bring Gu Ping'an into her fold.

For a genius whose talent rivaled hers, becoming a Level 99 Limit Douluo was not beyond hope.

"We'll leave the decision to you, Young Master."

She Long and Ci Xue kept their expressions unchanged. Although they also thought Qian Renxue couldn't possibly lose, being used as stakes in a wager still left them somewhat uncomfortable.

Having received their nods, Qian Renxue turned back toward Gu Ping'an, her calm eyes gradually taking on a razor-sharp edge.

"I accept your wager!"

"Please!" Gu Ping'an extended a hand, inviting Qian Renxue to attack first.

Qian Renxue raised her sword and pointed it straight at Gu Ping'an, a flash of anger crossing her eyes.

He was only a Soul Elder, yet he was letting her attack first. Was he looking down on her?

In that case, I'll beat you into submission. With that thought, Qian Renxue lunged forward, sword in hand.

Gu Ping'an saw Qian Renxue charging toward him.

With a thought, he sent several strands branching off the Blue Silver Grass surrounding him to attack.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The Angel's Sword swept past, and the silvery-white Blue Silver Grass streaked with multicolored patterns snapped apart.

Still not tough enough against the Angel's Sword?

Gu Ping'an frowned at the severed Blue Silver Grass vines. Though he had expected it, seeing it with his own eyes still left him somewhat disappointed.

If toughness wasn't enough, then he'd make up for it with numbers!