Night gradually fell.
A gentle breeze stirred.
The disciples below watched the fight, with several men shouting invitations for others to join the wagering pool. Chen Yu knew this was most likely Senior Sister Lü's doing.
Senior Sister Lü was clever and resourceful, no fool.
She knew that whoever organized the wagering pool would have to shoulder some risk, so she had others take on that role.
Chen Yu pulled his thoughts back.
Looking at the senior brother before him, Chen Yu asked with a smile, "May I ask your name, senior brother?"
"Zhao Yu."
Zhao Yu lifted his head slightly, his gaze brimming with confidence.
Then he continued, "Junior brother, you've kindly offered me contribution points today. I'm not someone who repays kindness with enmity."
"I reached the fourth layer peak of Qi Refining several years ago, and I've also mastered three martial skills. You only recently entered the Outer Sect, junior brother. With a mere false spirit embryo, you must have devoted yourself desperately to your cultivation manual to reach the late fourth layer of Qi Refining in such a short time, without ever practicing any martial skills, correct?"
"As things stand, you fall far short of me in both cultivation realm and the number of martial skills you've mastered."
"So there can be no suspense about the outcome of this sparring match."
"With so many disciples watching below, if you don't want to embarrass yourself in public, you can concede now and give me those forty contribution points. I certainly won't make things difficult for you."
His words sounded perfectly upright and aboveboard.
Zhao Yu, whose cultivation had been stuck at the fourth layer of Qi Refining for years, experienced the crowning moment of his life for the first time.
He was utterly pleased with himself.
Utterly