I Bet Sang Ying Will Win!

The few days passed quickly as Sang Ying continued her endless meditation and cultivation.

When the door to Sang Ying's room opened, the first thing she saw was a flustered Gu cultivator.

"You're finally out!" Gu Xiu breathed a huge sigh of relief, leading her outside as he said, "Ten Thousand Daos Born's entrance test is about to begin. If you hadn't come out, I'm afraid I would have broken in to look for you!"

Because Sang Ying had reminded the Gu cultivator to focus on cultivation, he wasn't too worried even though she hadn't been seen going out for the past few days.

Today, with Ten Thousand Daos Born's Thousandfold Formation about to be activated, talents from all over the world have gathered here, but Sang Ying has yet to make any move.

He was afraid that Sang Ying would miss the entrance test because of her cultivation and have to wait for several more years, so he waited anxiously at her door for a long time.

Fortunately, Sang Ying finally came out in time.

There are quite a few mortals in Dujiu City, so cultivators are not allowed to use flying Law Artifact within the city. The Gu cultivator could only travel at high speed with Sang Ying.

Finally, just before the registration deadline, Sang Ying's name was added to the test roster.

Upon seeing this, the cultivator in charge of registration chuckled, "Fairy, you're quite lucky. If you had been any later, you might have had to wait five years to register again."

As he spoke, he handed a leaf-shaped wooden plaque to Sang Ying: "Fairy, take this carefully. The Thousandfold Formation is unlike any other; it is extremely dangerous inside. If you really cannot endure it any longer, crush this leaf plaque, and you will be teleported out of the Thousandfold Formation by the small array set up inside."

However, this also means that Sang Ying has lost her qualification to enter Ten Thousand Daos Born.

She silently put away the leaf token and bowed to the cultivator in thanks.

Seeing that Sang Ying had successfully registered, the Gu cultivator breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The cultivators who registered were arranged to wait separately, and no one else was allowed to contact them; the Gu cultivators were no exception.

He stood in the pavilion set up by Ten Thousand Daos Born in the distance for a long time, and only after Sang Ying's figure was swallowed up by the crowd did he get up and decide to go for a walk elsewhere.

And just as he turned around, a stall surrounded by people in a corner caught his attention.

There is a white cloth placed on the long table of the stall, with the big word "" on it very eye-catching.

Before the Gu cultivator could even ask, the stall owner announced loudly to the crowd, "Everyone, come and take a look! The top candidates for the Ten Thousand Daos Born entrance exam are all here. If you bet correctly, you can turn your life around and reap great rewards. Don't miss out!"

His sales pitch was terrible, but there were just too many talented people participating in the entrance test this year. Many of their names were instantly recognizable, so the cultivators couldn't help but place their bets.

Therefore, as soon as the stall owner gave a slight signal, a large crowd would swarm around him.

Most of them were Rogue Cultivator, but there were also quite a few well-dressed young disciples who tried to squeeze into the crowd and place large sums of Spirit Stone on the bet.

Gu Xiu figured he had nothing better to do, so he straightened his hood and leaned over to support his adopted niece.

After looking at it for a while, I saw seven or eight names written on the white cloth, but none of them were pronounced "Sang Ying".

The Gu cultivator immediately objected. "Stadium owner, this betting scheme is wrong. There are only a few names; the person I want to bet on isn't even on it."

The stall owner, having encountered similar situations many times, immediately smiled and replied, "Fellow Daoist, you don't understand. So many people participate in each entrance test, and my table is so small, how can I possibly put everyone's name on it?"

"Naturally, we'll only pick a few of the most likely winners to be listed, so everyone has a better chance of betting on them! However, if you really want to bet on someone else, I can open a separate betting pool for you. But the odds won't be very attractive."

After listening, the Gu cultivator was about to question the other party, "What makes Sang Ying inferior to these pretty faces you listed?"

But he quickly remembered that Sang Ying was no longer using the famous identity of "Jimo Zanxing" that was renowned throughout the Immortal Spirit Realm.

He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly forgave the stall owner for not knowing the value of the goods.

He took out his Storage Bag, pulled out a large sum of Spirit Stone, and handed it over. "Alright, then you can set up a betting pool for me. I'll bet on a female cultivator named Sang Ying to defeat everyone on this cloth and win first place!"

As soon as the Gu cultivator said this, many people's eyes immediately turned to him.

Some of them carried a strong sense of sarcasm, which the Gu cultivator instantly felt.

Because of the unique cultivation Cultivation Method he practiced and his low-key nature, Gu Xiu's cultivation level was always concealed. Others could only tell that he was a cultivator, but they could not tell that he had already Nascent Soul.

Therefore, Gu Xiu had often been targeted by some reckless cultivators, but since he was accompanying his niece to the test this time, Gu Xiu good-naturedly let go of that very offensive gaze.

He intended to let it go, but the other party didn't understand his good intentions and insisted on provoking him.

After the stall owner kindly opened the betting pool for the Gu cultivator, a tall male cultivator squeezed his way to the Gu cultivator's side and threw a large amount of high-grade Spirit Stone onto the betting pool of a man named "Jing He".

The Gu cultivator glanced at the gambling table subconsciously, and seeing the Spirit Stone piled up on it, he couldn't help but feel envious.

He had heard about Jing He from the boat owner Jiang. This man was a member of the Jing Household in Yao Zhou. He was a cultivator with a good Single Fire Spirit Root, which was exactly the opposite of Sang Ying.

This person is currently at the Golden Core Late Stage. Perhaps he came to Ten Thousand Daos Born seeking fortuitous opportunity because his clan's Cultivation Resources couldn't all be allocated to him.

However, the Gu cultivator was still a little puzzled. The Jing Household had always been on good terms with the Mara Gate, so why would Jing He suddenly come to participate in Ten Thousand Daos Born's test?

Before he could figure it out, the male cultivator beside him who had bet on Jing He spoke up, "Ten Thousand Daos Born is really getting worse and worse. Now some nobody Rogue Cultivator dares to claim he'll win first place? Hmph, I advise you to bring your Spirit Stone to bet on our young master Jing He as soon as possible, lest you lose everything in the end!"

The Gu cultivator was taken aback, then looked up at him. "Are you talking about me?"

"Besides you, who else is so arrogant and ignorant?" The male cultivator made no attempt to hide his contempt. "Sang Ying? I've never even heard of her. You dare to gamble with her here? You're really from a small town, bold yet ignorant."

Although others did not approve of the male cultivator's arrogant attitude, they also felt that what he said made a lot of sense.

After all, compared to these already famous cultivators, the unknown "Sang Ying" seemed rather ridiculous.

Despite being mocked for no reason, the Gu cultivator wasn't angry. Instead, he chuckled and said, "This Sang Ying is indeed not as famous as your young master Jing He, but I'm sure she'll win first place in this test! Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

The male cultivator scoffed, "You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Fine, what do you want to bet, and how?"

"You're wholeheartedly protecting Jing He, and I only want to believe in Sang Ying. How about we make a bet on who ranks higher between these two? If Sang Ying ranks higher in the end, I win; otherwise, you win. What do you say?"

The male cultivator had absolutely no idea that his young master could possibly lose, so he readily agreed, "Fine! If I win, you'll have to kneel down and call me 'Grandpa' three times in front of everyone!"

Looking at the Gu cultivator's slightly thin figure, the male cultivator's lips curled into a smug smile, as if he could already foresee the other party kneeling down and begging for mercy.

The stall owner, unable to bear it any longer, spoke up at the opportune moment, "Fellow Daoist, I don't know the Sang Ying you mentioned, but Jing He is indeed a formidable character. You should reconsider."

As soon as the stall owner spoke, others chimed in with their own words of advice.

But the Gu cultivator had already made up his mind. After thanking those people for their kind reminder, he replied, "If you lose, will you kneel down and call me grandpa?"

The male cultivator patted his chest. "Of course!"

"Okay! I agree!"

Having received the Gu cultivator's affirmative reply, the tall, muscular male cultivator raised his head and left with satisfaction.

Before leaving, he threw a message at the Gu cultivator. "I'll be waiting to see you kneel before me!"

Only after the other person was out of sight did the stall owner advise again, "Fellow Daoist, you should leave this place before the test is over. If you really kneel down to that person, I'm afraid your Dao heart will become unstable from now on."

The greatest taboo for cultivators is an unstable Dao heart; anyone whose Dao heart is unstable will never go far on the path of cultivation.

Seeing the stall owner's worried look, Gu Xiu waved his hand, half helpless and half amused. "Thanks for the reminder, but you don't need to worry, I might not lose this bet."

Sang Ying, a sword cultivator at the Golden Core Late Stage, shouldn't lose to that Jing He, right? The Gu cultivator was very confident about this.

The stall owner, however, didn't see it that way. After all, one had achieved fame at a young age, while the other Wuming... With these two people right in front of him, wasn't the outcome already obvious?

Unfortunately, the Gu cultivator wouldn't listen to his advice at all. The stall owner could only sigh and secretly decide that if the other party lost in the end, he would help if he could.