Chapter Seven: The Bet
"That's right, but don't underestimate those formal disciples behind them either. Each and every one of them is a cultivator above the fourth layer of the Spiritual Overflow Period!"
Wang Fei listened to these words one by one, shocked and amazed. Fifty Lingyue period fourth layer or higher cultivators, one Lingyue period Mahayana cultivator, this lineup was enough to sweep away thousands of ordinary human troops. It seemed that this trial was indeed grand.
Wang Fei's mind flashed through these thoughts, his eyes scanning the formal disciples one by one to see if there was anyone he knew. As he looked, he was surprised to find that Ding Yao, with whom he had a lot of dealings, was also among them.
At this moment, she stood beside Yao Shu, close to her, leaning in to the other's ear, telling something, with a bright smile on her face.
Looking at Ding Yao's flattering face, Wang Fei only felt disgusted. Were these cultivators so powerless that they would look down on the weak and fawn over high-ranking cultivators?
Just as Wang Fei was turning various thoughts over in his mind, the two disciples who had led the way earlier suddenly turned back and pointed to the direction where Yao Shu was, saying to Wang Fei and the others: "You, go. Sister Yao has task assignments."
Upon hearing that there were tasks assigned, the other nine people all showed excitement, thinking it was time to show off their skills, and they hurriedly went towards where Yao Shu was. Wang Fei watched them do so, sighed helplessly, and followed the crowd, soon arriving in front of Sister Yao Shu.
As she approached, the mist on Yaoshu's body also gradually dispersed, and Wang Fei saw the girl clearly.
She stood on the leaf-shaped flying device, with the clear wind in the air blowing her clothes and long hair fluttering, as if she were a fairy from the mortal world. Her eyes were cold and calm, with a pair of deep black pupils that showed no emotion at all.
However, this seemingly inhumane and indifferent feeling adds a touch of color to her icy purity and freshness.
Several others, with tense hearts, came closer and saw Yao Shu's true appearance. Indeed, as rumored, she was stunningly beautiful, to the point of being enchanting and captivating. They completely forgot their demeanor, their eyes shone brightly, drooling, and their bodies were inflamed with desire, in a state of infatuation.
Wang Fei gazed up at Yao Shu, his heart racing with shock. Even he, who was usually emotionally numb, felt a moment of dizziness upon seeing her true appearance. Her eyes were like autumn water and her bones were like jade, a fitting description for this woman.
After a light sigh, Wang Fei immediately withdrew his attention, lowered his head, and no longer looked at Yao Shu. However, when he lowered his head, his eyes inadvertently glanced around and discovered that the nine people beside him were still staring straight at Yao Shu, who was standing in front of them with her long skirt fluttering like a fairy descending into the world. Their mouths were agape, and droplets of saliva were flowing out.
Seeing the ugly faces of these people, Wang Fei secretly felt amused, and then thought: 'This sister Yao Shu, just looking at her face is very cold and calm, and there is no warmth on her body, it's really like a Taoist cultivator, absolutely emotionless and sexless.'
Just as Wang Fei was evaluating her, Yao Shu's gaze swept over the ten disciples below, and the nine ugly faces of Fang Hao and others fell into Yao Shu's eyes. Just as she was about to turn up her nose in disdain, she suddenly caught sight of a thin boy at the far end.
The young man lowered his head, looking very obedient. Yao Shu's divine consciousness swept over and found that the other party didn't show any flirtatious expression either. A hint of abnormality flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately.
"Yao Shu, we must prepare well. The other four pavilions' seniors will be arriving soon." Ding Yao glanced sideways at the miscellaneous disciples below and spoke respectfully to Yao Shu.
Yao Shu nodded slightly and responded with a soft "yes".
"Haha, Sister Yao Shu, long time no see!"
Just as Yao Shu nodded in agreement, a seductive female voice came from another mountain ridge. The Dan Ge disciples immediately turned their eyes towards the source of the sound, and saw two long lights, one blue and one white, cutting through the green forest, coming quickly, and the one making the sound was the blue light.
Two rays of light later, there were two teams of people.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Two rays of light approached instantly, and in the blink of an eye, the rays gradually converged, revealing a flying object underfoot, which turned out to be a flying sword.
The two people's feet were under the flying sword with a cold light flashing, spiritual power flowing, obviously of extremely high quality.
"It turned out to be Moon Mistress of the Southern Pavilion and Shao Master of the Northern Pavilion, I've paid my respects." Yao Shu said with a slight bow.
Yao Shu didn't have a good impression of these two people, her expression was calm and indifferent, which made Yue Shi Jie feel very uncomfortable. Just as she was about to say something, the leading disciples from the other two pavilions also arrived.
The male disciples of Dongge and Xige were all enchanted when they saw Yao Shu, with a look of infatuation on their faces.
As soon as they arrived, they asked about their teacher sister Yao Shu Yue.
Among the five high-level disciples communicating with each other, Wang Fei and these miscellaneous disciples were also discussing in an uproar. They had never seen so many formal disciples of the Lingyue period before, let alone the cave-dwelling disciples who dominated one side.
Tan Feng Zong, as long as one's cultivation reaches the 9th level of Ling Yu period, they can be assigned to a cave mansion and become a disciple of the cave mansion.
It should be said that hosting these things does not require the presence of a junior brother, and sending some 90th-level cultivators would be enough. However, due to the appearance of a second-grade low-ranking demon beast in the Rain Bamboo Forest fifty years ago, which caused heavy casualties among the disciples of the sect, the sect sent a junior brother to preside over the matter in order to prevent such incidents from happening again.
Seeing so many senior disciples, Wang Fei was different from other disciples. He just sighed and withdrew his thoughts, thinking about some cultivation matters.
Those senior disciples naturally wouldn't bother with the chatter of those lower-ranking disciples and continued chatting among themselves.
Suddenly, Shao Shi Xiong rushed to Yao Su and said: "Yao Su Shi Mei, we've always been accompanying these disciples to collect and hunt, it's a bit too boring. Why don't we make a bet on who can hunt more demon beasts and collect spiritual herbs?"
"This is a good idea! I, Yueyin, agree with it first!" Eldest disciple sister Yueyin, upon hearing Shao's words, raised an eyebrow and nodded in agreement.
"Heh heh, I wonder what Ninth Heaven and Left End think about this?"
Shao Shixiong looked at the other two and smiled slyly.
"Alright then, let's do it this way!"
The other two also nodded in agreement.
"Alright, this time I'll bet with the Law Instrument!" Shao Shixiong didn't say another word and flipped his hand to produce a long needle that shone with a blue light.
Aoki's Heavenly Needle, an ultimate treasure!
"Top-grade artifact, it's actually a top-grade artifact! Sha Shixiong is indeed skilled. In that case, I won't be stingy either. Silver Brocade Fan, come out!" Zuo Mou gazed at the cyan flashing long needle, clicking his tongue in praise, and immediately took out a silver fan, placing it alongside the needle.
Yuè Yīnér and Jiǔ Tiān exchanged a glance, both secretly astonished. They hadn't expected Zuò Mò to be so generous, directly taking out a high-quality magic artifact.
"Shao Shixiong, you come from a family of cultivators, while we are just ordinary disciples. It's not possible for us to compare with you, don't mind me saying so, haha!" Zuo Mou took out a silver fan and bowed his hands towards Shao Shixiong.
Yuè Yīnér gazed at Zuǒ Mò, her eyes sparkling with unceasing brilliance. The other person's words were truly too modest.
High-grade spiritual tools, although far from being top-grade spiritual tools, are still considered high-end goods among Lingyue period cultivators. Some low-ranking foundation-building cultivators may not even have one, let alone top-grade spiritual tools.
Wang Fei obtained a flying sword from Lin Shixiong, but it was just an ordinary flying sword without any spiritual energy or additional lethal power.
Yu Yin'er and Jiu Tian, although they were the most powerful disciples, had a shallow family background. The magical instruments in their hands were all life-saving objects, so they only took out one foundation-building pill each.
In front of the top-grade and extreme-grade artifacts, only the Foundation Establishment Dan can be compared.
Looking at the Dan medicine cauldron in front of him, Shao Shixiong turned to face Yao Su across from him and asked with a smile: "Yao Su Shimei, how are you?"
Yao Shu's body slightly tilted to one side, her head turned to the other, and with a flick of her sleeve, a purple bracelet shot out from within.
"Amethyst Bangle, a mid-grade storage device, with an interior that has enough space to store objects of about 10 square meters."
“Purple Jade Bangle…” Yuer, gazing at the purple bangle in front of Yaoshu, her eyes sparkling with excitement. After all, women are extremely sensitive to such things, and this purple jade bangle was so exquisite that Yuer's heart skipped a beat.
But she was clear about her identity, and immediately put away her drooling expression, replacing it with a nonchalant look.
"Whoever wins gets these, I suppose no one has any objections. Besides, Ya Shu, I'd like to make a separate bet with you on Dan Ge!"
Shao Shixiong glanced at the four people beside him and finally fixed his gaze on Yao Shu, saying steadily.
