Chapter 89 Opening Bids

  Lei Dong was unaware, just a little while ago. The two old ancestors of You Ming and Wan Gui, who had been good friends for many years, were also entangled in this matter. One said that your chief disciple of Wan Gui is not very meaningful, and it's almost killing him to let Lei Dong get the third place. And the other said that encountering Lei Dong is not necessarily a good thing, that kid's heart is ruthless and you're not unfamiliar with it? However, when saying this, Wan Gui had a proud heart, secretly praising Xian Yu for being clever and resourceful, and actually helping him get third place without even using Lei Dong. Three disciples, one is currently defending second place, one has already stably occupied third place, and even Zuo Chao, who was in the loser's group, continuously showed his strength, finally getting 14th place.

  Such achievements, it is already the first in total score without a doubt. This is still the first time since Wan Gui Lao Zu built Wan Gui Ku that such a domineering achievement has been achieved, and the last game hasn't even started yet, but it's already destined to surpass Tian Mo Gong in total score.

  His anger was indeed somewhat speechless, originally thought that no matter what, he would have to entangle with the young man surnamed Yue for a while, but unexpectedly, he stood in third place so easily. However, when it comes back, Shizhi is angry and still thinks of herself everywhere. This made Leidong sigh lightly in his heart. Compared to Shizhi, he was indeed a thin-skinned and unrighteous person.

  At this point, there is no more work to be done. The last battle between Ding Yuanyan and Dongfang Xiang, Leidong did not want to miss it. Not only Leidong, but many people didn't want to miss the first confrontation between the two dark heroes.

  Right in the middle of the arena, it was packed with people from some foundation-building period to just-entering infants. Even those golden elixir old ancestors, except for the dry bone ancestor, were all sitting neatly on the spectator seats, focusing their attention on this duel.

  "It's started, it's started! The battle between the two masters of Yin and Yang can't be missed." Yanmo, who had just won a super-harsh bet not long ago, although the money hadn't arrived yet, wasn't afraid that Ku Gu would dare to welch on the debt. Instead, she looked particularly radiant and resplendent: "This round, I'll sit as the banker, everyone can come and play. Each bet is 10 upper spirit stones. Betting on Dongfang Xiang wins, odds are 0.8. Betting on Ding Yuanyan wins, odds are 1.5. Betting on a tie, odds are 3. From now on, no one is allowed to transmit sound to the two players on stage." A tie in this round was rare in the grand competition, but it didn't mean it wouldn't happen.

  "Yanmo, are you looking down on our family's Yuanyan?" Wan Gui Laozu said with a hint of dissatisfaction upon hearing that Yuanyan had a high casualty rate.

  "Ten thousand demons, can't help but admit it. Dongfang Xiang's reputation has always been above Ding Yuanyan's, and your family's Yuanyan is also a recent rapid progress, catching up with Dongfang Xiang's cultivation." Yanmo analyzed: "If Yuanyan's odds are compared to Dongfang Xiang's, wouldn't the vast majority of people be willing to bet on Dongfang Xiang?"

  It's also reasonable to think that even if the two are evenly matched in terms of cultivation, Dongfang Xiang's reputation is still a bit more impressive, and she is the chief disciple of the Tianmo Palace. It's been a long time since the first place in every major competition has been taken by the Tianmo Palace. Yanmo giving 1:1.5 odds already acknowledges Ding Yuanyan's strength.

  Everyone thinks that the odds are fair. Last time, when Lei Dong and Bai Yun fought, everyone didn't bet on it and felt quite regretful. Otherwise, wouldn't it be easy to make a fortune by casually betting against Ku Gu?

  "The ten annotations of Youming are victorious in the East." The enchantress began to accept bets and started singing.

  "You're really something, you old specter!" Wan Gui scolded with a raised eyebrow. "Luckily for you, we're still brothers."

  "Brothers should be brothers, but making money is also important." The old ancestor of the underworld, wearing a black robe and almost invisible face, hummed again: "Besides, just now when your family's Ding Yuanyan made a ruthless move, I didn't see you say brother either."

  "This seat will suppress Ding Wenyansheng." Wan Gui's face was like a gambler, fiercely saying: "Although Dongfang Yaotou has aI apologize, but it seems I made an error. Here is the correct translation:

  "This seat will suppress Ding Wenyansheng." Wan Gui's face was like that of a gambler, and he said fiercely: "Dongfang Yao may have a big name, but those under my command are not vegetarians either. Yanmo, remember to record 50 points for Ding Wenyansheng."

  Fifty notes? Ten yuan per note, that's a total of five hundred yuan. Another big deal.

  Some old ghosts present began to ponder. Wan Gui wasn't a rash fool, if he just wanted to give his disciple some mental support, at most he would have placed five or ten notes of intention. But this time he had placed fifty notes, didn't that represent his extreme confidence in Ding Yuanyan?

  If it were an ordinary situation, these old ancestors and demons would not be so suspicious of Wan Gui. Think about this old fellow, who even gave the Jie Mi Fa Lun and the top-grade Linggui to Lei Dong, who was only at the 8th level of Qi refining. For Ding Yuanyan, whom he favored, how could he not give some good things? Not to mention other things, if Ding Yuanyan just hid two top-grade Linggui in secret, she might be able to defeat Dongfang Xiang steadily.

  Most importantly, who would casually throw away five hundred high-quality spiritual coins like they're worthless?

  "Young Master, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you lose money, don't complain to me." Wan Gui Lao Zu's face was expressionless, but he secretly transmitted his voice to Young Master.

  The old ancestor of the underworld tightened his heart, but on the surface, he laughed and said: "Yanmo, can you change my ten bets to Ting Yuanyan's win? I want to make money too, but I couldn't ignore brotherly love!"

  "Fart, how far you roll, the farther you go." Yanmo scolded angrily: "You're still a dignified ancestor, and the note that was taken out can still be changed?"

  "You can't even afford to put up a bet, just stay on the sidelines. Extremely Yin Old Ancestor sneered: "Yanmo, I've placed 20 bets that Ding Xiang will win."

  "Fart, twenty notes will also come out to enrich the rich?" The underworld was also ignited: "Yanmo, give me another thirty notes, bet on Ding Yuanyan's victory."

  A group of old ancestors also started to get restless. Although they couldn't perceive the transmission of Wan Gui to You Ming, even if they used their buttocks to think, they knew that You Ming's change was absolutely related to Wan Gui. The two of them were so close that they almost wore one pair of pants together.

  "I also bet..."

  "Wait a minute." Yanmo also felt that something was off, thinking to herself, "If this continues, what will happen? What if Ding Yuanyan wins, won't I end up losing everything?" She hastily stopped the betting and changed the odds: "Due to my previous misjudgment of the situation, I'm changing the payout for Ding Yuanyan to 1:1."

  "Yanmo, you're also too much."

  "I'm talking about Yanmo, you're also a senior figure. How can you be so inconsistent?"

  "Listen up, you bunch of cowards! The odds have been adjusted based on the form, and those bets that were already placed will still be calculated at 1:1.5. If you want to bet on Ding Wenyan now, it's only going to be 1:1. You think I'm stupid? You can either bet on Dongfang Xiang or not bet at all if you're not happy with the odds!" Yanmo slammed her foot back onto the chair and stood up, hands on hips, glaring furiously at them.

  "Alright, you win this time! One for one, I'll bet thirty times."

  "Twenty strokes, Ding Yuanyan wins."

  With each additional bet, Yanmo's face turned whiter, and she hastily changed the odds: "From now on, betting on Ding Yuanyan will be 1 to 0.8." She then turned to Wan Gui with a furious expression, her killing intent surging as she cursed: "You're really something, Wan Gui, trying to trick me! If Ding Yuanyan actually wins, I'll skin you alive!"

  The bet on the evil spirit's rapid defeat was changed to 0.8, which slightly stopped the momentum of Ding Xianyan's continued betting, and two others separately bet on Dongfang Xueying, but not much, just five bets each.

  Some of the Golden Elixir period elders upstairs also couldn't sit still and started placing their bets one after another.

  In a short period of time, the number of bets on Dongfang Xiang's win had already reached eighty. However, even if Yanmo lowered the odds again and again, Ding Yuanyan's winning bets continued to soar, quickly reaching two hundred and ninety. On the other hand, there were only fifteen bets on the two women drawing, after all, the probability of a draw was too small, and the chances of losing money were high, with some people casually placing a small bet for fun. As for the two women cheating and manipulating the game on stage, that was almost impossible, with so many old ghosts' eyes watching.

  Yanmo was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she wished she could eat Wan Gui's flesh. But he had ruined everything, and if Wan Yanyan really won, wouldn't she be the one to lose out?

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  (It's past 11 pm, I was taking a bath and preparing to refresh my mind for an update, but suddenly the power went out. It seems like the entire neighborhood is experiencing a blackout... Helplessly half asleep and half waiting until 10 minutes ago, the power just came back on. Sorry, everyone, for keeping you waiting)