(Though the preamble is long-winded, there is no other way, as I am currently fourteenth in the weekly recommendations. However, if any of the great masters start a single-chapter release, they can easily push little me down. Those with tickets, please help me out, thank you all.) …… “Kugu, no one here is a three-year-old child.” Ancestor Wan Gui’s face was ashen and grim, seemingly filled with deep indignation: “Is there any need to play such childish games?” “Jie jie jie, Wan Gui.

Why are you making such a fuss?” Kugu chuckled sinisterly, his eyes flashing with a sickly green light: “If you don’t dare to make the wager, just say so. This Lord won’t force you to gamble, right? However, Wan Gui.

Don't think this Lord looks down on you, but you're only bullying Yan Mo by taking advantage of Ding Wanyan.” His words carried a tone suggesting he wanted Yan Mo to win. “Old Devil Kugu, keep your old squabbles with Wan Gui out of my business, old hag.” Yan Mo showed no appreciation for Kugu, or perhaps she knew Kugu was just using her as a pawn. Her alluring features were chillingly severe as she cursed: “If you two have a feud, you can fight a life-and-death duel.

What kind of man plays dirty tricks behind someone’s back? Frankly, I just can’t stand the sight of you.” “Yo ho, Ji Qianqian. Just because I treat you as a woman and usually give you a little leeway, you truly think this Lord is a coward, letting you trample all over me?” Kugu’s skull-like face turned sinister and iron-grey: “Yan Mo, don't mistake politeness for weakness.” “So what if I think you’re a coward?” Yan Mo Ji Qianqian’s face paled with anger.

She stood up abruptly, placing a foot on her chair, raising an eyebrow: “If that thing of yours hasn't rotted yet, come join this old lady for a spar on the arena stage. If you win, this old lady will do whatever you want with me. If you lose, you'll kneel and lick my feet clean, then crawl between my legs.” “Yan Mo, I suspect you and Wan Gui have something going on, don’t you?” Kugu chuckled wickedly, lecherously appraising Yan Mo’s voluptuous and shapely figure: “If you genuinely wish to benefit this Lord, then I…” “Kugu, stop dragging Ji Qianqian into this.” Wan Gui seemed to be at the edge of his patience: “If you want to wager, I will match you.

It’s three to one odds. I am a poor devil, so I’ll stake five hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones.” “Five hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones? Wan Gui, you’ve gone mad.” Ancestor Youming of Youming City, who was quite friendly with Wan Gui, couldn't help but frown and interject.

“Damn it, who knew you, Wan Gui, were so rich? Coming out with five hundred High-Grades immediately,” Ancestor Jiyin said, somewhat envious and resentful. Kugu’s expression shifted slightly.

An inexplicable tremor struck his heart. Damn it, is Wan Gui being this ruthless? Could it be… Just as Kugu was filled with doubt, Yan Mo Ji Qianqian also let out a series of charming laughs: “Old Monster Kugu, didn't you just say this old lady has the hots for Wan Gui?

Heh heh. Today, this old lady will join Wan Gui in a demonstration of spousal harmony. Fine, I’ll risk it too, five hundred on the line.

If you don't dare accept, Kugu, you can just crawl under this old lady’s crotch, and I’ll let you off this once.” “A mere five hundred High-Grades?” Wan Gui sneered: “That’s enough to scare the guts out of you? You’re an old monster known for ages, yet you’re so timid.” Kugu calculated carefully. Baili Yun still had a very high chance of winning.

Moreover, he was now in a position where backing down was impossible. He let out a sinister laugh: “Wan Gui, Yan Mo. You are sincerely sending money to this Lord, how could this Lord refuse?

I accept both of your stakes. Anyone else who wishes to join, I’ll take all bets.” As he spoke, a powerful confidence emanated from him. This display immediately deterred the few ancestors who had considered following suit.

After all, the one-to-three odds were not particularly high, and Lei Dong’s chances of winning seemed low. There was a good chance the investment would yield nothing. In the end, only Ancestor Wan Gui and Yan Mo placed heavy bets.

However, such heavy stakes were rare. Usually, people wagered ten Spirit Stones, at most a few dozen. Once stakes involved hundreds of stones, it was considered a grand gesture.

Who would have thought that this time, both Wan Gui and Yan Mo would suddenly drop five hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones? If that boy Baili Yun lost, Kugu would likely have to sell off a large portion of his assets to cover the payout. The other ancestors were also stimulated by this rare, super-heavy wager.

Those who had originally intended to watch the duel between the Yin-Sha Twin Heroes all turned their attention to Arena C, focusing on the battle between Baili Yun and Lei Dong. …… At this moment, Lei Dong was stepping onto Arena C step by step. Although his mood was not extremely tense, it was far from relaxed either.

Baili Yun was absolutely not someone to be underestimated. Especially given the animosity between them, to the extent that Baili Yun insisted on fighting, it suggested he must possess some highly reliable trump cards. Therefore, he absolutely could not afford to be careless.

Suddenly, Lei Dong felt a chill run down his spine. He looked around, but there was no one there, and he felt a secret confusion. It was unfortunate that he did not know that because of his match against Baili Yun, the group of ancestors in the viewing stands would stir up so much trouble and place such heavy bets.

He would probably internally curse the ancestors for being too shameless, using their disciples’ life-and-death duels for gambling, and whether they had any conscience left. Even if they were going to gamble, they should at least include him! Even if it meant selling everything they owned, they should pool some High-Grade Spirit Stones to take a chance.

Yet, how could he know that Ancestor Wan Gui was also feeling uneasy? Although he had confidence in Lei Dong, five hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones was no small sum. It was a sum Wan Gui had cobbled together only after selling some of his possessions right before the fight began.

If Lei Dong were to lose, there would be no negotiation about being exiled to a desolate, harsh place. Yan Mo was also very anxious about the battle. She secretly transmitted a message to Ancestor Wan Gui: “Dead man, is your disciple reliable or not?

If we lose this round, this old lady will have to sell herself.” “No certainty, just staking it on a fit of pique,” Ancestor Wan Gui transmitted back, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Ah? You dead man!

If you cause this old lady to lose, I’ll live out my days in your Wan Gui Cave,” Yan Mo transmitted back angrily. But immediately after, she glanced at Lei Dong on the distant arena stage, exhaled from her delicate mouth, and sent another transmission. Lei Dong suddenly staggered.

He heard a charming yet ferocious voice near his ear: “This old lady is Ji Qianqian of Yan Mo Valley. Kid Lei, this old lady has placed a heavy bet on you. This old lady warns you, if you dare to lose this match, I will first ‘violate’ you then kill you, and after killing you, I will ‘violate’ you again~” Lei Dong was somewhat dumbfounded.

He had certainly heard of the formidable reputation of Yan Mo. But why would Yan Mo place a heavy bet on him? Being threatened wasn't a first for him either.

However, being threatened in this manner… was a first in his life. His expression stiffened, and his mouth twitched a couple of times. He really wanted to ask her how she planned to ‘violate’ him after killing him, but he lacked the ability to transmit back, and he definitely couldn't afford to provoke a figure as powerful as Yan Mo.

He could only pretend not to hear and focus his breathing. “Yan Mo, I warn you, if you transmit messages so carelessly again, you will be punished according to the sect rules,” Elder Tu, sitting in the viewing stands above, frowned and shouted: “Everyone be disciplined. This is the Grand Competition, a great event for the sect.” After speaking, his gaze drifted toward Kugu, seeming to intend to settle scores later.

Yan Mo appeared somewhat intimidated by Elder Tu, hastily letting out a dry laugh and restraining herself. …… “Lei Dong.” A voice, simultaneously sinister, cold, and as if squeezed from between clenched teeth, rang out. Baili Yun, dressed in white like some young master, was seen flying directly using his energy, stepping onto the stage with a somewhat dashing air.

However, the deep malevolence and the twisting distortion caused by intense resentment completely destroyed his naturally elegant, carefree gentlemanly demeanor. Lei Dong, due to his lifelong habit of training his physique, had a decent build. Although his face was not as soft and handsome as Baili Yun’s, it possessed defined angles and hard lines, making him quite pleasing to the eye.

Coupled with his sleek, tight-fitting disciple robes fluttering in the wind, he also possessed a certain charm. Seeing Baili Yun ascend the stage, his expression did not change much, and he greeted him plainly: “Baili, is your hand feeling better?” Baili Yun felt a sharp sting in his left hand again. Lei Dong’s words were like a thorn, piercing the wound in his heart.

His face turned extremely ashen, and he couldn't help but look ferocious: “Lei Dong, if you are still a man, then fight a life-and-death duel with me right here on this stage. Stop hiding behind women and acting powerful all day.” …… (Pushing for the weekly recommendation! Urgent need for recommendation tickets, thank you all~)M