117: The competition begins, Dongfang Heng appears

Soon, the first few Disciples finished drawing lots.

There were no surprises with these individuals; they all drew normal numbers.

It was Jun Ao Zhi's turn to draw lots again.

Jun Ao Zhi casually reached in and drew an empty card!

Another empty card!

The crowd erupted!

The Disciples of Forget-Love Peak were terrifyingly strong!

Each of them possessed great Luck!

Even the judging Elders were completely convinced.

If you could still draw an empty card after switching positions in the middle, then your Luck was truly good.

The Sect Masters and Elders on the mountaintop watched this scene, their breathing subtly quickening!

Was this the terrifying Luck of Forget-Love Peak's Disciples?!

Seeing Oriental Heng about to step forward to draw lots, they could no longer care about anything else.

One Storage Pouch after another was thrown directly onto the gambling table; they practically took out all their savings and placed them on Oriental Heng.

Even a few Peak Revered Masters were eager to join, but Gu Liangyuan subtly stopped them.

Oriental Heng's Luck was “great fortune with a hint of misfortune,” so he might not draw an empty card. Moreover, Oriental Heng joined the Sect the latest, and his foundation was not as strong as Qianqiu and the others.

He also had the attributes of being the 'eternal runner-up' and 'good things take time,' so he might not successfully advance.

But no matter what, he wouldn't lose!

If Oriental Heng lost, he might earn a few million less, but Zhao Chi would become rich because of it!

At that time, he would be able to win even more Spirit Stones from Zhao Chi. Understand the applause!

Looking at the Storage Pouches piled up like a small mountain, Zhao Chi's forehead subtly beaded with sweat.

He was under a lot of psychological pressure.

If he lost this round, he would truly go bankrupt.

But the words were already out, and it was too late to go back on them now.

So, gritting his teeth, he collected all these Storage Pouches.

After checking them with his Divine Sense, he took out seven Storage Pouches separately and placed them on the table.

Clearly, these seven Storage Pouches were prepared for the people of the Supreme Seven Peaks.

Gu Liangyuan took the largest of the Storage Pouches, weighed it, and nodded to Zhao Chi:

“Sensible.”

Zhao Chi returned a smile.

But the smile looked as if he was about to cry.

At this moment, the Spirit Stones in Gu Liangyuan's hand had already reached twenty million. Excluding the five million principal, he had already made a net profit of fifteen million!

This Spirit Stone reserve was comparable to the treasury of an average Sect on the field!

Di Tian looked at this scene and suddenly felt relieved.

Earning money is good!

When Gu Liangyuan dies, all these Spirit Stones will be mine!

As for those Disciples who got byes… I don't believe they can keep getting byes!

While everyone was placing their bets, Oriental Heng had already reached into the lottery box.

He took it out and looked.

Number one.

Four empty cards out of five direct Disciples made everyone feel that it was only natural for Forget-Love Peak to draw empty cards.

They didn't expect someone not to get an empty card, which instead confused all the Disciples.

Doubt, confusion, bewilderment, all sorts of gazes turned towards Oriental Heng.

Oriental Heng's expression remained unchanged; he accepted it calmly.

Inside the main hall on the mountaintop, Zhao Chi let out a long breath.

He initially chuckled softly, then burst into hearty laughter!

I, Zhao, won the bet!

The winners were happy, but the losers all had gloomy expressions.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, they would have flared up on the spot.

Most of them had bet their entire fortunes!

They had planned to make a profit and then stop, but now this?

The Revered Masters of the other seven peaks also felt lingering fear.

Fortunately, Gu Liangyuan stopped them, otherwise they would have also placed heavy bets.

Someone offered comfort:

“No rush, the fights haven't even started yet. Perhaps Oriental Heng will be matched with a Disciple of weaker strength?”

Gamblers are like this: when they bet their entire fortune, even if they know their choice might be wrong, they will find various reasons to deceive themselves first.

Looking at Oriental Heng, who was at Foundation Establishment second level, with Sword Intent subtly swirling around him, others also felt this statement made sense.

With the Sword Intent blessing, as long as he didn't encounter a Core Formation Realm Disciple, there was still a chance to win.

I haven't lost, I haven't lost yet!

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat oppressive, and everyone's gaze was fixed on Oriental Heng.

Let alone the hot favorites to win, they didn't even watch their own Disciples' matches; they only watched Oriental Heng.

Not long after, the Disciples finished drawing lots.

The Black-Robed Elder stood on the high platform and began to read out the match list.

Everyone in the hall listened carefully. Oriental Heng was number one, so the first opponent announced was Oriental Heng's.

“Number one: Oriental Heng, Golden Great Harvest!”

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, everyone in the hall collectively turned their heads to look at the list Zhao Chi had taken out.

This Golden Great Harvest was surprisingly within the top thirty!

Someone began to recall and recount Golden Great Harvest's life:

“Golden Great Harvest, thirty years old, the direct Senior Disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, Cultivation at Core Formation eighth level.”

“Six months ago, during a mission, he killed a Loose Cultivator who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm with his Core Formation seventh level Cultivation.”

“Although his Realm is slightly weaker, he is a popular contender to advance into the top ten.”

Listening to this person's words, some felt their spiritual platform unstable, subtly dizzy.

Some had gloomy expressions, their fists tightly clenched.

These people, without exception, were those who had placed heavy bets on Oriental Heng!

Now it seemed, these Spirit Stones were completely wasted.

Foundation Establishment second level against Core Formation eighth level, and a Prodigy with the ability to fight above his Realm!

How could he win?

Do you think everyone is Gu Liangyuan?!

It's over, it's all over.

The heart that Zhao Chi had been holding suspended finally completely relaxed.

Good, good, good. I thought I was going to lose big, but I didn't expect to make a huge profit!

Indeed, wealth is lost in danger, and also sought in danger!

Gu Liangyuan cast a probing Spell at Golden Great Harvest:

Name: Golden Great Harvest

Identity: Direct Senior Disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect

Cultivation: Core Formation ninth level

Spiritual Root: Earth-Metal Dual Spiritual Root

Comprehension Ability: Ordinary

Luck: Smooth sailing

Cultivation Technique: Imperial Spirit Heart Sutra

Divine Ability Spells: Three Earth Rank Spells, two Heaven Rank Spells, one Incomplete Manual Small Divine Ability

Summary: An ordinary Prodigy in the Cultivation World

Gu Liangyuan's brows furrowed. He didn't expect Golden Great Harvest to have hidden his Cultivation.

If it were Qianqiu and Song Xianer, there might still be hope, but Oriental Heng… difficult.

Below, Qianqiu and the others surrounded Oriental Heng. Qianqiu spoke to comfort him:

“Fifth Junior Brother, you joined the Sect later, and there's too much of a difference in Cultivation between you and him. Don't put too much pressure on yourself; just do your best.”

Mo Chen said, “Senior Sister is right. Revered Master has a good saying: ‘With ten parts confidence, fight cautiously. With eight parts confidence, you can fight. With seven parts confidence, you can barely fight. Below seven parts, don't even consider fighting; preserving your life is paramount.’

“For an opponent who is completely not on the same level, you don't need to have any psychological burden. Revered Master won't say anything if you lose.”

Oriental Heng nodded, indicating that he understood.

But he didn't think so in his heart.

He was already number one, and the only participant from Forget-Love Peak in the first round.

If he was eliminated in three or five moves, where would Forget-Love Peak's face be?

After another half an hour, the Black-Robed Elder finished reading the list and led the first ten groups of Disciples to stand on their respective arenas.

Oriental Heng and Golden Great Harvest also stood on Arena Number One.

Oriental Heng's expression was solemn, while Golden Great Harvest felt very relaxed, sensing the Foundation Establishment second level Cultivation on Oriental Heng's body.

He even had the mind to tease him:

“Hahaha, Fellow Daoist, I'll let you have three moves first later, so you can show off a bit on the arena and not come up for nothing.”

He originally thought Oriental Heng would become angry and embarrassed because of this, but he didn't expect Oriental Heng to nod seriously:

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist. I hope you will be merciful.”

This made Golden Great Harvest's prepared taunts get stuck in his throat.

Huh?

Dude, why aren't you playing by the rules?