21: Grind and make money

“Revered Master, is that true?”

Upon hearing Li Luo’s words, Sword Dust was overjoyed.

His eyes glowed as he looked at Li Luo; he hadn't followed the wrong person.

“Naturally, let’s go.”

Li Luo waved his hand and led the way towards the Fighting Arena.

“Revered Master is too cool.”

Sword Dust couldn't help but admire this young man who appeared even younger than himself.

“Of course, my Revered Master is the most hardcore when it comes to protecting his own. Who cares about right or wrong? We’ll talk after we fight!”

Ji Yue’er said proudly.

After speaking, she puffed out her chest, strode with her long, slender legs, and quickly followed Li Luo.

Carefully tucking the broken sword into his embrace, a smile appeared on Sword Dust’s stern face, and he quickly ran to catch up.

“Guests, do you need masks?”

Near the entrance, a shelf displayed various masks.

“Revered Master, it’s like this. In this Fighting Arena, many people prefer not to reveal their identities, so they buy masks to conceal themselves.”

Sword Dust ran up to explain.

Seeing Sword Dust, the mask seller’s face showed uncertainty and surprise.

If he remembered correctly, not long ago, this black-cladKid was beaten to a pulp.

He even heard that his defeat angered many wealthy patrons; even though he didn't die in the Fighting Arena, all the bones in his body were shattered.

How could he be so lively again so quickly?

It was eerie.

“Alright, I’ll take one. Who else wants one?”

Li Luo chose a shura mask, which looked cold and fierce.

“I want one.”

Ji Yue’er raised her fair, delicate wrist. On one hand, the little girl found it extremely fun.

On the other hand, since her Revered Master bought one, Ji Yue’er, who had now completely become Li Luo’s little fan girl, naturally wanted to be in sync with her Revered Master.

“Revered Master, I don’t need it.”

“Where I fall, that’s where I’ll get back up. I want to use this face to forcefully defeat the person who beat me!”

Sword Dust said with powerful conviction.

Li Luo nodded in appreciation.

The mask seller looked at Sword Dust, somewhat shocked.

He felt that this Sword Dust seemed different from before, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

“Two hundred silver taels.”

He reacted and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Li Luo’s eyelids twitched slightly. Just two masks? Was this a robbery?

However, for Li Luo, who now had a thousand Spirit Stones, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and endured it.

Ji Yue’er chose a Cat-Eared Girl mask.

Paired with her immortal-like beautiful eyes and exquisite figure, it was very alluring.

Even Li Luo’s heart skipped a beat.

However, beneath the mask, no abnormality could be seen.

Whoosh.

When Li Luo and the two others entered the Fighting Arena, they immediately felt a violent, restless aura filling the place.

Below, several fighting platforms were enveloped by array light.

Inside, the Cultivators’ magical duels were clearly visible.

The clashes were extremely fierce, and there was even un-dried blood on the fighting platforms, looking shocking.

The air was also filled with a faint scent of blood.

Throughout the entire viewing platform, some Martial Artists shouted wildly, expressing various emotions like excitement, anger, and worry with hoarse voices.

They spent another three hundred silver taels to get three of the rearmost seats.

Li Luo couldn't help but sigh, these rich patrons of the Fighting Arena truly knew how to make money.

Roughly looking around, there must be tens of thousands of people here.

This meant that the Fighting Arena’s daily income from seats alone was at least several hundred Spirit Stones!

Not to mention various fighting bets, noble private rooms, and special services.

It was simply terrifying.

The three sat down. Sword Dust’s eyes were filled with Battle Intent as he introduced, “Revered Master, look at the fighting platforms below; that’s where Cultivators fight.”

“Winning streaks have Spirit Stone rewards.”

“Oh? Tell me about that.”

Hearing this, Li Luo immediately became interested.

“It’s like this: winning one match rewards one Spirit Stone. Two matches, two. Three matches, four. Four matches, eight… If you achieve a ten-match winning streak, you can get an astonishing five hundred and twelve Spirit Stones.”

“Or, you can choose to have the Fighting Arena help you fulfill a wish.”

Sword Dust said.

He came to the Fighting Arena precisely to achieve a ten-match winning streak.

He wanted the Fighting Arena to help him find treasures to rebuild Chan’er’s Physical Body, but he stopped at nine consecutive wins.

Ten consecutive wins, five hundred and twelve blocks!

Li Luo’s breathing quickened slightly.

If his strength wasn’t unsuitable for competing with these low-level Cultivators, he would have personally stepped in.

Clearing his throat, Li Luo looked at Ji Yue’er and Sword Dust and said, “Entering my sect, this is your first tempering mission. Do you have the confidence to complete it?”

Hearing this, both Ji Yue’er and Sword Dust were slightly nervous.

This was the first mission their Revered Master had given them.

“Yes!”

Ji Yue’er replied first.

“I do too.”

Sword Dust also said decisively.

“Good. Cultivating is not just about isolated study; it should focus more on gaining insights from actual combat. Therefore, your first tempering mission is to achieve a ten-match winning streak in this Fighting Arena!”

Li Luo pointed at the fighting platform.

“Okay.”

After hearing this, both Ji Yue’er and Sword Dust walked towards the fighting platform below to sign up.

“Place your bets, place your bets.”

With his sharp hearing and vision, Li Luo quickly found the betting station.

“Sword Dust and Ji Yue’er, each bet ten Spirit Stones.”

Li Luo said calmly.

It wasn’t that Li Luo didn’t want to bet more, but this Fighting Arena was very cunning.

The betting had a limit, and as the number of fights increased, the betting limit also continuously increased.

This was probably to prevent some people from taking advantage, those who were confident in the fighters and immediately threw down a huge bet.

“Alright, Sword Dust, the odds are 1:1.1. Ji Yue’er, the odds are 1:2.”

The staff member said calmly.

They understood Sword Dust’s strength, although they were shocked at how this kid was an unkillable cockroach.

He was back to full health so quickly.

However, with their previous knowledge, the odds were naturally low.

In contrast, Ji Yue’er’s odds were much higher, and she was also a beautiful female Cultivator with fair skin and long, exquisite legs, which attracted a lot of attention.

“My Yue’er Baby is still worth more.”

Li Luo sighed.

The next moment, he regretted, “I forgot to tell them to act a bit earlier, always being just a little stronger than the opponent. That way, the odds should be higher.”

He felt like he had lost a hundred million!

“Next up, Combat Platform Five, Sword Dust vs. Wang Zhong. Combat Platform Six, Ji Yue’er vs. Ding Hua.”

A voice sounded in the arena.

Because Sword Dust had shown himself to be a Prodigy before, he was immediately arranged on the central combat platform upon his appearance.

As for Ji Yue’er, she was a pretty female Cultivator. Although her face couldn’t be seen, her Cat-Eared Girl appearance especially caused many Cultivators to howl and shriek.

“Heh heh, little beauty, tsk tsk, your skin is so fair, I’m really afraid of hurting you. How about you take off your mask? If Big Brother is satisfied, it’s not impossible to concede, you know.”

Ding Hua wasn't wearing a mask. He was a scrawny, pale man with a kidney deficiency, and his hot, lecherous eyes roamed over Ji Yue’er’s body.

He even disgustingly licked his tongue.

“Referee, can we start?”

Ji Yue’er said coldly.

“Start.”

“Little beauty, here I come. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt too much.”

As soon as his words fell, Ding Hua pounced on Ji Yue’er.

“Whoosh!”

However, the next moment, a purple light flashed, and Ding Hua flew backward at an even faster speed than before, with a wound on his chest, clearly visible to the bone.

“Pfft.”

The next moment, the light of the Purple Glow Sword in Ji Yue’er’s hand flashed again.

Thud.

A muffled sound, the sword light passed between Ding Hua’s legs, and then the latter let out a tragic howl like a slaughtered pig.