101: Chapter 101 Do You Dare to Bet?

"Big sister, how did you find a man who is even better-looking than a woman?"

Upon seeing Ye Xuan, Lin Qingxue felt a hint of amazement in her eyes; no wonder her elder sister, Lin Qingzhu, could stand so close to him.

However, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was so jealous he was nearly driven mad. He had always regarded the Lin sisters as his own women, and he never expected that she would secretly find a new man behind his back. Although rage was burning in his heart, he still maintained a veneer of courtesy on his face.

"Qingzhu, won't you introduce the person beside you to your senior brother?"

Hearing this term of address, Lin Qingzhu frowned deeply and said indifferently, "Third Saint Son Zhao Long, please don't call me that so intimately. Are we that close?"

She then stole a glance at Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan beside her, fearing that he might misunderstand her in this matter. She couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief and patted her flat chest, relieved that she hadn't been misunderstood.

"Brat, why don't you hurry up and get away from Qingzhu? Do you know who I am?"

Ye Xuan said indifferently, "What does getting away from Qingzhu have to do with you being the Third Saint Son Zhao Long? If you were the Great Elder, would I have to kowtow with every step I take?"

"It is Qingzhu's freedom to stand wherever she pleases. Surely Senior Brother Third Saint Son Zhao Long does not have the privilege to order others on where to stand."

"Damned Pretty Boy, sharp-tongued!"

For a moment, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was so angry his face turned red. But truth be told, Ye Xuan's words had subconsciously made him realize that it was indeed Lin Qingzhu's freedom to stand wherever she pleased.

"Sister!"

Lin Qingxue stepped forward, wanting to persuade her, but was coldly interrupted by Lin Qingzhu, "Little sister, if you truly like Third Saint Son Zhao Long, then sister will welcome you. But for now, please, you and Senior Brother Third Saint Son Zhao Long, do not disturb us. Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan still needs to go to the Cangbing Pavilion to select treasures, and we have no time to chat with you."

"What, Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan? This Pretty Boy, he is your Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan? How is that possible?"

Third Saint Son Zhao Long and Lin Qingxue exchanged a look, and finally, Third Saint Son Zhao Long asked in disbelief.

"That's right, Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan is the disciple of Master Shen Xi. 'Pretty Boy' is not something you, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, can call him; please watch your words." Lin Qingzhu said indifferently, hoping to intimidate Third Saint Son Zhao Long with this.

Third Saint Son Zhao Long had intended to find a flaw, but suddenly recalled that his grandfather, Zhao Weiwu, had told him a few days ago that a genius disciple possessed of two terrifying divine bodies had been taken as a disciple by the Saint Master Shen Xi and that he needed to be careful in dealing with him.

Thinking of this, Third Saint Son Zhao Long asked with a complex tone, "Could it be that he is the disciple that Saint Master Shen Xi took in a few days ago?"

"Senior Brother Third Saint Son Zhao Long, you are correct, I am the new disciple Master Shen Xi took in. Now that you have seen me, if there is nothing else, please do not block my path. I still have to go to the Cangbing Pavilion to select treasures."

Ye Xuan glanced at Third Saint Son Zhao Long and said in a cold tone. This guy's strength was not weak, almost reaching the Heaven Profound Realm. However, with this level of strength, it was not enough to make Ye Xuan feel fear.

Leng Qianming and Third Saint Son Zhao Long had almost the same status. After all, Ye Xuan did not even fear Leng Qianming, let alone Third Saint Son Zhao Long; that was even less likely.

"You, you!"

Third Saint Son Zhao Long was extremely angry, his finger pointing at Ye Xuan began to tremble. Even Lin Qingxue, who was by his side, took a few pensive looks at Ye Xuan, her red lips parting slightly, "Senior Brother Zhao, aren't you also going to the Cangbing Pavilion to select treasures?"

Who in the entire Cangqiong Holy Land did not know the prestige of Saint Master Shen Xi?

It was destined that today, Third Saint Son Zhao Long would have to swallow his anger and suffer in silence.

"Qingxue, you are right, I am also going to the Cangbing Pavilion to select treasures."

Third Saint Son Zhao Long's expression eased slightly, then his eyes rolled, and he thought of a good idea, "Hey, do you dare to bet with me? Whoever selects the better treasure wins. If anyone loses, they are never allowed to come within half a step of Junior Sister Lin again!"

"Oh? The bet is alright, I can bet!"

Ye Xuan stopped Lin Qingzhu, stepped forward, and said indifferently, "But since when did Lin Qingzhu become a tool for our wager? I think you should change the stakes. For example, some divine weapon, or an Imperial-grade Mystic Power technique, all are acceptable. Don't make me look down on you."

"How about this, I'll start. I will add a stake on my side: a Saint-grade Mystic Power technique — 'Bashi Wushuang'. I wonder what stakes you can bring to the table?" As Ye Xuan spoke, he took an ancient scroll out of his spirit ring and handed it to Lin Qingzhu for safekeeping.

He had obtained this Saint-grade Mystic Power technique from Crown Prince Zhou Yuan last time, and it was perfect to use as a wager. As for losing, Ye Xuan had never considered it.

"Let's have Qingzhu act as the witness for this matter. You have no objections, right?"

After receiving the Saint-grade Mystic Power technique, Lin Qingzhu was surprised, but she still, in front of Third Saint Son Zhao Long, channeled a trace of Mystic Power into the ancient scroll, and a surge of Saint-level power instantly burst forth.

"Fine, I accept!"

Feeling that it was a genuine Saint-grade Mystic Power technique, Third Saint Son Zhao Long could not remain calm. His expression changed suddenly, and a flash of greed erupted from the depths of his eyes, "Since Junior Brother Ye is so interested, how can I, your senior brother, not add to the stakes? I will also add an Undying Herb treasure map as a stake."

"Junior Sister Lin, please keep this safe. This is the Undying Herb treasure map that I found with Junior Sister Lin Qingxue in some ruins a few days ago. Please check it."

Lin Qingzhu accepted the Undying Herb treasure map, carefully examined it, and then nodded to Ye Xuan.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, it is indeed an Undying Herb treasure map."

Ye Xuan revealed a mysterious smile. The Undying Herb ancient map that Third Saint Son Zhao Long had obtained five days ago was exactly his goal.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, why don't we just not bet with Third Saint Son Zhao Long? Just now, I, Qingzhu, have already used my divine sense to memorize the entire Undying Herb treasure map. I will tell you the location later. Third Saint Son Zhao Long is treacherous..."

Just at this moment, Lin Qingzhu's moving voice echoed deep in Ye Xuan's mind, filled with worry.

"Pfft... You really are something, Junior Niece Qingzhu. Don't worry, I won't lose to him." Ye Xuan unconsciously patted Lin Qingzhu's little head and replied with full confidence, "Besides, even if we lose, there's nothing to fear. With Junior Sister Qingzhu having memorized the route of the Undying Herb treasure map, we can still..."

"Damned Pretty Boy, who gave you permission to touch Qingzhu's head?" Third Saint Son Zhao Long's expression suddenly turned ugly. They were actually acting lovey-dovey right in front of him, treating him as if he were air.

"Sister, how can you let a stranger touch your head? Is this man really that attractive?"

Lin Qingxue couldn't help but mutter to herself, as if she had seen the most absurd thing. Her previously aloof sister would actually let a man she had only known for a few days stroke her head...

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxue fixed her gaze on Ye Xuan's dreamlike face, and for a moment, her pretty face also flushed with color.

How could Third Saint Son Zhao Long, standing nearby, fail to see the expression on Lin Qingxue, who was holding his arm? He felt immense resentment in his heart, "Damned Pretty Boy, this time I will definitely make you lose all face!"