The chosen one's mentality has collapsed; don't forget our bet.

Ning Xiuchi froze on the spot; he hadn't expected the evidence to be this.

He had thought Chu Xinghe was a fellow Transmigration traveler.

Who would have known that Chu Xinghe would pull out a book?

It even recorded various ancient poems and lyrics from his past life.

He thought he was the only Transmigration traveler.

He didn't expect that there had been others before him.

Now, all of his subsequent plans were ruined.

Originally, he had wanted to use these three poems to make a name for himself in the Grand Void Heaven Realm today.

Then, he could logically write out all sorts of classics from his past life.

At that time, he couldn't imagine how powerful he would become.

But now, everything had become like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water—a mere illusion.

This was all Chu Xinghe's doing.

Why did you have to come out?

Why do you have such a book in your hands?

And those people who transmigrated before.

Why did you write out those ancient poems?

Are you sick in the head?

Wouldn't it be better to use them to show off?

More importantly, why weren't these poems exposed before?

Only when he wanted to use them to show off...

...did they finally come to light.

He hated it.

He wanted to argue.

But since this book of poems had already appeared, there would definitely be evidence that could be investigated.

Even if he managed to hide it today.

Those who had heard these poems would eventually expose him.

At this moment, Ning Xiuchi felt lightheaded, and his hands and feet went cold.

Chu Xinghe stood up and looked at Ning Xiuchi.

"Ning Xiuchi, what else do you have to say?"

"Plagiarizing other people's ancient poems and claiming they're your own—have you no Face?"

Ning Xiuchi's body swayed slightly.

The surrounding looks of contempt were like knives stabbing ruthlessly into his heart.

It made his breathing become erratic.

His fingers clenched, veins popping out; he wanted to say something, but his mouth could only mumble.

"So it really was plagiarism. I actually thought he wrote them himself."

"Pah! What a piece of trash. My admiration for him ends here."

"Turns out he's just a nobody, using plagiarized poems to act like a big shot."

"Plagiarism is good! It's great that he plagiarized! If he hadn't been so arrogant, I wouldn't have gained so many resources!"

"Mother, I've really made it! Ten-to-one odds! I only regret that I didn't bet more!"

In the private box above.

The people from Wanjin Tower had Faces black as thunder.

Who could have expected him to be such a nobody?

They had even gone to such great lengths to set up the gambling pool.

But since they had set the pool themselves...

...they could only swallow their bitterness.

However, there would definitely be many in Wanjin Tower who would want to kill Chu Xinghe.

Mo Ru looked at Ning Xiuchi, deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Forget it, forget it."

After saying that, he turned and left without another word.

Ning Xiuchi's heart went cold.

He knew very well what Mo Ru's status was in Qinglu Academy.

Now that Mo Ru had given up on him...

...he would likely lose the Saint position he had worked so hard to obtain.

This was all Chu Xinghe's doing.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at Chu Xinghe.

"You deliberately set me up!"

Hearing this, Mo Ru, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks.

Even the two people following Mo Ru did the same.

"What is it, Mo Ru?"

Mo Ru shook his head.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, I would still misjudge someone. He is unfit for great things. I truly am getting old."

Hearing these words, the two people's expressions changed drastically.

Previously, Mo Ru had said that Ning Xiuchi becoming the Saint of Qinglu Academy was a great blessing for the academy.

Now, his tone had completely changed.

Chu Xinghe sneered.

"You say I set you up?"

"Is it not so?"

"You are a mere martial artist; why would you use the Dao of Poetry and Literature to compete with me? It was clearly intentional."

At this moment, Ning Xiuchi had lost all reason.

His mind was filled with the thought of losing his Saint position.

His reputation was completely ruined.

His resentment now was heavier than that of a ghost.

Chu Xinghe let out a mocking laugh.

"Previously, also in Guanxin Tower, Xu Sanwei got into a conflict with someone, and blood splattered onto my table."

"I told him to clean it up, and he attacked me without a second word."

"Afterward, he did as he was told, but what did you do?"

Ning Xiuchi froze on the spot.

His mouth mumbled as he tried to force an explanation.

"As the Saint, seeing an academy Disciple being humiliated, of course I had to stand up for him."

Chu Xinghe gave an 'oh'.

"You wanted to stand up for him, and I didn't want to bow my head."

"I know about your affairs. I heard that you attained the Saint position because of your prowess in the Dao of Poetry and Literature."

"I had heard of it before, but I just couldn't be bothered to expose you. You delivered yourself to my door, and yet you blame me?"

"Plagiarizing poems that others spent their entire lives writing—and you think you're in the right?"

"When you wrote them out, I already warned you, giving Qinglu Academy some Face."

"I asked you if it was the first time you had written such a poem."

"You answered 'yes' without the slightest hesitation, without a shred of remorse for your plagiarism."

"It's one thing to plagiarize, but you were even smug about it."

"'A humble work'?"

"'How is it written'?"

"Everything is simply your own doing."

Ning Xiuchi was left speechless by the rebuttal.

His Face flushed, and he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

His gaze inadvertently met Xingxi's.

He found that Xingxi's eyes were filled with nothing but disgust.

Ning Xiuchi wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Chu Xinghe felt only disdain in his heart.

It seemed this Transmigration traveler wasn't much in his past life either.

Instead of thinking of a way to save himself, he was actually looking at a woman.

Mo Ru had already left with his companions.

His original intention in coming was because he appreciated Ning Xiuchi.

He also wanted to take this opportunity to evaluate him.

Having no children of his own, he was looking for a successor.

Who knew that he would have a day where he misjudged someone so badly?

This Ning Xiuchi truly made him feel disgusted.

After Mo Ru left...

...for a time, many of the onlookers began to curse loudly at Ning Xiuchi, who was standing on the stage.

"F*ck your mother! If you don't have the skill, why are you pretending? You made me lose so much money!"

"You'd better sleep with one eye open and look over your shoulder when you walk, or I'll show you the meaning of despair!"

"A pig sticking green onions in its nose to pretend to be an elephant!"

"I wish you impotence!"

"Don't go out after dark; I'm going to test the pig-gelding skills I learned in my youth on you!"

Many people even threw their stools down.

Several women even pulled things out...

...and threw them directly at Ning Xiuchi's Face.

Many people stopped what they were doing.

They looked at the woman who had thrown the object.

Ugh.

She certainly looked... unique.

Her aim was extraordinary.

Ning Xiuchi pulled the object off his Face.

Looking at the thing in his hand...

...he almost passed out from the stench.

Who knows how long it had been since it was washed.

It was even smeared with blood.

Chu Xinghe took a step back.

Good heavens.

That looks terrifying.

The news of the bet at Guanxin Tower had already spread.

Coupled with the many factions that didn't like Qinglu Academy...

...they publicized it widely, wishing they could let the entire Grand Void Heaven Realm know in a single second.

[Child of Destiny's reputation is destroyed. destiny value decreased by 200,000. Host gains 30,000,000 destiny value.]

[Destiny Heroine feels disgust toward the Child of Destiny. Heroine's destiny value decreased by 30,000. Child of Destiny's destiny value decreased by 50,000. Host gains 4,000,000 destiny value.]

Hearing the voice in his mind...

...Chu Xinghe was ecstatic.

This was a massive haul!

It was a pity his subsequent methods weren't needed.

If the Child of Destiny hadn't admitted it...

...he had more moves ready.

This Child of Destiny's mental state is too weak.

Chu Xinghe looked at Ning Xiuchi.

"Don't forget the bet between us."