69: Chapter 69 The Elders' Gamble

At this moment, Zixia Peak Peak Master Luo Yunshang's eyes suddenly shifted with charming brilliance, and she chuckled, "Watching the match alone is quite boring. How about we also place a bet?"

"Oh? How shall we bet?" Hearing this, Tianlei Peak Peak Master Lei Tianxing became active in his thoughts, his bell-like large eyes filled with interest.

Luo Yunshang pursed her lips in a smile, her natural allure radiating effortlessly: "It's very simple. Each of us will take out a treasure and guess which Peak the first place of this Grand Competition will enter. The one who loses in the end will give their treasure to the winner."

"A little interesting."

Feijian Peak Peak Master Ling Baiyi nodded, a trace of confidence flashing in his eyes.

He had always been conceited about Feijian Peak's strength; among the ten great Sword Cultivators of Xuanyang Sect, Feijian Peak alone claimed six of them.

Recruiting the number one of the Inner Sect would be as easy as reaching out and taking it.

"Fine, sitting here is boring anyway, this old man will join you in this bet!"

Badao Peak Peak Master Huyan Lie slapped the armrest, his voice resounding like a giant bell.

The Peak masters of the other Peaks also grew interested one after another, each taking out a treasure from their Storage Pouch.

Luo Yunshang turned her slender hand, and a warm white jade bottle appeared in her palm.

The bottle body was translucent, and several plump Medicinal Pills could be faintly seen within, shimmering with misty purple light. The medicinal fragrance seeped out even through the bottle stopper, refreshing anyone who smelled it.

"Tier 4 Divine Origin Pill, three pills in a bottle." Luo Yunshang's voice was unhurried, "A Spirit Pill that increases the cultivation of Nascent Soul Cultivators, this bottle is worth at least one hundred thousand Spirit Stones."

As soon as these words were spoken, the breathing of several Elders became a bit heavier.

Divine Origin Pill!

This was a Tier 4 Spirit Pill, which was immensely beneficial for the Cultivation of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

As a Tier 4 Alchemist, Luo Yunshang was indeed lavish with her actions.

Lei Tianxing stared at the white jade bottle, a trace of burning passion flashing in his eyes.

He had been stuck at the second layer of Nascent Soul for many years; if he could obtain a Divine Origin Pill, he might be able to advance further.

"Luo Yunshang, it seems you have a lot of confidence in recruiting the first place of the Grand Competition, actually willing to take out the Divine Origin Pill."

Ling Baiyi looked at her with a smile that wasn't a smile.

Luo Yunshang was full of smiles: "Could Peak Master Ling be reluctant? If you are afraid of losing, it's still not too late to withdraw now."

Ling Baiyi let out a light hum, his right hand brushing across his Storage Pouch, and a fist-sized golden stone appeared in his palm.

The surface of the stone was uneven, vaguely marked with countless fine lines as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

What was even more astonishing was that an extremely fierce Sword Intent was sealed inside the stone, as if it would burst out of the stone at any moment and pierce the firmament.

"A piece of Sword Cultivation Stone."

Ling Baiyi held up the stone, his tone flat yet carrying a hint of self-satisfaction.

"It seals the Star Sword Intent comprehended by this seat. This piece of Sword Cultivation Stone is enough for you to break through your Sword Intent to the fourth layer. In terms of value, it is equivalent to your Divine Origin Pill."

Luo Yunshang's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and her body unconsciously leaned forward a bit.

Although she was a Tier 4 Alchemist, her kendo cultivation had always been her weak point.

If she could comprehend Ling Baiyi's Star Sword Intent, her attainments in the Dao of the Sword would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

"Peak Master Ling is indeed generous." Her smile was like a flower, and her determination to win was already apparent in her eyes.

Lei Tianxing did not want to show weakness either, taking out a fist-sized purple thunder bead from his embrace.

The surface of the bead was wreathed in electric arcs, crackling and emitting a destructive aura.

"Tier 4 Thunder Storm Bead, it took me thirty years to refine three of them, and today I am taking one out as a stake. Once detonated, it can severely injure a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator."

Badao Peak Peak Master Huyan Lie then took out a pitch-black short blade, its edge gleaming with a gloomy and cold light.

"Tier 4 Magic Treasure 'Venom Fang', refined from the bones of a Shadow Python, with the added effect of concealing breath. This old man has treasured it for many years, and today I am taking it out to liven up the atmosphere."

The other Peak masters also took out their treasures one after another. For a moment, precious light overflowed on the high platform, and Spiritual Pressure surged.

Several Elders looked at each other, their eyes filled with both the confidence to win and covetousness for each other's treasures.

"Since that is the case, it's settled."

Luo Yunshang looked around at the crowd, the corners of her mouth curling into a meaningful smile.

"When the Grand Competition ends, it will be clear whose sect the first place enters."

Her gaze involuntarily turned to the green-robed figure on the arena, a brilliant light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

This little fellow, I hope you don't disappoint me!

...

As time passed, the top ten of the ten arenas were all decided.

The ten standout Disciples stood in the center of the square, receiving the bowing attention of tens of thousands of people in the audience.

Baili Yunche stood among the ten people with a calm expression.

His gaze swept across the other nine people — Xie Guangkun, Ye Hongyu, Zhou Dafu, Zhao Wuji, Wang Haoran... and, Fei Yangyang.

Fei Yangyang stood on the far left, looking at him coldly with a vicious smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

Baili Yunche withdrew his gaze and sneered in his heart.

I've finally waited for you.

At this moment, Steward Wang Ganju walked to the center of the arena with steady steps.

He glanced around and said in a loud voice:

"Congratulations to all of you for winning the top ten of this Inner Sect Grand Competition!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing across the square.

"Next, the top ten contention matches will be held to decide the top three of this Grand Competition, as well as the ultimate champion!"

"The rules for the top ten contention match are as follows."

"..."

Finally, he emphasized once more: "Did everyone understand the rules clearly?"

"Understood!" The ten people responded in unison.

"Good." Steward Wang Ganju nodded, turned his right hand over, and a cyan jade pot appeared in his palm, "Now, step forward to draw lots."

The ten people stepped forward in turn to draw jade lots from the jade pot.

"I announce that the top ten ranking battles now officially begin!"

Steward Wang Ganju's voice echoed across the square like a thunderclap, instantly igniting everyone's passion.

The ten standout Disciples stood on one side of the arena, waiting for the results of the draw.

Holding a golden list, Steward Wang Ganju read out in a loud voice: "First match — — Baili Yunche versus Fei Yangyang!"

As his voice fell, the audience broke into an uproar.

"The first match is Baili Yunche versus Fei Yangyang? That's too coincidental!"

"Indeed, I've long heard that these two have a grudge. Now there's a good show to watch!"

"Fei Yangyang is at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer Peak, and has cultivated Overlord Saber Slash and Fire Snake Step. His strength cannot be underestimated. Although Baili Yunche's performance was eye-catching before, facing Fei Yangyang, he is likely in grave danger."

"That's not necessarily true. Baili Yunche punched Qin Shou to the ground, and Jinpeng conceded defeat directly without even daring to fight. I feel he might not necessarily lose."

"Then let us wait and see!"

The discussions surged like a tide, and everyone's gaze focused on Baili Yunche and Fei Yangyang.

Fei Yangyang walked out from the crowd and slowly walked toward the arena.

There was a trace of sinister aura between his brows. At this moment, a cold sneer hung on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

He stepped onto the arena, turned around, and looked down condescendingly at Baili Yunche.

"Baili Yunche, today, I will let you know what kind of end awaits those who snatch my, Fei Yangyang's, woman."

Baili Yunche slowly walked onto the arena, stood still opposite him, his expression calm as water.

"Snatch your woman?"

He chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with mockery,

"When did Senior Sister Su ever become your woman? Has she ever looked at you straight in the eye? You're just a delusional fool."

Fei Yangyang's expression instantly turned gloomy.

"Later, I will break your limbs one by one and make you kneel in front of me to beg for mercy."

"Letting you know that in the Inner Sect, I, Fei Yangyang, am not someone to be trifled with."

There was undisguised killing intent in his voice.

Baili Yunche looked at him and smiled disdainfully: "I also have a sentence to give you."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

"Senior Sister Su can only be mine. And you — —"

He paused, speaking word by word: "You are simply trash! Trash! Trash!"