nyslfriends Chapter 97 The Truth! It's all a conspiracy.
Chapter 97 The Truth! It's all a conspiracy.
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Knowing he had messed things up, the short, stout monk still wanted to minimize the losses.
"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, this... we've been running this gambling den privately on a small scale. We really can't come up with 100,000 spirit stones."
"If you're willing to be accommodating, we'll settle on a 20/10 basis, a total of 40,000 spirit stones, which we'll tally immediately. An additional 2,000 spirit stones will be given as an apology for tea."
The short, stout monk's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced a smile and spoke in a low voice.
"One to five odds, that's the betting odds you set."
Qingfeng looked at him quietly and said.
"Yes, that's true, but as you saw, Kui Xing Island pulled off an upset. There weren't many people who bet on you to win, so it's understandable that they all lost money."
But the amount of spirit stones you've given me, fellow Daoist, is simply too large.
To be honest, this betting platform is backed by Steward Xinggong He.
"Fellow Daoist is the young master of the Qingyang Sect, you must have heard of the He family of the Star Palace. Let's all compromise, so we can meet again in the Chaotic Star Sea in the future."
The short, stout cultivator smiled obsequiously, waiting for Qingfeng to respond.
However, after three breaths... five breaths... Qingfeng remained silent, only raising his hand and gently fiddling with the three betting tokens on the counter.
"The He family? Who are they? I don't know them, I'm not familiar with them. I just want spirit stones."
Qingfeng frowned and said impatiently.
No matter what your background is, nothing is more important than spirit stones.
"This...you, you."
The short, stout cultivator hadn't expected the young master of the Qingyang Sect to be so disrespectful.
"What do you mean, 'what are you saying'? Hurry up and hand over the spirit stones. What, are you trying to renege on your debt?"
As soon as Qingfeng opened his eyes, his powerful divine sense pressed down on the short, stout cultivator's mind.
Feeling the powerful suppression of divine sense, the short, stout cultivator turned pale.
"Here you go! I'll give you my share, but my gambling den doesn't have that many spirit stones right now. Could you use other resources instead?"
The short, stout monk quickly replied.
"Hmph, bring me as many spirit stones as you have."
Qingfeng snorted coldly and withdrew his divine sense to suppress it.
The short, stout monk, sweat beading on his forehead, hurriedly beckoned two accountants to bring out the storage boxes behind the counter one by one.
"Quickly, count all the spirit stones we collected today!"
He personally oversaw the process, his fingers flying across the keyboard, hastily counting boxes of low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones.
The remaining cultivators, seeing this scene, stopped in their tracks and gathered in twos and threes to watch and whisper among themselves.
"This young master of the Qingyang Sect actually bet on himself to win! The gambling den owner has suffered a huge loss!"
"Hey, serves you right. You've embezzled so many people's spirit stones over the years."
"This young master is too ruthless; he dares to take over the Xinggong He family's demands?"
"The He family is nothing! They only have a Nascent Soul stage ancestor. Do you think he dares to confront the Three Yang Old Demon?"
"That's right, that's right, the young master of Qingyang Sect is in the right."
The onlookers, seeing the gambling den owner lose money, were overjoyed; they were even happier than if they had won.
The short, stout monk's face grew increasingly grim as he listened to the gossip.
The He family dared not cause trouble for the Qingyang Sect, but his career was over!
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Qingfeng left the gambling den with more than 70,000 spirit stones and several storage bags full of magical artifacts.
Since the gambling den didn't have enough spirit stones, he used the magical artifacts used for betting as collateral, making sure not a single one was less.
After returning laden with gifts, Qingfeng drove the flower-laden cart back to the mansion.
After returning to the mansion, Wang Ning went to the quiet room to begin her cultivation.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li also returned to their rooms to begin their cultivation.
In the end, only Qingfeng and Siyue remained in the hall.
"Siyue, you've been slacking off in your cultivation lately. I'll be supervising your practice closely for the next three days."
Qingfeng grinned mischievously as he embraced Wen Siyue, his left fingertips lightly rubbing a grape.
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Three days is a fleeting moment for cultivators; they can go by in the blink of an eye.
The third round of the battle for island ownership has finally begun.
The cultivators who lost the bet last time wanted to win it back, but after searching around, they found that the betting was no longer open.
Meanwhile, well-informed cultivators began to tell the story of how Qingfeng orchestrated the scheme to bankrupt the gambling den.
At this moment, Qingfeng, just like last time, drove the float to the preparation area on the tenth floor of the Holy Mountain.
This time, however, only Wen Siyue was in his car.
The other three women, each more passionate about cultivation than the last, stayed at the mansion.
Anyway, Kui Xing Island is already in our young master's hands, so whether he comes or not, the result will be the same.
"My opponent in the third round is Xiao Dapeng from the Giant Whale Gang. And Poison Feather Scholar will face Shadow Fiend."
Qingfeng was somewhat surprised when he saw the results of the third round of the draw.
This was probably done by Xinggong, who assigned Xiao Dapeng, the weakest member of the group, to him.
The Core Formation cultivator named Ying Sha, who appeared to be a strong contender for the position of Lord of Kui Xing Island, was actually a man sent by the Star Palace.
His mission is to remove obstacles for Qingfeng and help him win in the end to become the island's owner.
This is why Qingfeng claimed to be the designated island owner.
Because his father, Qing Sanyang, had already made a deal with Jin Kui. After the Void Heaven Palace opened, he would cooperate with Jin Kui to assassinate Wan Tianming outside the palace.
In exchange, Xinggong would arrange for Qingfeng to become the island lord of Kuixing Island, relinquishing the island's benefits to Qingyang Sect.
In exchange, Xinggong would arrange for Qingfeng to become the island lord of Kuixing Island, relinquishing the island's benefits to Qingyang Sect.
Therefore, in this arena competition, from Elder Jin Kui to the Star Palace steward who drew lots, and the thugs Shadow Fiend on the arena, all of them were Qing Feng's people.
With such a shady deal, how can other cultivators possibly win?
At this moment, on the Kui Xing Island arena, the first match of the third round is about to begin.
They were facing off against Poison Feather Scholar and Shadow Fiend.
Shadow Fiend is ostensibly a rogue cultivator, but in reality, he is a secret guard of the Star Palace. He belongs to Jin Kui and can be considered Jin Kui's top black glove.
His strength ranks among the top in all those who participated in the arena competition.
Poison Feather Scholar claimed to be a rogue cultivator, but in reality, he was a member of the Demonic Poison Dragon Society.
"The competition begins!"
As the Star Palace Enforcement Disciple finished speaking.
The Shadow Demon on the arena pulled out a dark bag and tossed it into the air.
Immediately afterwards, the bag emitted a large amount of black mist, enveloping the entire arena and making it impossible for outsiders to see what was happening inside.
"What kind of magical artifact is this? I've never seen it used before?"
"What is that black mist? It can actually interfere with divine sense!"
"We can't see anyone in the ring anymore, who will win?"
The black mist surged like ink, and the cultivators around the arena stood on tiptoe to look around, but they couldn't see a single person.
Only the sound of clashing magical forces could be heard emanating from the mist.
After a dozen or so breaths, the black mist suddenly contracted, disappearing entirely into the dark bag, revealing the scene inside.
Shadow Demon stood still, and opposite him stood Poison Feather Scholar.
There was a large hole in his chest, going straight through from his back to his front.
Poison Feather Scholar lowered his head, then fell straight back, crashing onto the arena with a "bang".
Everything was quiet.
It immediately caused an uproar.
"Dead?!"
"Is Poison Feather Book dead or alive?"
"What exactly happened inside that black fog?!"
In a ring fight, death is unlikely; at most, people will be seriously injured.
But right now, that Shadow Demon has killed his opponent.
"Stop! The battle is over; no one should be killed!"
At this moment, the Star Palace Deacon loudly rebuked him.
Then, he activated the arena's protective barrier and leaped onto the arena, pretending to check the situation.