Chapter 670: My Loss, My Purchase [Combined]

Chapter 670: My Loss, My Purchase [Combined]



"Let's start the feast."

Qin Fengyun sat down and said calmly, "After the feast, all of you can get lost. If we couldn't find a single person in over five hundred years, what use are the six of us!"

He was about to sit down.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Celestial Power Lord Jiang Shangou coughed and said, "After the feast, there's no rush to leave."

Celestial Gears Lord Luo Hao asked, "You still have business in the Heavenly Capital?"

"Nothing much."

Jiang Shangou forced a smile, "Isn't it the grand event of the Heavenly Human Martial Academy the day after tomorrow? The battle between Fang and Xue is quite the spectacle to watch."

The other five all frowned, looking at Jiang Shangou quietly.

"Spectacle?"

Shining Light Lord Meng Chuxing said coolly, "Fourth Brother is indeed still so refined, but I can't move well, so I won't be able to watch the spectacle."

Luo Hao also shook his head, "If I weren't the deputy head, I wouldn't want to watch either. What's the point in watching a duel between two juniors?"

"Juniors?"

Jiang Shangou said, "Fang Tu's name has already shaken the continent, and his combat power is much higher than ours!"

"High cultivation just means our old bones are useless."

Qin Fengyun said calmly, "But he is still a junior."

He looked at Jiang Shangou thoughtfully, "However, since Fourth Brother wants to watch so much, why don't we all stay a few more days in the Heavenly Capital?"

He smiled, "We can all accompany Fourth Brother and watch the duel."

The dignified Jade Balance Lord Mi Wencheng frowned, "Second Brother, are you also going to play along with Fourth Brother? I'm already busy to the point of being burnt out. The little brats in my academy are not up to the mark, I have no interest in watching the duel."

He sighed deeply, "Look at the White Cloud Martial Academy, they have produced Fang Che, Mo Ganyun, Yu Zhongge, Jing Shuanggao, and Qiu Yunshang... They are truly amazing. When will we produce someone like that? I don't even dare to hope for a Fang Che; even a Mo Ganyun would be fine."

Qin Fengyun said, "That's because Old Seven and his daughter laid a good foundation, which is why such geniuses are produced. If you want, you can ask them to help you reorganize your academy."

Celestial Gears Lord Luo Hao said coolly, "Don't you understand? Geniuses come in clusters. If an academy can't produce a Fang Che, it won't produce a Mo Ganyun or Yu Zhongge either."

Opening Sun Lord Yun Zaikong laughed, "Speaking of which, if the Elder Brother were here, he would be the best at reorganizing things. With him handling the young ones, they would truly strive their hardest."

Celestial Gears Lord Luo Hao laughed, "Are you thinking about Elder Brother's special training?"

"Tsk... Unforgettable for life."

After a few words, the brothers fell silent again.

Yun Zaikong suddenly smiled, "I still remember that stormy night when we were all severely injured, hiding in a dilapidated temple on a desolate mountain. Fourth Brother said he wanted to go home and meet a matchmaker, and what Elder Brother said..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Everyone laughed, looking at Jiang Shangou.

In the past, whenever this was mentioned, Fourth Brother would always complain and argue fiercely: "My wife and Elder Brother said different things!"

But this time, Jiang Shangou did not complain. Instead, he looked at the sky with a dazed expression, as if in a trance.

Everyone felt something was off.

After a long while, they heard Jiang Shangou say softly, "What if Elder Brother never comes back... What would happen?"

Instantly, even Meng He and the other five were stunned.

Luo Hao stood up with a bang, slammed the table, and roared in anger, "What nonsense are you spouting! Shut your stinking mouth!"

Shining Light Lord Meng Chuxing spoke softly, his voice full of confidence, "Elder Brother didn't die back then... Both Lord Zhanqing Dao and Duan Xi Yang said so. With the unusual phenomenon protecting him and his soul intact, Elder Brother will definitely return."

Jiang Shangou said leisurely, "What if, after reincarnation, Elder Brother doesn't recognize us?"

This question had been discussed many times.

So when Jiang Shangou raised it again, it didn't cause any particular reaction, and they resumed their discussion.

But Celestial Wheel Lord Qin Fengyun, who was standing by the window looking at the mountain scenery, frowned, slightly turned his head, and looked at Jiang Shangou's face, his eyes filled with thought.

After a long while, he sat down.

Looking at the bell on Meng He's wrist, he sighed, "Does this bell still ring?"

Meng He respectfully replied, "It still rings. This was a gift from Uncle before I was born, and I've been wearing it for all these years."

Qin Fengyun slowly sat down.

He picked up his wine cup, drank it alone, and his eyes were deeply contemplative.

Then, he suddenly smiled and said, "It's really not easy for us brothers to gather like this. Now that we are all older, even our children have grown up. I am extremely pleased to have this reunion in the Heavenly Capital."

"I invite you all to stay in the Heavenly Capital for a while, to see the Heavenly Human Martial Academy that Luo Hao and I manage, and see if it has any of the old Elder Brother's style. Especially Chuxing and Hejun, the two of you should give us your feedback."

"Stay here... for a few days, how about that? And while we're at it, we can also closely observe the valor of the Xue Clan, the first martial family in the world, and the prowess of the renowned Fang Tu."

Qin Fengyun smiled and asked.

The brothers were taken aback, "Second Brother, are you serious?"

Qin Fengyun firmly decided, "Since everyone agrees, then it's settled! Each of you figure out a way to make time available."

Mi Wencheng spoke up, "Second Brother, I really have something important..."

Qin Fengyun's gaze sharpened, "Your wings have hardened? I can't command you anymore, Second Brother?"

"..."

Mi Wencheng quickly stood at attention, "Second Brother's orders, this younger brother will make it happen. Please calm your anger, Second Brother."

Qin Fengyun humphed, "I thought after all these years, you all have grown so much that even I, as your Second Brother, can't control you. If Big Brother were here, he probably couldn't manage you either. We invited you, and yet you all make excuses and hesitate!"

The group stood up together, even Meng Chuxing, the Shining Light Lord, sitting straight in his wheelchair, said, "Second Brother, please calm your anger. We will obey your command."

"You all seem so reluctant?"

"We are willing, we are willing. We are more than happy to do so. What's there to fear about a little delay..."

The brothers all wore a look of humility.

There was no other way; ever since Big Brother sacrificed himself to save his brothers and died heroically, over the years, the brothers' bond had grown stronger, and they were all concerned about each other's happiness.

At this moment, seeing Second Brother's anger, each of them felt a sense of fear and respect.

Qin Fengyun was finally satisfied and said, "These are my good brothers. Sit, let's drink."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Shangou intentionally.

This old fourth brother was definitely hiding something.

Qin Fengyun had interrogated him three times, but nothing was revealed. This time, he actually volunteered to watch the commotion.

He wasn't the type to enjoy such things.

The Xue Clan was indeed formidable, and Fang Tu was undoubtedly fierce, but these weren't reasons for Old Fourth to insist on watching the spectacle.

Qin Fengyun took a sip of wine.

In his heart, he wondered, what was the real reason?

...

The Celestial Capital was bustling with people.

Xue Fuxiao, the great elder, personally set the terms for the martial arts competition!

Victory was allowed, but defeat was forbidden for the Xue Clan! The Xue Clan faced this challenge like an impending enemy.

However, their opponent was the renowned Fang Tu, whose name shook the world, and whose martial arts could make even infants stop crying. According to the rules, both sides' cultivation levels had to be similar.

Could the Xue Clan win? This question lingered in many people's minds.

Betting booths were everywhere, and as long as you had money, you could place bets freely. If you won, no one would dare to renege on their debts.

The Shouhuozhongguo personally took charge of the betting for Xue Fuxiao, and this was a rare grand occasion.

The Xue Clan could only win, not lose. Since Fang Tu's debut, he had never been defeated by peers. This time, it was a clash of equals.

A meeting of rivals, a clash of talents.

However, the majority still believed that the Xue Clan had a higher chance of victory.

After all, Xue Fuxiao had spoken, and the pressure on the Xue Clan was unimaginable.

If they lost this battle, it would be equivalent to losing face for Xue Fuxiao as well.

Who in the Xue Clan could bear such responsibility? Therefore... the Xue Clan should win without a doubt.

Everyone chanted, "Fang Tu must win! There's no way Fang Tu can lose!"

"Bet on Fang Tu and get rich!"

But...

When it came to actually placing their bets, everyone placed them on the Xue Clan.

"I support Fang Tu in spirit!"

"I do too! I bet on the Xue Clan, but I believe Fang Tu will definitely win!"

The bets flooded in for the Xue Clan, and even the Shouhuozhongguo, who were hosting the bets, became anxious.

Initially, the odds were one-to-one, but after less than two hours, the official announcement changed the odds: bet on Fang Tu, get double your bet.

The officials adjusted the odds, with a clear intention to encourage bets on Fang Tu. Double your money, double your wealth! So, everyone started betting on the Xue Clan even more frenziedly.

The officials couldn't handle it and announced again: bet on Fang Tu, get triple your bet. How to dispel worries? Get rich quick! Right now, a fortune is just a decision away.

Everyone responded enthusiastically, and all bets were placed on the Xue Clan.

By now, the odds for Fang Tu had reached six-to-one.

There were still some who bet on Fang Tu's victory, but they were very few.

Were the officials treating everyone as fools? We gamblers all know that high odds on an underdog can lead to a fortune, but who would take the risk when you can win steadily? It's like holding three aces and being asked to bet on the opponent's hidden cards being a straight.

Some who had bet on the Xue Clan with one-to-one odds were already ecstatic: "I got one-to-one odds! Tonight, I'm treating everyone, let's drink!"

"I bet six-to-one, damn it... Let's drink, I'm buying!"

For years, the Xue Clan had quietly risen to become the top martial arts family in Shouhuozhongguo.

This battle had captured the attention of the entire world, and countless people in the martial arts world, good and bad, all wanted to witness the spectacle.

If the Xue Clan won, we would cheer as it was only natural, but if the Xue Clan lost... damn it, the Xue Clan must not lose!

I bet too much money!

Time passed slowly.

The next morning, it was the date set by Xue Fuxiao for the martial arts competition.

The Xue Clan finally released news.

The participant from the Xue Clan was Xue Yihong.

The news shocked the world.

Xue Yihong was the Xue Clan's first genius of the last generation, and the uncle of Xue Wanren.

Xue Yihong was born with a hundred meridians connected, a natural sword bone, and a natural sword heart.

The Grabbing Ceremony, disregarding all else, with a clear goal, he grasped the sword and wouldn't let go.

From then on, the sword never left his side.

With each level of cultivation, he would squeeze out every last drop, only breaking through after solidifying his foundation.

At every level, including the initial Martial Apprentice realm, he would only break through to the next level after completely suppressing his spiritual energy.

A Martial Warrior of the third rank could already challenge a Martial Master of the sixth rank, and a Martial Master could defeat a Primordial Sage. A King Rank of the first rank could already match a Venerable of the seventh rank.

A Venerable could defeat a Sage.

Now, his cultivation had reached the third rank of the Venerable Realm!

But countless people believed that a typical Sage, even at the peak of the Sage Realm, would no longer be a match for this Venerable of the third rank.

In the past, the friendship between the young righteous and evil geniuses was tested in battle. If it weren't for Xue Yihong being older and having a higher cultivation, this number one King in the world would have never been Fang Che's turn to defeat.

Xue Yihong's battle records were dazzling, and as a Venerable, he had already gone to the extreme cold lands guarded by the Xue family to fight against the Only Righteous Sect. In every battle, he would take the lead, only stopping after killing until his white clothes were completely dyed red with blood.

Many people were clear about Xue Yihong's goal: once he reached the Sage Realm, he would start to challenge the Cloud Sword Spectrum. If he succeeded, he would be the first person in the continent to challenge the Cloud Sword Spectrum successfully!

Opening a new chapter in history!

So, when the Xue family's chosen fighter was decided, the continent was in an uproar.

The gamblers rushed around, spreading the news, their faces filled with joy.

Xue Yihong's battle was a sure victory! As for Fang Tu...

Fang Tu's battle records were indeed awe-inspiring, but recently, rumors spread that the reason he could kill so many people was because a powerful figure was secretly protecting him.

So Fang Tu's battle prowess... was indeed very high.

If the opponent wasn't Xue Yihong, an equally unmatched and mighty peer, it wouldn't be a problem for Fang Tu to win. But now, facing Xue Yihong... if Fang Tu didn't die, it would already be Xue Yihong showing mercy.

"We've won!"

The world was in an uproar, and the gamblers cheered, as if it were the New Year.

Of course, there were also people who looked down on them and spoke ill of them: "How old is Xue Yihong? Over forty, and Fang Tu is only in his twenties... tsk, the Xue family is ruthless, but victory without martial prowess is meaningless."

But the person who spoke these words was criticized by even more people.

"You're talking about the Martial Realm, not age, when it comes to battles between the same rank! Your criticism is simply bizarre."

"Exactly, with money, winning is all that matters. Why are you saying such strange things?"

When the news came out that Xue Yihong from the Xue family was going to fight, Fang Tu's odds immediately skyrocketed to ten to one!

But no one placed a bet.

Even a mosquito is still meat; it's better than losing everything.

Such momentum.

Even the Guardian Headquarters felt the terror. If Fang Tu were to lose, he would truly cause the Guardians to lose a huge sum.

There were too many people placing bets!

But there were also several mysterious large bets, betting on Fang Tu's victory.

Billions upon billions were wagered.

All eyes were on them.

Countless people were asking: Has Fang Tu arrived?

Isn't Fang Tu here yet?

What's going on? Could it be that he's afraid to fight?

Everyone was eagerly awaiting. It was as if they were watching piles of gold rushing from the sky, quickly flying into our pockets."

Finally.

On this afternoon.

At the south gate of the Heavenly Capital, a figure in white like snow appeared, drifting in.

The Xue family had arrived.

The gamblers cheered, their voices shaking the clouds, and the Xue family entered the city, welcomed by the entire city.

Among the Xue family's team, there was a hidden sharp sword aura in the air, advancing with them, as if cutting through the sky's cloud layer.

And upon closer inspection, this sword aura followed a tall and slender youth, slowly moving forward.

His body was thin, his figure tall, his face handsome, cold and sharp, with an aura of coldness. Wherever he passed, the cold intent was oppressive.

It was indeed Xue Yihong.

The sword hadn't left its sheath, and he hadn't made a move, but the sword aura was already soaring into the sky.

The gamblers' confidence grew stronger.

This was undoubtedly the aura of a future high-level expert in the Cloud Sword Spectrum!

And among those who came from the Xue family, there were several powerful figures, pillars of the Xue family, and a few elders with white hair and beards.

Clearly, the Xue family attached great importance to this battle.

Xue Yiren was also in the team, with the lowest status.

If it weren't for him setting the terms of the battle last year, this time, it wouldn't be his turn.

Looking at the elders' solemn and serious expressions, Xue Yiren sighed in his heart, feeling anxious.

His heart was pounding like a beating drum.

Xue Fuxiao personally gave the order, and the Xue family directly used all their strength.

They couldn't afford to lose!

It was a matter of the elders' face.

If they lost this battle, it would be a catastrophe for the Xue family. The consequences would be so severe that no one dared to imagine them.

The Xue family acted urgently, and high-level experts from the Cloud Sword Spectrum tore through space to bring back Xue Yihong for the battle.

They must win!

When the Xue family entered the Heavenly Capital, it was already afternoon, and the setting sun cast a brilliant glow.

After the Xue family entered the city.

The twilight was brief, and the night suddenly descended, like a huge black curtain, slowly covering the Heavenly Capital.

At the moment when darkness completely enveloped the city.

A dark shadow appeared alone on the road outside the Heavenly Capital.

His face was handsome, his figure tall, and he wore a black robe, dark gold patterns, and ten-star spirit boots.

A long sword hung from his waist, and he carried nothing else, not even a travel bag. His entire being exuded not a hint of aura.

Arriving at the city gate, he registered his name.

"Name?"

"Fang Che!"

"Fang Tu?" The gatekeeper was taken aback.

In an instant, the area around the city gate erupted into chaos, with people and horses tumbling. Countless onlookers stared wide-eyed, some in disbelief.

Is this Fang Tu? Thinking of the Snow Family's grand entrance into the city, they compared it to Fang Che's unassuming arrival...

The contrast was like heaven and earth.

Fang Che spoke indifferently, "What? Is there someone pretending to be me now?"

"No, no, haha, please come in, Captain Fang."

Fang Che nodded, took the pass, and strolled into the city.

As he revisited the familiar place, he noticed that it seemed even more crowded than when he had visited the year before.

The streets were bustling with people, every spot resembling a bustling market.

Many chatted as they walked, while others engaged in lively discussions at roadside teahouses and taverns. Most of their conversations centered around the recent battle between Fang Xue and the Snow King.

Fang Che headed straight for the Guardian Hall.

As he approached his destination...

He suddenly noticed a win-loss stand not far ahead.

Fang Che's eyes lit up with mischief, and he decided to join the queue.

Finally, it was his turn.

"Who are you betting on?" The bookmaker didn't even bother to look up.

"Xue Yihong."

"As expected, another bet on Xue Yihong. How much?"

"One hundred million!"

"What? How much did you say?" The bookmaker was startled, glancing up at Fang Che's youthful appearance, and asked suspiciously, "One hundred million?"

Fang Che slapped down a stack of silver notes, "I'm buying!"

"Alright!"

The surrounding onlookers stared in awe as Fang Che placed a bet of one hundred million... What kind of family did he come from?

Just as the bookmaker was issuing the receipt...

An attendant from the Guardian Hall arrived, "Captain Fang, we heard you entered the city, but we've been searching for you for a long time... Are you betting on... yourself to win?"

"No, I'm betting on Xue Yihong."

Fang Che shook his head.

The attendant from the Guardian Hall was bewildered, "Who are you betting on? Xue Yihong? How... How much did you bet?"

"One hundred million."

Fang Che took the receipt and said, "Just earning some pocket money. Why are you making that face? Is it strange?"

"..."

The attendant from the Guardian Hall was completely flustered.

He had seen people who boosted their enemies' morale and dampened their own, but Fang Tu's actions were a bit too much.

Betting on his own defeat against his opponent and earning pocket money? What kind of mischievous move was this?

"Captain Fang, let's go. The Hall Lords have been waiting for a long time."

"Okay, okay."

Fang Che put the receipt in his pocket and followed the attendant.

In fact, from the moment the attendant addressed him as 'Captain Fang', the area around the win-loss stand, within a radius of several dozen meters, fell silent.

Everyone stared with bewildered expressions, their minds wandering elsewhere. They couldn't believe their eyes, ears, or even their own minds.

What did I just see? Fang Tu betting on his own defeat? And for pocket money? What kind of divine logic is this? And he bet one hundred million! But on second thought, if he loses, he'll still profit by ten million. That's easy money! But upon further reflection, it made sense: in this situation, even if Fang Tu could win, would he dare to?

This was Elder Xue Fuxiao's strict order!

Even the win-loss stand attendant was left dumbfounded.

Was I just dreaming? Fang Tu's figure had already disappeared into the crowd...

Suddenly, everyone rushed forward, shouting, "I'll raise the bet! Hurry, take my bet!"

"I want to raise too!"

"Don't stop me, I'll sell these treasures and raise the bet!"

"I'll sell my house to raise the bet!"

"Line up, line up... Keep order, no pushing!"

"..."

Fang Che arrived at the Guardian Hall, where the Hall Lords and Deputy Hall Lords greeted him warmly, but he remained cold and distant, unmoved by their hospitality—he had to set the stage for Elder Sun's impersonation.

When the Guardian Hall offered to host a welcoming banquet, Fang Che refused without hesitation.

The Guardian Hall's Hall Lord, Miao Weide, was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. His expression turned sour.

"Captain Fang, it's just a welcoming banquet, not a big deal. We're colleagues, and this lack of courtesy is a bit disrespectful, isn't it?" Miao Weide forced himself.

But Fang Che immediately began to reorganize the Guardian Hall, and he couldn't afford to show weakness. If he gave in now, how could Elder Sun start his work?

Fang Che grew colder, "I'll rest for the night and head to the Heavenly Human Martial Academy tomorrow."

"As you wish."

"Just leave me alone."

"Please don't disturb my rest. It's crucial before the battle. If I lose because of this, can you bear the responsibility?"

Fang Che's unreasonable behavior finally provoked the Hall Lords.

Miao Weide's face darkened, and he left in a huff, "Fine, Captain Fang, do as you please!"

(End of Chapter)

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