115: I want to hear you call me Master's Wife!

No matter what their mood, the gambling above did not affect the progress of the competition below.

Under the watchful eyes of all, a Black-Robed Elder landed on one of the high platforms and spoke loudly to the waiting Disciples below:

"The rules of this Grand Competition, I presume you have all heard of them."

"Do I need to elaborate further?"

All the Disciples shouted:

"No need."

The Black-Robed Elder nodded with satisfaction:

"Then I shall explain it thoroughly."

The Disciples: ...

Are you playing with us?

You asked an unnecessary question!

The Black-Robed Elder ignored the Disciples' resentful gazes and slowly began:

"The rules of the Grand Competition are very simple. There are a total of three thousand and eight people on the field."

"Later, I will prepare three thousand number plates. Each plate will be engraved with numbers from one to one thousand five. Anyone who draws the same number will be opponents."

"Then, you will line up according to the numerical order, with number one fighting first, followed by number two, number three, and so on."

"Everyone, do you understand?"

One Disciple, confused, asked:

"Elder, what about the remaining eight spots?"

The Black-Robed Elder smiled:

"These eight number plates are blank plates. Those who receive a blank plate do not need to compete and will directly advance to the next round!"

As soon as the Black-Robed Elder said this, the field immediately erupted in discussion, not understanding what he meant.

"Silence!"

The two words were uttered like the sound of a Great Lu bell, echoing through the valley and making people's ears buzz.

After the discussions ceased, the Black-Robed Elder then said:

"The path of cultivation is long and arduous. For a Cultivator to achieve Immortal Ascension and become an ancestor, Luck, perseverance, and talent are all indispensable."

"Luck is also a type of talent."

"These blank plates are prepared for those with great Luck."

"There will be eight rounds in this Grand Competition, and one blank plate will be removed in each round until the top ten are born, and there will still be one blank plate."

"The tenth-place prize in this Grand Competition is a top-grade Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact."

"If your Luck is Heaven-Defying, you might even make it into the top ten without participating in a single battle!"

The Disciples suddenly understood. So that's how it is.

The Black-Robed Elder continued:

"There are ten arenas on the field. Numbers one to ten will begin simultaneously. As soon as any arena battle ends, the next person will immediately step up. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The Black-Robed Elder nodded slightly, flipped his hand, and took out a lottery box, placing it in front of him.

Although this box was not large, it contained its own universe, more than enough to hold over three thousand number plates.

Furthermore, it had the ability to block Divine Sense, so no one could interfere.

"According to the order, come and draw lots."

Thus, over three thousand Disciples began to line up and draw lots.

Qianqiu and the others were also in the queue.

Jun Ao Zhi pouted:

"It's not that I'm complaining, but your Ten Thousand Sects Assembly is too stingy. Only a Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact is rewarded for the top ten, and you don't even see a Spirit Treasure until the top three."

The other four also nodded in agreement.

Except for Oriental Heng, who joined the peak later, which of them didn't have two or three Heavenly Rank Magical Artifacts in their possession?

They really looked down on this small reward.

Qianqiu, whose face was veiled by thin gauze, spoke:

"We're not here for the rewards; we're mainly here to make a name for ourselves."

"If we perform excellently, Revered Master will have his own rewards for us when we return."

Hearing Qianqiu's words, the other few recalled Gu Liangyuan's promise.

"Whoever can enter the top five, I will unconditionally grant one request of yours."

Gu Liangyuan himself didn't realize what kind of motivation his casual remark had given them.

Jun Ao Zhi wanted Little Red, and Mo Chen wanted a defensive Spirit Treasure, as his small skirt was a bit too embarrassing.

However, the ones who most eagerly desired Gu Liangyuan's request were Qianqiu and Song Xianer.

Want Magic Treasure?

Want Spirit Treasure?

Too small!

The ambition is too small!

I want you to call me Martial Aunt!

Although Oriental Heng didn't particularly want anything, he also didn't want to disappoint Gu Liangyuan.

The thoughts of the five were unknown to others. The Due Holy Land Disciples behind them listened to their conversation with complex emotions.

I'm going to fight it out with you rich people!

Is a Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact... weak?

For a Personal Disciple, a Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact is considered a life-saving measure!

Yet, in your mouths, it's treated with such disdain.

Hmm, the clothes they're wearing look a bit familiar.

Forget-Love Peak Personal Disciples?

Oh, then never mind.

This Disciple, in a fit of anger, just got angry for a moment.

He turned his head away, adopting an "Invisible" approach to keep his mind clear.

The speed at which everyone drew lots was extremely fast. In the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, one-third of the Disciples had finished drawing, and it was soon Qianqiu and the others' turn.

However, surprisingly, not a single one of the eight blank plates had appeared.

Qianqiu stood at the very front, extended her slender hand, and drew a number plate.

Turning it over, she saw that the plate was completely blank.

The Black-Robed Elder smiled and said to Qianqiu:

"You've drawn a blank plate. You'll be empty for the first round and directly advance."

Qianqiu caressed the number plate in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"It seems my Luck is pretty good."

The appearance of the first blank plate naturally caused a stir in the crowd!

"What good fortune, truly good fortune!"

"I'm so envious. While others are fighting for their lives on the field, she directly advances."

"Hmm, this person looks a bit familiar to me."

"Isn't that Martial Aunt from Forget-Love Peak?"

"Oh, yes, now that you mention it, I remember. I even went to the Forget-Love Peak's Disciple-acceptance ceremony back then."

"This person was originally just a Mortal handyman, but she was favored by Senior Grand-Uncle, had her Spiritual Root Awakened, and ascended to the heavens in one step, becoming a Holy Land Personal Disciple."

"It's not surprising that someone with such Luck would draw a blank plate."

Some people, confused, began to inquire about the details.

After learning about Qianqiu's past, everyone was filled with emotion.

As expected of someone with great Luck, this blank plate rightfully belongs to her!

In the grand hall on the mountain peak, everyone's gaze collectively turned to Gu Liangyuan.

No way, you encountered this too?

Think about Qianqiu's odds, they were five!

If they had followed with a hundred thousand just now, they would have directly received five hundred thousand!

If they had bet their entire fortune, their fortune would have directly quintupled!

If they had borrowed some Spirit Stone and bet that too, it would have nearly tenfold!

Rounding up, they directly lost a Sect treasure vault!

I hate it!

Why didn't I think of following along and betting just now!

Gu Liangyuan still had a few Disciples to bet on, but the chances of drawing such a blank plate were too, too small.

It was too late to bet now.

Gu Liangyuan wore a faint smile on his face, appearing very composed.

Although Qianqiu drawing a blank plate was unexpected, it made sense upon reflection.

After all, Qianqiu had the "Boundless Fortune" Luck trait!

Gu Liangyuan took a few steps to Zhao Chi's front, extended his hand faintly, and said nothing more.

The meaning was very clear, just two words:

"Money!"

With five times the odds, Gu Liangyuan alone bet one million.

Qianqiu's advancement was already secure, meaning five million was in hand.

The capital was back!

The Lords of the other six peaks also had their eyes light up and gathered around Zhao Chi.

They had only intended to support Gu Liangyuan, but they didn't expect such an unexpected gain!

Seeing this, Zhao Chi, though his heart ached a little, maintained a calm expression.

Since he dared to set up such a large operation, he could afford this amount of money.

Moreover, he hadn't lost; he just hadn't made money from Gu Liangyuan.

Gu Liangyuan still had four Disciples. Why should those four Foundation Establishment Cultivators win?

I don't believe that every single one of them can draw a blank plate!