119: Did you win? If you win

“Good!”

The surrounding Disciples immediately cheered!

This cheer was naturally not for Golden Great Harvest, but for Oriental Heng!

A Prodigy in the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment fighting a Golden Core Eighth Stage Cultivator!

Not only did he retreat unscathed, but he also severely wounded his opponent.

Such a record, though a loss, was still glorious!

Oriental Heng raised his hand to the Disciples:

“Just lucky, just lucky.”

The cheers of the Disciples grew louder, and the surrounding Disciples voluntarily made a small path for Oriental Heng, allowing him to pass.

At the end of the path, Qianqiu and a few others waited with smiles on their faces.

Looking at this scene, an outsider might think they were welcoming a victorious general.

On the contrary, the victor, Golden Great Harvest, stood blankly on the arena.

His body covered in fresh blood made him appear exceptionally disheveled.

In comparison, it was as if he was the loser.

Looking at Oriental Heng’s retreating figure, he somewhat doubted life, muttering to himself:

“Why, why is it like this?”

Did he win? Yes, he won.

Just then, the Chief Elder appeared and announced the match result:

“Arena One, Golden Great Harvest wins!”

With that, he waved his hand, and a gentle Magical Power sent the disoriented Golden Great Harvest off the arena.

“Next group, prepare.”

The initial battle between Oriental Heng and Golden Great Harvest completely ignited the atmosphere of this Grand Competition.

One dazzling battle after another.

Most of the Disciples who had already competed did not leave, but chose to continue watching.

They attempted to memorize everyone’s moves to avoid being flustered when encountering others.

On the grand hall at the mountaintop, the Elder who had bet on Oriental Heng had a grim expression.

Those who hadn't bet felt fortunate.

However, they didn't say much about it; the strength Oriental Heng displayed was already comparable to that of an ordinary Golden Core Disciple.

It wasn’t that our side was too incompetent, but rather that the opponent was too formidable.

The happiest of all was Zhao Chi.

The Spirit Stones he won from Oriental Heng alone were almost the sum of all other Disciples combined.

Indeed, fortune favors the bold!

Opportunity and risk coexist!

Gu Liangyuan looked at the overjoyed Zhao Chi and chuckled softly.

The leeks have grown well, it's time to harvest them.

Even with ten arenas, the Disciples’ battles began in the morning and only barely concluded when night fell.

Some rejoiced, others despaired.

Some, with strong cultivation, had hopes for the top ten, yet encountered a strong contender for the championship and left with regret.

Others, with mediocre strength, met a weaker Disciple and luckily advanced.

As the Black-Robed Elder announced battles would resume tomorrow, the Disciples dispersed to rest and recuperate.

Just then, a Cultivator dressed as an Elder entered the grand hall on the mountaintop.

He waved his hand, and the list on the wall was directly torn off, replaced with a new one.

This new list contained one thousand five hundred and eight names.

The remaining eight were eight empty slots.

Just like last time, the names of the successful Disciples were all on it.

Gu Liangyuan searched from the bottom up and quickly found the names of Qianqiu and the others.

Unlike before, the odds for the four of them had decreased, dropping directly from five to two.

Zhao Chi stood up and cupped his hands to the crowd:

“Everyone, this list has been re-evaluated by me based on the performance of the Disciples below in this round.”

“Besides the change in odds, the betting rules have also changed slightly.”

“This time, the betting period is three hours, and betting will stop one hour before the drawing of lots begins.”

“Everyone, please proceed.”

Everyone understood that Zhao Chi had been scared by the previous incident of betting on Oriental Heng, which was why he added an early cutoff.

However, no one had any objections to this.

This time, I must reclaim everything I lost!

Judging by Oriental Heng’s performance, the Disciples of Forget-Love Peak should all be strong.

This time, I can bet!

Thinking this, everyone’s gaze followed the list.

They quickly found the names of Qianqiu and the others, but seeing the odds of only two behind them, they hesitated again.

Before, it was five times the odds, now it’s only two times…

Qianqiu and the others were lucky to draw an empty slot the first time, would they be so lucky again the second time?

If it was like Oriental Heng, wouldn’t their Spirit Stones still be wasted?

Two times the odds, it seemed a bit not worth the gamble.

Perhaps, wait and see?

Betting on Dragon Chen and the others seemed more reliable.

Some hesitated for a moment, then took out their Storage Pouch and placed it on the gambling table:

“Bet on Dragon Chen.”

As if a chain reaction had been triggered, the others also took out their Storage Pouches to bet on Dragon Chen, Li Yi, and other favorites to win the championship.

They couldn't afford to lose; these people were more reliable.

After most people had placed their bets, Gu Liangyuan walked over with the various Peak Masters.

Four Storage Pouches were placed on the gambling table:

“Four Disciples, five million each.”

Hiss!

Some Sect Masters of weaker sects were a bit startled to hear Gu Liangyuan’s words.

They had thought Gu Liangyuan would know when to quit, but he didn’t even blink and placed the bet.

Twenty million Top-Grade Spirit Stones was an astronomical figure for them.

A single Top-Grade Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact only cost a few thousand to ten thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

Twenty million, that was two to three thousand Heavenly Rank Magical Artifacts!

The sects able to participate in this Ten Thousand Sects Assembly were all well-known major sects in the Eastern Continent, with at least a Void Refining Cultivator overseeing them.

Even if they pooled all their resources, not many could instantly produce twenty million Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

It could be described as a heaven-shaking gamble!

Are you really that confident in your Disciples?

The people from the other six peaks felt intimidated seeing Gu Liangyuan’s immense gesture.

They were not as confident in Qianqiu and the others as Gu Liangyuan was.

After some thought, each of them took out four hundred thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones and placed them.

Anyway, these four hundred thousand were pure profit, so losing them wouldn't hurt.

Yang Qiong, however, had walked over at some point, took out four million Top-Grade Spirit Stones, and threw them down:

“Four Disciples of Forget-Love Peak, one million each.”

Gu Liangyuan looked up and saw Yang Qiong smiling sweetly at her:

“I believe you.”

Gu Liangyuan returned a slight smile:

“I won’t let you down.”

Zhao Chi, having gained great confidence after the Oriental Heng incident, accepted all bets, recording them one by one.

Listening to their conversation, a small portion of people also followed Gu Liangyuan and placed small bets.

Most people, however, still chose the more reliable favorites.

The next day, the morning sun rose again.

After a night of rest, most of the Disciples who were injured in yesterday’s battles had recovered fully.

The Black-Robed Elder stepped forward, gave another round of instructions, and then began today’s drawing of lots.

Today, there were even more Disciples watching than yesterday.

The attention of these watching Disciples was all focused on Qianqiu and the others.

They wanted to know the results of the Forget-Love Peak Disciples’ drawing of lots today, and if they would still draw an empty slot.

The same was true for everyone inside the grand hall.

The normally unremarkable drawing of lots managed to stir the emotions of everyone present.

This time, Qianqiu and the four of them did not line up in the middle as they did yesterday, but went directly to the very end of the line.

As the drawing progressed, the long line of Disciples continuously shortened, and when the long line shortened to one-third, the first empty slot appeared!

Everyone was familiar with the Disciple who obtained this empty slot; it was none other than the Wuji Peak’s chief Disciple, Dragon Chen!

A rare smile appeared on Dragon Chen’s cold face:

“It seems my luck is also good.”