155: Chapter 155 Tongbao Money Shop, Hao Shuang.

The next day.

The sky was faintly bright; a sliver of dawn light pierced through the thin mist, spilling over the courtyard that had just experienced a night of "craziness."

In the kitchen, the aroma of tempting Spirit Rice porridge drifted out.

Mu Wanqing wore a simple apron, her ink-black hair tied loosely behind her head. The cold, aloof expression she usually wore was gone from her beautiful face.

It was replaced by a gentle, wifely tenderness, even carrying a faint, lingering blush.

She skillfully placed several exquisite side dishes on the stone table, then moved with lotus steps to gently call her sister and Qin Feng to eat.

Beside the stone table, Qin Feng sat firmly, looking refreshed. His violent Heavenly Tyrant Body qi and blood meant that even after a hard night, he was still full of vigor, his deep eyes shining with spirit.

Sitting opposite him, Mu Siyao rested her chin on her hand, her alluring peach-blossom eyes darting back and forth between Qin Feng and her sister.

Watching Mu Wanqing, who was lowering her head to sip porridge, her every movement exuding a stunning, mature woman's charm, Mu Siyao hooked the corner of her mouth into a mischievous smile.

She finally couldn't help but lean in, lowering her voice to say: "Sister, you really are sturdy and durable!!!"

"Pfft—!"

The incredibly fierce words almost made Mu Wanqing spray out the Spirit Rice porridge in her mouth.

"Bah… what are you saying…"

Her neck turned completely red in an instant, as if it could drip blood. She glared at her sister reproachfully, her beautiful cheeks burning, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

"Haha, let's eat, let's eat."

Qin Feng laughed heartily, picking up a piece of Spirit Beast meat and putting it into Mu Wanqing's bowl, his eyes domineering yet doting, "Eat more, build up your strength."

"Feng… you… you should eat more too…" Mu Wanqing's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, her head lowered, acting as obedient as a tame kitten.

Time passed in this warm and stable atmosphere...

However, outside this small courtyard.

The entire Hehuan Sect Outer Sect was already completely boiling over because of the upcoming Life-and-Death Arena, almost ready to explode!

"Have you heard? That Qin Feng who just crawled up from the Servant District actually dares to face Senior Brother Gou Dongxi on the Life-and-Death Arena!"

"That's simply like lighting a lantern in a latrine—looking for death! Senior Brother Gou is a genuine Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouse. Crushing a Qi Refinement Stage ant like him is easier than crushing an actual ant!"

"I heard it's because Qin Feng killed Senior Brother Gou's younger brother, Gou Changgen. Senior Brother Gou has declared that he will crush that kid's bones inch by inch on the arena!"

"Heh, whatever, it's a one-sided slaughter anyway. The Tongbao Bank in the trading area has already opened the betting. Let's go, let's go place our bets. Free Spirit Stone is free money!"

...

Amidst various noises and discussions.

Qin Feng, wearing a black robe, with his hands behind his back, walked with a leisurely pace to the most prosperous trading area of the Outer Sect.

From afar, he saw an imposing, magnificent building standing in the center of the street, with four large characters written in a flying dragon and phoenix style on the plaque—Tongbao Bank.

Outside the bank, it was already crowded with people. Countless Outer Sect Disciples were waving their Storage Pouches filled with Low-Grade Spirit Stones, frantically crowding in front of the betting stalls.

Qin Feng scanned it casually and saw the huge, conspicuous crystal light screen standing outside the door, with blinding odds scrolling on it:

[Qin Feng killed in one move, odds 100 to 1.]

[Qin Feng killed in three moves, odds 50 to 1!]

[Qin Feng survives five moves, odds 1 to 1!]

[Qin Feng survives ten moves, odds 1 to 10!]

All the odds were almost entirely set around how long Qin Feng could last.

As for the odds of Qin Feng winning, it wasn't written at all. Or rather, in the eyes of the bookmaker and everyone else, this was simply an impossible event.

"They really look down on people."

Qin Feng rubbed his chin, a playful sneer flashing in his eyes, and he pushed past the crowd, striding into the gate of Tongbao Bank.

Inside the bank, a manager with a handlebar mustache and shrewd eyes was sitting behind the counter, fiddling with an abacus.

This person was named Manager Fu An, the chief manager of Tongbao Bank.

"Clap!"

Qin Feng reached out and tapped the counter twice, asking indifferently: "I bet on Qin Feng to win. What are the odds?!"

The noisy hall became eerily quiet for a moment because of this sentence.

Countless gazes, like looking at an idiot, fell squarely on Qin Feng.

Manager Fu An raised his head, looked him up and down, and seeing that the person was dressed plainly and his cultivation was only Qi Refining Level 7, a thick disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Are you crazy about trying to pick up scraps?"

Manager Fu An sneered, waved his hand impatiently, and replied as if shooing away a beggar: "Fine, if you want to dream, I'll grant it to you. Bet on Qin Feng winning, the odds are 1 to 100!"

"1 to 100?"

Qin Feng shook his head slightly, a playful arc hooking the corner of his mouth, and then asked again:

"Then what if… I bet that Qin Feng kills Senior Brother Gou Dongxi within ten moves? What are the odds then?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a burst of uproarious laughter erupted all around.

"Hahaha! Did this kid get water in his brain?"

"Kill the Foundation Establishment Stage Senior Brother Gou Dongxi within ten moves? Does he think Qin Feng is a genius Disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage?!"

Hearing such an unreasonable inquiry, Manager Fu An's face instantly darkened. He slammed the table and scolded:

"Kid, are you here to cause trouble on purpose?!"

"There is no such bet! And such a thing cannot happen! Do you think this is a broken gambling den in the mortal world where you can talk nonsense?!"

"Someone, chase this madman who doesn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth out for me. Don't delay other Senior Brothers from making a fortune!"

Following Manager Fu An's order, several burly, fierce-looking thugs immediately rushed out from both sides, looking ready to take action against Qin Feng.

"Slow down."

Qin Feng didn't change his expression, and his eyes didn't even flicker.

He looked at Manager Fu An coldly, his tone flat yet carrying a heart-palpitating pressure:

"I will leave on my own."

"Since your Tongbao Bank can't afford to play this kind of bet, just say so. Open for business, why be like this? It's really disappointing."

After saying that, Qin Feng turned around and prepared to walk away without hesitation.

"Wait—!"

Just then, a gentle, seductive, yet undeniably authoritative voice suddenly sounded leisurely from the carved staircase on the second floor of the bank.

Everyone in the hall looked in the direction of the sound, their breathing involuntarily quickening a bit.

Only to see the person coming was a mature, extremely curvaceous and hot beauty.

She wore a bright red high-slit brocade robe, outlining those ripe curves to the fullest. In her hand, she held an exquisite folding fan, and with every step she took, it swayed with astonishing waves that made people dizzy.

Her appearance was excellent, and her temperament was enchanting yet shrewd.

It was precisely the proprietress of this Tongbao Bank—Proprietress Hao Shuang!

"Proprietress!"

"Greetings, Senior Sister Hao!"

Everyone bowed respectfully, and Manager Fu An also hurriedly lowered his head and retreated to the side.

Proprietress Hao Shuang fanned herself with the folding fan, her watery eyes looking at Qin Feng with interest, her red lips parting slightly, smilingly saying:

"Little brother, that's not the right way to put it. My Tongbao Bank has been open in this Outer Sect trading area for decades, and we have never had the words 'can't afford to play'."

She walked to the counter, closed the folding fan with a "snap," stared at Qin Feng with burning eyes, and replied:

"Since you want to play something exciting, this sister will grant it to you."

"If Qin Feng can kill Senior Brother Gou Dongxi within ten moves, my Tongbao Bank will offer odds of 1 to 1000!"

"Hiss—"

The whole place gasped. 1 to 1000, this was simply crazy odds that could make people bankrupt and also make people rich overnight!

However, facing such exaggerated odds, Qin Feng didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He stared straight at Proprietress Hao Shuang with his deep black eyes, still using that calm, emotionless tone, and asked another question: "What about within three moves?"