159: Chapter 159 Bet

"Host, this time it only costs 100,000!"

As soon as the voice fell, the System transformed into a beautiful figure.

It landed beside Xiang Tian.

Mimicking Yue Lin, it affectionately wrapped its arms around one of his arms.

"Did my 100,000 face-slapping points get blown here by the wind?" Xiang Tian rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Xiang Tian, who are you talking to?" Beside him, Yue Lin immediately knitted her delicate brows.

Xiang Tian felt a pang of panic and was instantly ashamed.

He had been so engrossed in chatting with the System that he had completely forgotten Yue Lin was by his side.

He hurriedly found a lame excuse: "Yue Lin, perhaps I was just too worried about the battle, and I misspoke."

"Is that so?" Yue Lin looked at him skeptically.

"Muah!"

Xiang Tian couldn't be bothered to explain further.

He planted a kiss on her smooth cheek.

"You…" A layer of crimson instantly stained Yue Lin's cheeks.

Seeing her shy appearance, a smile rippled in the depths of Xiang Tian's eyes.

He asked the System again: "How do you plan to use these 100,000 points? Look over there, several Old Ancestors can barely hold on."

The System's gaze swept across the tragic battlefield in the distance.

It fixed on the Demon Race powerhouse, Xiang Jue.

"Hmm… We can exchange for a Formation."

It paused, then added.

"However, it requires eight Saint Realm powerhouses to serve as the Formation eyes."

"What? I spend 100,000 points, and you can't even handle him directly?" Xiang Tian immediately furrowed his brows.

"Host, this is a possessed Demon Race entity from the Myriad Worlds; it's not on the same level as those cats and dogs on the Lingyun Continent."

The System also rolled its eyes.

"To deal with an existence of this level, points start at a million. 100,000 is already the bare minimum."

"But where am I supposed to find eight Saints?" Xiang Tian's expression instantly darkened, as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Rest assured, with this System here."

The System's eyes instantly lit up like two precise radars, rapidly scanning the surroundings.

"According to the scan, seven Saint Realm powerhouses have already been detected nearby."

"Then we're still missing one!" Xiang Tian's brows furrowed even tighter.

The hope that had just risen faded a bit.

"That black Dragon, its physical strength is comparable to a Saint, so it can barely count as one."

"The effect will just be slightly worse, but it won't affect the overall situation."

"What kind of crappy Formation is this! Not only did it cost me 100,000 points, but it can't completely solve the problem, and you can't even gather enough Formation eyes?" Xiang Tian was so angry that the veins on his forehead were popping.

"Host, at this point, do you have any other choice?"

"This System could take you and escape directly, but can you take your woman with you?"

Xiang Tian's face turned green and white.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Very well, you really know how to manipulate people. Deduct the points yourself!"

"Ding—Host has consumed 100,000 face-slapping points and successfully exchanged for the Eight Trigrams Demon-Exterminating Formation!"

As soon as the System's prompt ended, eight jet-black Formation Flags silently appeared in the System space.

Xiang Tian touched his chin, "My status is low, and those Old Ancestors are all arrogant; they might not listen to my arrangements to set up the Formation."

As he spoke, his gaze landed on Yue Lin.

He straightened his posture slightly, shedding his usual playful demeanor.

"Yue Lin, do you trust me?"

Yue Lin lifted her flushed cheeks and nodded vigorously.

"Mm! Of course I trust you."

"I have a Formation here that requires you to lead and coordinate with the other Old Ancestors to set it up." Xiang Tian pressed both hands on Yue Lin's shoulders and instructed her solemnly.

"But remember, do not say that it was a Formation I gave you, otherwise they definitely won't cooperate."

"This Formation… can it really deal with the Demon Race?" Yue Lin became a bit more suspicious.

After all, this matter concerned everyone's lives.

"You have to trust me; I would never harm you." Xiang Tian said seriously.

His tone shifted slightly, "Besides, you haven't engaged in Dual Cultivation with me yet; how could I bear to let anything happen to you?"

Yue Lin's cheeks flushed even redder from what he said, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Alright, leave it to me!"

She paused, then furrowed her brows again.

She asked with confusion, "But the Formation requires eight Formation eyes. Counting the Old Ancestors on my side, we are still two short. What should we do?"

"Take Xiao Hei with you, and summon Ancestor Ouyang, and won't that be enough?" Xiang Tian said with a smile.

He waved his hand and moved Xiao Hei out of the System space.

Yue Lin looked up and down at the pitch-black Xiao Hei in front of her.

"I know he is a True Dragon, but with his current strength, will it really work?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei immediately furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean by that? Why wouldn't I be able to do it?"

"Slap!"

Xiang Tian slapped the back of Xiao Hei's head.

His expression instantly darkened, and he sternly scolded, "How are you talking to her? This is your Matriarch!"

Xiao Hei felt the pain and immediately cowered.

He hurriedly cupped his hands in a salute to Yue Lin.

He said respectfully, "Uh? Yes, this subordinate was wrong. I will listen to everything the Matriarch orders."

Yue Lin couldn't help but chuckle and nodded.

Immediately, she circulated her spiritual power and sent a message to Ancestor Ouyang.

At this moment!

The battlefield not far away was already tragic beyond words.

"Bang!"

Several more Old Ancestors were knocked flying by Xiang Jue.

Everyone was bruised and swollen, with withered auras.

Just then, Xiang Tian and the others flew over, stepping on spiritual power, and landed at the edge of the battlefield.

"Hmm? A True Dragon?" Xiang Jue's gaze was instantly attracted to Xiao Hei, his eyes gleaming.

The hand that was about to descend, ready to completely slaughter the Old Ancestors, stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Xiang Tian suppressed the tension in his heart and spoke with feigned calmness.

"That's right, he is a True Dragon. But unfortunately, he has already been claimed by me."

"Claimed?" The wrinkles between Xiang Jue's brows instantly deepened.

Such a rare True Dragon had actually been claimed by a lowly Cultivator in the Martial Emperor Realm.

"He has indeed been claimed." Xiang Tian said in a calm tone, slowly casting the bait.

"However, as long as you make a bet with me, I will transfer the True Dragon's contract to you."

Xiang Jue was a ruthless Demon Race powerhouse; to say he wasn't afraid would be a lie.

But at this point!

For the sake of everyone's lives, and for his own future happy life.

He had to take a gamble.

"Hmm? Do you have the qualifications to negotiate conditions with me?" Xiang Jue sneered, his face revealing thick disdain.

"You are just an ant in the Martial Emperor Realm; how dare you negotiate conditions in front of this King?"

Xiang Tian's face remained calm, but deep down, his nerves were already taut.

He gripped Yue Lin's hand tightly, "I am a Cultivator with low strength, yet I dare to make a bet with you. Could it be that you, a Demon Race powerhouse who traverses the Myriad Worlds, dare not?"

Yue Lin could clearly feel the cold sweat on his palm and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.

She quietly transmitted a trace of warmth to him using her spiritual power.

"Hahaha! What a sharp-tongued little guy, you are very brave!" Xiang Jue laughed loudly.

"So what if this King agrees? A little Human Race Cultivator dares to negotiate with this King; if I don't agree, it would make this King seem petty!"

As soon as the voice fell, an aged figure flew in from the horizon.

He cupped his hands and asked, "Queen of Dayue, you summoned this old man; I wonder what the matter is?"

Yue Lin did not delay any longer.

She hurriedly explained the situation of the Demon Race descending and the urgent need to set up a Formation to resist the enemy to Ancestor Ouyang.

"What? The Demon Race has descended?" Ancestor Ouyang's expression changed suddenly, his face full of guilt.

"It's all my fault for being careless and closing my senses; I didn't know such a big thing had happened!"

His gaze swept over the bruised and swollen Old Ancestors present.

He hurriedly asked with concern, "Old friends, are you all okay?"

Ancestor Qin snorted coldly, "It's fine, we won't die."

Seeing this, Xiang Tian hurriedly stepped forward.

He formally proposed the bet to Xiang Jue: "Since you agreed to the bet, I will speak directly—our side will set up a Formation. If you can break it, you win, and I will definitely offer the True Dragon contract with both hands; if you cannot break it, then obediently retreat from the Lingyun Continent, how about it?"

This was undoubtedly a risky move.

If they were caught setting up the Formation secretly by Xiang Jue, they would all die.

But what he was betting on was the arrogance carved into the bones of the Demon Race.

After all, in the Myriad Worlds, the Lingyun Continent was just an inconspicuous low-level continent.

Xiang Jue would certainly disdain sneaking an attack while they were setting up the Formation.

"Oh? A Formation?" Xiang Jue raised his eyebrows.

Then he sneered, "In your tiny low-level continent, there is actually someone who understands Formations?"

The more this was the case, the less reason he had to refuse.

If he couldn't even break a Formation from a low-level continent.

Wouldn't it be a total loss of face for a Demon Race powerhouse if word got out?

"This King will stand right here. If you want to set up a Formation, hurry up and do it; don't waste this King's time!" Xiang Jue crossed his arms, his expression arrogant.

Xiang Tian looked at his confident appearance and chuckled inwardly.

When the Formation activates later, you'll have plenty of time to cry!

He turned his head and waved to the Old Ancestors: "Old Ancestors, please come over for a moment; let's discuss the details of setting up the Formation."

As he spoke!

Xiang Tian took Yue Lin, Ancestor Ouyang, and the other Old Ancestors.

They walked to a corner nearby and began to discuss.

A moment later, the discussion was finished.

Ancestor Zhou still had his brows tightly knitted, looking at Yue Lin with a hesitant expression.

"Queen of Dayue, this ancestral Formation you mentioned, can it really handle this Demon Race powerhouse? This is not a joke!"

The other Old Ancestors also cast suspicious gazes.

Yue Lin's expression was firm, "You don't need to doubt me; I would never joke with my own life. Furthermore, I am not from the Tianyun Kingdom. If I really wasn't sure, I could have just turned around and left; there is no need to stay here and risk my life with you all."

Her gaze slowly swept over the Old Ancestors present.

Upon hearing this, the Old Ancestors were immediately speechless.

What Yue Lin said was the truth; there was simply no need to gamble with her own life.

Ancestor Zhou took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his tightly knitted brows.

"Alright! Since the Queen of Dayue has said so, let's bet on this one time! Regardless of success or failure, we accept it!"