We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 6 Master, we really can't bet anymore...

"Come on, come on, the new blood tournament has started!"

"Elder Chen Hai's newly accepted eldest disciple, Zhuge Long, reached the third level of Qi Refining after only one month of cultivation. Now, a year later, he has already reached the half-step Foundation Establishment Realm."

"Zuo Fenghua, the personal disciple of the peak master of Ni Chang Peak, has mastered the Ni Chang Sword Technique to a superb level, reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, making him an absolute favorite to win the championship!"

"Xiao Yan, the personal disciple of the Cloud Sea Hall Master, obtained the ancient 'Strange Fire' sword technique during his training trip. Each time he absorbs a different kind of strange fire, his strength will increase by a level. He has been cultivating for half a year and has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, but he definitely has the strength to kill enemies beyond his level!"

"Nan Wen, the son of the Cloud Dragon Peak Master, possesses unparalleled mastery of the Thunderfire Sword Technique."

Longquan Town, the center of the Longquan Sword Sect.

As the new blood competition approaches, various gambling dens have begun to hawk their wares, attracting disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect to place bets.

When you place a bet, these gambling dens will also sell you information about some players, making you more confident when betting, and even making you feel like you are the bookmaker.

Little did you know that the information you possessed was also known to others.

You think you're a trader, but you're just a sucker.

On this day, Xiao Mo walked into the largest casino of the Longquan Sword Sect.

There is a special area inside the casino dedicated to this new blood competition.

Some contestants' names were written on signs and hung on the wall, with the odds listed below. The odds were updated every hour, allowing disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect to place bets at any time.

Xiao Mo searched and searched, but still couldn't find the name he wanted.

"Fellow Daoist, why isn't the name I'm looking for here?" Xiao Mo asked a staff member next to him.

"Oh, fellow Daoist, you must be a cultivator who hasn't been practicing for very long, right? The name you're looking for isn't on the wall, which means the person you're looking for isn't a favorite to win," said the steward named Xu Xin. "Which name are you looking for, fellow Daoist? I can look through it for you."

“Lingqian Peak—Jiang Qingyi,” Xiao Mo said slowly.

“Jiang Qingyi from Lingqian Peak, let me look for her.” Xu Xin took out a box and probed inside with his divine sense.

"found it."

Xu Xin took a sign out of the box.

"Jiang Qingyi of Lingqian Peak, Qi Refining Level 7. At first, she couldn't get started for a long time, but later she must have had some kind of opportunity. In this year, she entered Qi Refining Level 7. Her strength is not bad. She has a chance to enter the top 50. But as for winning the championship, she is still far from it."

"What are the odds?" Xiao Mo asked calmly.

"As for the odds, the odds for making the top 50 are 1 to 2, the top 32 are 1 to 3, the top 16 are 1 to 10, and the top 8..."

"Just tell me the odds of winning the championship," Xiao Mo interrupted.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, no one has bet on Jiang Qingyi to win the championship."

Let me tell you about the rules of our gambling den.

Our pools come in several types.

One type of betting pool is called the "Champion Pool," where you only bet on the champion.

Moreover, bets can only be placed before the new blood tournament begins.

If you bet on Jiang Qingyi to win, and you are the only one betting on her, our casino will deduct one point as a fee, and all the spirit stones in the prize pool will be yours.

But fellow Daoist, you should also know that our pool is very large. If you want to bet on such an unpopular player, you will need to place at least fifty high-grade spirit stones.

This is a lot of money.

I know you want to support your friend, but friends are friends and money is money. Nobody wants to go against money.

"Fellow Daoist, you agree, right?" Xiao Mo glanced at the steward indifferently, not bothering with further conversation, and directly tossed out a bag of high-grade spirit stones: "Fifty high-grade spirit stones in total, all bet on Jiang Qingyi to win."

When Xiao Mo returned to Lingqian Peak, it was already noon, and the aroma of food wafted from the courtyard.

As Xiao Mo walked into the courtyard, Jiang Qingyi came out of the kitchen carrying food.

Since Jiang Qingyi arrived at Lingqian Peak, she has been cleaning Xiao Mo's courtyard and room, and she also cooks all three meals a day.

At first, Jiang Qingyi's cooking was indeed not very good.

But she learned very quickly, and gradually, Jiang Qingyi's cooking skills improved.

Nearly a year has passed, and Jiang Qingyi's culinary skills are now comparable to those of some chefs in restaurants in Longquan Town.

"Master, you're back! The food is ready, please sit down and eat." Jiang Qingyi's eyes lit up when she saw her master return.

"Okay." Xiao Mo nodded and sat down on the stone bench.

The food on the table was not made from ordinary mortal food, but from the flesh and blood of spirit beasts and vegetables rich in spiritual energy, which were very beneficial for cultivation.

Jiang Qingyi then brought out a plate of water spinach and served Xiao Mo a full bowl of rice.

The master and apprentice sat facing each other, eating their meal.

Before long, a crow reached the top of Lingqian Peak, calling out as it flew: "Elder Xiao, there is a letter for you."

As it spoke, the crow dropped a letter from the sky.

Xiao Mo took it, opened it, looked at it, and then put it away.

"Master, what's in the letter?" Jiang Qingyi asked.

"It's nothing, just my betting receipt."

"Bet? Proof?" Jiang Qingyi blinked, then suddenly understood. "It's betting on the new blood competition, right? It seems like a lot of people are betting on it lately. Master, who do you think will win?"

Xiao Mo smiled and looked at his disciple with a gentle smile: "What do you think?"

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi was stunned.

"No, no, Master, how can you pin me down? I can't do it." Jiang Qingyi quickly waved her hands.

Although I said I would definitely perform well in this new blood competition for my master's sake.

But I really have no confidence in winning the championship.
“You are my apprentice, who else should I bet on if not you?” Xiao Mo smiled.

"Master, how much did you bet?" Jiang Qingyi asked nervously, looking at her master.

"Not much." Xiao Mo picked up his rice bowl and took a bite.

"That's good."

"It's only fifty high-grade spirit stones."

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi was startled and stood up abruptly. "Master, your monthly stipend is only twenty high-grade spirit stones!"

"That's true," Xiao Mo said with a smile, looking at Jiang Qingyi, "but how can my disciple be left without support?"

“But Master, this is too much.” Jiang Qingyi was already showing some of the characteristics of a housekeeper.

"It's alright, it's alright." Xiao Mo gently patted her head. "My salary for this month will come in ten days. We won't starve. But when the martial arts competition starts, I'll have to go to other places to deposit half a month's salary to support my disciple."

"Master," Jiang Qingyi's helpless voice echoed through the mountains, "we really can't gamble anymore."

(End of this chapter)