Why is my Hundred Lifetimes Book different?

sixth day.

As usual, Ren Qingshan wandered among the crowd below the arena, selling insider information while keeping an eye on the battles in each arena.

The Ten Directions Arena.

Each tournament consists of ten matches per day.

Ren Qingshan kept a clear record of the win/loss statistics and odds for each battle.

These days, he already has a complete plan in mind.

They're just waiting for the right opportunity.

High-odds battles are not very common.

In most battles, odds exceeding five times are considered minor highlights, while odds exceeding ten times are considered top-tier popular seeds.

In Zhou Rong's battles, his opponents were offered odds of over sixty times because his winning streak was too crazy, and there must have been someone behind him pushing him forward!

Ren Qingshan had a vague feeling that the time was almost right.

—The sickle is coming!

Those gamblers who were bearish on Zhou Rong have been utterly wiped out and suffered heavy losses in the past few days.

With everyone in a frenzy of excitement, the bets kept getting bigger and bigger, like a pig getting fatter and fatter.

"You played the bookie well!"

"A double whammy is brewing, killing both bulls and bears!"

Ren Qingshan found the manipulators' methods cruel.

Counting on my fingers, I realized that I had been at the first level of Qi Refining for half a year, traveled thousands of miles, and visited many people. However, it was only in Zhenbei City that I truly witnessed the naked deceit and treachery among cultivators.

Times have changed; now, murder is done without bloodshed!

This wave is definitely an opportunity for me.

However, even though he had guessed the mastermind's tactics, Ren Qingshan still had no way of knowing which specific match it would be, and had no certainty whatsoever.

Moreover, Ren Qingshan strongly suspects that the person behind the scenes must be dynamically observing various aspects of the market.

The timing of the sickle's fall varies depending on emotions, odds, and bets.

To put it bluntly: in this situation, even if you die once and go back twelve hours to gamble with the information gap, you might still be buried alive!

We must come up with a foolproof plan.

They can snatch meat from the wolves' mouths and escape before the sickle falls.

……

"Kid, has news about Zhou Rong's spiritual root and the treasure come out yet?"

A stubble-bearded cultivator recognized Ren Qingshan and asked with concern.

This is a top trending topic recently, and everyone is seeking inside information from various channels.

"no."

"If I had that kind of news, I wouldn't be willing to sell; I'd just place a bet."

Ren Qingshan responded with a smile.

"waste!"

"You should go and find out!"

The other person muttered something, then boasted, "Guess how much I've made these past few days? A prize for the right guess! Want to bet?"

"Don't even think about trying to take advantage of my meager earnings. Just bet on Zhou Rong, and you're guaranteed to make a fortune!"

Ren Qingshan gave him a few perfunctory words and then got rid of him, too lazy to pay him any more attention.

That's how gamblers are.

Winning gives them an overwhelming sense of confidence, and they indulge in carefree pleasures in brothels and taverns. Although some may choose to cash in their winnings, once that thought takes root in their minds, they will likely return sooner or later.

Only when they lost all their capital, were heavily in debt, and were forced to sell themselves... did they realize their mistake, but it was too late.

Ren Qingshan made a firm rule in his heart—he would only win one vote, and then leave!

All for the purpose of buying spiritual seeds, nurturing spiritual roots, seeking the Great Dao, and ascending to the path of immortality!

……

The first round.

Today, Zhou Rong is here. He sits cross-legged on the stage, closing his eyes to rest. A beam of light shines on his face, making him look like a withered tree.

The crowd of gamblers below the stage was dense, like the most devout supporters, worshipping their idol.

After a 33-game winning streak, even with low odds, the bettors who profited from it at least tripled their initial investment!

"The opponent has emerged!"

"Golden Big Dipper!"

"It's Jin Beidou!"

With a gasp, the information of today's opponents appeared on the jade tablet: Jin Beidou, Qi Refining Level 3, and Shi Xiu, who had won eleven matches.

Ren Qingshan's mind was filled with detailed information about the Golden Big Dipper.

This man is 62 years old and comes from the Jin family of Longkou. His family ancestor was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he is the third-generation successor of the family.

Jin Beidou achieved early success, receiving ordination at the age of six. With the support of his family, he spent countless favors and huge sums of money to acquire the "Heaven-Mending Stone Seed," which ranked forty-seventh on the Spirit Seed Ranking. He also cultivated the True Qi of the Earthly Branch, and his cultivation progressed smoothly to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

However, a misfortune befell the family, and the Jin family's Foundation Establishment Ancestor perished in a battle.

In search of an opportunity to establish his foundation, Jin Beidou entered the Heavenly Ruins, but was tricked and repeatedly encountered danger. He had no choice but to cut off his tail to survive and sever his cultivation in order to escape.

He only has the cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining left.

After suffering a severe blow, he lay low for the time being, participated in the selection of the Immortal Sect, passed the selection successfully, and became a guardian immortal master of a region.

A few years later, he was arrested by the Enforcement Immortal for colluding with evil cultivators, and was imprisoned in the Immortal Prison for twenty years.

His life was truly a story of starting strong but ending weak, filled with constant setbacks.

However, Ren Qingshan had read a lot of information about the sinful cultivators of the Immortal Prison.

Similar situations are commonplace.

The path to immortality is long and winding, and fortunes change constantly. It's not just about climbing one level at a time, but also about not moving forward or falling behind!

If one's abilities cannot control their ambitions, the consequences are often dire!

In comparison, becoming a guardian immortal master is considered a conservative and steady path.

at this time.

The odds for both sides have already appeared on the jade tablet, and the odds keep changing as the amount of bets changes.

The odds were fixed until the betting deadline.

Zhou Rong pays out 4 to 1.

Jinbeidou pays out at 18 to 1.

Even though they were separated by a cultivation level, the gamblers below the stage surprisingly favored Zhou Rong, casting their votes with real money and betting far more than Jin Beidou.

After all, the strength of Jin Beidou's Heaven-Mending Spiritual Root and Xu Earth True Qi lies in preserving life and possessing excellent defensive endurance.

Previous battles were mostly long and drawn-out engagements, worn down to the point of exhaustion.

"The bookies are up to something!"

Ren Qingshan seemed to be deep in thought, repeatedly considering the mastermind's operational strategy.

Would someone like Jin Beidou willingly allow himself to be arranged to die?

Can……

If Kim Bok-doo wins this match, it will clearly not be the option that maximizes the interests of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Both sides have a chance of winning this match.

There are quite a few people who bet on the Golden Big Dipper.

If Jin wins, the glittering spirit stones will be distributed to the poor.

"This is the final, fatal blow to the bears!"

Ren Qingshan made a judgment.

……

About an hour later.

The battle on the arena was nearing its end, with both sides evenly matched and locked in a fierce struggle.

The Heaven-Mending Spiritual Root of the Golden Big Dipper, combined with the True Qi of the Earth of the Dog, possesses a vast and continuous spiritual power. It can gather soil to form mountains, cause sand and stones to fly, and even mold clay into human figures.

Within the arena shrouded in an array, dust obscured the sky, and spiritual energy surged and roared, making it difficult to see with the naked eye.

The arena seemed to hold his own vast army!

This was the first time Zhou Rong had been caught in such a fierce battle. Although he transformed into the wind and destroyed everything, his opponent remained as steady as a rock, seemingly capable of infinite regeneration.

offstage.

Ren Qingshan stared blankly, not thinking about the odds. After all, he hadn't placed a bet and had already made his judgment that Zhou Rongsheng should win.

If I'm not mistaken, this battle was just a formality, a well-arranged show orchestrated by the mastermind behind the scenes.

At this moment, Ren Qingshan could only think of one other thing.

"The path to advancing from the second level of Qi Refining to the third level lies in the fruitful development of one's spiritual root. Based on the spiritual root, one gathers the Qi of heaven and earth to refine one's own true Qi."

"Spiritual seed and true qi, if one step is different, then there will be differences at every step."

"Those who are not top-ranked spiritual roots are almost unable to attract the Qi of Heaven and Earth."

"Those low-ranking, cheap spiritual seeds, even if they achieve the second level of Qi Refining, will likely never be able to cultivate Qi in this lifetime, their future path will be cut off, and they will have no hope of reaching the third level of Qi Refining."

"Although I can endure it, if the opportunity arises in the future, I may be able to sever my cultivation level, cleanse my spiritual roots, and start anew."

"Many people probably think this way, but even if they have opportunities later in life, they still inevitably waste their youth. Among middle-aged and elderly cultivators, even those with some strength and wealth, how many can actually realize their youthful ambitions?"

"It's best to plan ahead, seeking out top-tier spiritual seeds and nurturing top-tier spiritual roots..."

"It's difficult!"

"This is so difficult!"

Thinking about all this, Ren Qingshan's lips curled up slightly.

It turned out to be... a mixture of sorrow and joy.

The top 100 spirit seeds naturally command even higher prices.

For example, the 100th ranked goalkeeper's spirit seed is called "Heavenly Dew Spirit Seed". After condensing its spirit root, it can slowly heal itself no matter how serious the injury, and it can even regenerate severed limbs.

The price at the Immortal Sect is 69,000 spirit stones.

The ninety-ninth one is the "Divination Seed," which, after condensing its spiritual root, can reveal heavenly secrets and predict good and bad fortune.

Priced at 80,000.

Without windfall gains or a stroke of good fortune, even after a hundred years, I still wouldn't be able to afford it!

I was thinking about these things...

A sudden shout interrupted Ren Qingshan's thoughts. He looked closely and saw that the outcome of the match on the stage was already decided.

Zhou Rong wins!

The sand and gravel that filled the sky vanished, leaving only Jin Beidou's battered and bruised body and a head with its eyes wide open, seemingly filled with endless shock and resentment.

A Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator dying at the Qi Refining Level 2—such a battle is extremely rare, truly a miracle!

"I was right."

Ren Qingshan remained silent.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the sickle will fall today!

the reason is simple.

—With so much buildup and atmosphere created, the emotions are incredibly intense. Zhou Ronglian, who has reached the third level of Qi Refining, is able to win a fierce battle. Gamblers are betting like crazy, so how could the sickle not fall?

In the second game, Zhou Rong chose to rest and had a bye.

Taking a deep breath, Ren Qingshan strode quickly into the city.

The opportunity is here!

I already inquired yesterday, and the shop in charge of loans from the Liang family can give me a credit line of 500 spirits.

He quickly went there, pressed his handprint, went out nine times and returned thirteen times, and Ren Qingshan quickly returned, with a total of 587 spirits in his body.

Below the arena.

The crowd was now densely packed, all engaged in lively discussions, showing no interest in the duel between the two ordinary criminal cultivators on the stage, but patiently waiting to see if Zhou Rong would make another appearance.

Ren Qingshan also waited.

After waiting for three rounds, and as the audience grew increasingly anxious and impatient, the message "Zhou Rong, fight again!" finally appeared on the jade tablet.

The opponent in this battle is a newcomer named Ma Xiao, who has the cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining. He has just entered the Immortal Prison and his crime is corruption. He seems unremarkable.

Once the two sides were determined, betting began immediately.

Ren Qingshan stared intently at the fluctuating odds, watching as Ma Xiao's odds rose steadily, exceeding thirty, then fifty, and the upward trend showed no signs of stopping. Soon, it broke Zhou Rong's opponent's highest odds record of sixty-seven times, and it was still rising!

Just then, Ren Qingshan chose to enter the scene.

Five hundred spirits, pressing down on the valiant horse!

The female cultivator in the long golden dress quickly completed the formalities and handed over a jade token as proof of betting.

After paying five hundred spirit coins and a five-spirit coin handling fee, Ren Qingshan remained expressionless, carefully putting away the jade pendant without showing any joy or sorrow.

Everyone was under the sickle.

He himself was also caught in the crossfire!

However, this initial capital is really not much; let's just treat it as a small fish and see if we can find a bargain.

Of course, there is also the possibility of failure.

If we really lose, there's nothing we can do but consume another page of the Hundred Deaths Book.

If you lose badly on your first gamble, it's actually an extremely lucky thing.

……

"Ha ha!"

"I'll bet on this match too!"

"The next ten thousand!"

"I bet Zhou Rong will lose!"

"That bastard! That scoundrel ruined my life! I'll never forgive him!"

"Losing! Losing isn't enough, this thief must die!"

Just as betting was about to close, a small change suddenly occurred.

A young man dressed in fine clothes, accompanied by two attendants, appeared in the crowd and arrogantly placed his bet.

When the onlookers saw him, some recognized him and laughed, teasing and joking with him.

This young man in brocade robes is named Gu Jiuxiao. Although he is young, he is a seasoned gambler from a prestigious family and is exceptionally generous with his money.

Two days ago, he was one of the major investors who shorted Zhou Rong, and he made many bets, suffering heavy losses.

He even pawned his family's jade pendant while in the city.

They became a laughing stock.

In everyone's mind right now, Gu Jiuxiao is just a complete playboy.

This kind of young master spends money like water, purely for fun and excitement, without considering the actual situation at all. He's been bearish for so long and has already lost, why is he still coming back?

Making money off him and laughing at him is truly exhilarating!

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