Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Young hero, would you like to purchase the Golden Dragon Head Beads?"

Faced with Lu Feng's question, a strange look flashed across the black-robed old man's face.

Lu Feng also noticed the other party's expression and reaction.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask if there is anything amiss?"

Lu Feng tentatively spoke again.

"Uh! No, that's not it. I'm just a little surprised. With your cultivation level, young hero, whether you sign up for the arena or take on arena missions, you'll end up earning a considerable amount of reward money..."

"As for the Golden Dragon Lottery, it's mostly based on luck, and the odds of winning are quite low. It won't be easy for you to guess it correctly, young hero..."

The old man in black robes shook his head slightly, seemingly implying to Lu Feng not to waste his money.

However, Lu Feng remained unconvinced by the black-robed elder's hint and said, "Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist, but I am here specifically to purchase the Golden Dragon Head Color, and have no other intentions."

"Strange, where does this kid get his confidence from?"

"Does he really think making money from the Dragon Arena is that easy?"

Seeing this, the old man in black robes was even more surprised, but he did not say anything more. He simply took out a stack of small gold cards shaped like tokens from the drawer under the counter.

"Young hero, the latest Golden Dragon Head Lottery tickets are all here. They are priced at one thousand high-grade spirit stones each. As for this round's lucky number, it is twenty. As long as you can guess the lucky number and the corresponding martial arts result, you can successfully redeem the prize."

After saying that, the old man in black robes didn't waste any more words and immediately handed the stack of gold cards to Lu Feng.

"Old Gu, it's up to you now!"

Looking at the large stack of glittering dragon-head cards in front of him, Lu Feng remained outwardly calm, but secretly transmitted his voice to Gu Canyang inside the treasure basin.

"On the left, on the right, and at the very bottom... the number on these dragon-head lottery cards is always twenty..."

Gu Canyang's voice also slowly came from beside him, clearly indicating that he had also used some means to glimpse the numbers on these dragon head lottery cards in advance.

"very good!"

Without hesitation, Lu Feng bought the lucky number "twenty" cards with Gu Canyang's guidance.

The speed at which he attacked left the black-robed elder standing nearby speechless.

As for the golden dragon head lottery cards that Lu Feng bought in the end, there were exactly ten of them!

"Young hero, this is the latest list of the two sides in the duel. I hope you will take a look."

As they spoke, the old man in black robes handed over another roster filled with names of the various matches and the two fighters, saying in his unhurried tone, "If you think one side will ultimately win, write their name on the back of the dragon head card."

"Even if you guess the same match repeatedly, as long as both the final match result and the lucky number are correct, you can successfully claim the prize."

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"Jadeite Arena, Battle of the Yuanhai Realm: Zhang Shengliu vs. 'Iron Saber' Guan Liang!"

"Jade Arena, Battle of the Yuanhai Realm: 'One-Eyed Dragon' Xiahou Dun vs. 'Fire Man' Xiao Yan!"

"Diamond Arena, a battle of the Profound Realm, Fang Tianyun vs. 'Black-Clad Eccentric Monk' Yao Guangxiao!"

Looking at the densely packed names and match schedules on the roster, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. "Damn, how come there are so many people?"

"And what are these Emerald Arena and Diamond Arena? Even experts at the Profound Realm are condescending to participate in them?"

"Hehe, could this be your first time stepping into the Dragon Arena, young hero?"

Noticing the surprise on Lu Feng's face as well, the black-robed elder stroked his long beard and then said meaningfully, "Actually, there's nothing strange about this...!"

"Although in the eyes of most lower-level martial artists, experts at the Profound Gang Realm are a group of unattainable powerful beings, capable of establishing their own sects even in the outside world, and generally not willing to risk their lives for others..."

"However, under the absolute temptation of profit, even these Xuan Gang Realm experts could not refuse, and in the end, they still had to obediently go on stage to compete for the prize money..."

"As far as our Dragon Arena is concerned, these Profound Realm experts are nothing special; they're just a bunch of slightly stronger thugs...!"

The old man in the black robe spoke with a hint of pride in his voice.

"The tournament bounty offered by the Dragon Arena is so high that even a Xuan Gang Realm expert couldn't refuse it?"

"That's fucking ridiculously rich...!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng also sighed with emotion.

At this moment, he also witnessed the extravagant wealth and profound foundation of the Dragon Arena!

Moreover, what impressed Lu Feng even more was that even a near-fourth-rank power like the Dragon Arena was just a local stronghold within Yingtian Prefecture, one of the eight major prefectures of Xuan Song Shangguo. In the vast Xuan Song Shangguo, it was nothing at all!

As for the former Yan Han Dynasty and the four remote kingdoms of Lingnan, they were not even comparable to the tip of the iceberg of the Xuan Song Kingdom. Even if all of them were added together, they would not be as good as the small city of Yingtian Prefecture, Jinling!

This clearly demonstrates the enormous gap between a superior nation and an ordinary small country!

In the Eastern Xuan Domain, and even throughout the entire Misty Continent, the division of various countries is also clearly defined and strictly hierarchical!

Above the small states are the dynasties, the highest of the dynasties are the superior states, the pinnacle of the superior states are the imperial dynasties, and the highest of the imperial dynasties is the empire!

"If even the Dragon Arena is this powerful, then the current ruling overlord of the Xuan Song Kingdom, comparable to the Seeking Immortal Sect, a third-grade immortal sect, must be even more terrifyingly strong...!"

Thinking of this, Lu Feng couldn't help but recall the moment he first set foot in Jinling City.

After all, no matter how powerful the Dragon Arena is, it only operates within the territory of Jinling City, while the Seeking Immortals Sect's influence extends throughout the entire Xuan Song Kingdom!

In addition, every city within the territory of Xuan Song Shangguo has a toll gate specially set up by the Qiuxian Sect. Anyone entering the city must pay a fee, and the stronger the person, the higher the fee, which is almost the same as paying tribute!

It is precisely by relying on this unconditional "blood-sucking" method that the Seeking Immortals Sect has been able to maintain its dominant position in the Xuan Song Kingdom. At the same time, the sect's foundation has become increasingly strong. Even if you pick out any one of the outer disciples, they would be enough to crush most of the Yuan Hai Realm rogue cultivators outside!

"Hehe, if you're unsure for now, young hero, you can enter and watch a few matches first, and then slowly guess the outcome. As long as it doesn't exceed the seven-day draw period..."

Seeing that Lu Feng had bought ten golden dragon head lottery tickets but hadn't written his name yet, the old man in black robes stroked his long beard and then smiled faintly as he reminded him.

"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist."

Slowly closing the roster in his hand, Lu Feng seemed to remember something and changed the subject, "Oh right, besides this round of the lottery prediction, I actually have a small question that I haven't answered yet. I hope you can enlighten me..."