Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Young hero, you're too kind. Please feel free to speak your mind."

The old man in black robes stroked his long beard as he spoke calmly.

"According to what you said earlier, besides the Dragon Head Lottery prediction event, you can also earn a lot of rewards by registering for the arena and accepting arena missions?"

Lu Feng's tone was somewhat tentative.

"good."

Faced with Lu Feng's probing, the old man in black robes did not deliberately keep him in suspense, and immediately explained, "Although the Dragon Head Lottery can also earn some rewards, the odds of winning are not high. At most, it can only be considered a form of entertainment."

"For most skilled independent cultivators from outside the region, as well as some desperate outlaws short of money, signing up for arena battles and taking on arena missions is undoubtedly more lucrative and faster..."

"I see...!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng nodded silently, seemingly lost in thought.

No wonder the roster they initially provided listed a bunch of martial artists' names and match dates; it turns out these people were all after the high bounty of the Dragon Arena.

After all, as long as you sign up for the competition and survive, you can earn a large sum of money. This money-making efficiency is much higher than the lottery, which relies on some luck, while the former relies entirely on skill!

"Hehe, with your cultivation level and strength, young hero, if you were to sign up for the arena, your record would most likely be quite good, and you might even achieve consecutive victories, making a name for yourself from then on..."

The black-robed elder beside Lu Feng also noticed that he was somewhat tempted, and then secretly encouraged him.

After all, the main business of Dragon Arena is to host various martial arts competitions and promote Dragon Head Lottery betting.

The old man in black robes, as the manager of the area, relies almost entirely on the performance of the Dragon Arena for his livelihood. If no one signs up to fight, his income will naturally decline significantly.

Therefore, encouraging Lu Feng to sign up for the competition is just routine for the old man in black robes.

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

Faced with the black-robed elder's encouragement, Lu Feng was slightly tempted, but he didn't rush to express his opinion. Instead, he changed the subject, "By the way, besides registering for the arena battles, aren't there are also arena missions? Compared to the bounty for registering for the arena battles, the rewards for arena missions should be quite good, right?"

"Hehe, if you want to accept the arena quest, young hero, that might be a bit troublesome, and it will require our master's approval first..."

With another smile and a stroke of his beard, the black-robed elder spoke unhurriedly, "According to the rules established since the founding of the Dragon Arena, to receive an arena quest, one must relinquish all former identities, join the Dragon Arena, and swear a blood oath to eternally serve our lord...!"

"Young hero, have you thought this through?"

After speaking, the old man in black robes glanced at Lu Feng opposite him again, clearly waiting for the other party's reaction.

"Damn! How is this any different from signing a contract of servitude?"

Upon hearing the words of the old man in black robes, Lu Feng frowned slightly and cursed inwardly.

After all, he has never liked being constrained and is used to being carefree and unrestrained. He has no interest in acknowledging someone else as his master, let alone risking his life for the Dragon Arena.

"I apologize for disturbing you, fellow cultivator. I'd rather sign up for the competition!"

With this in mind, Lu Feng gave up on the idea of ​​comprehending the arena mission and instead chose to sign up for the arena.

Anyway, as long as you keep winning, the bounty you earn in the end will not be low, and you won't have to risk your life for the Dragon Arena!

"Young hero, you are too kind. I have already registered you. The next match will be held tomorrow. The same applies to the lottery draw. I hope you will take the stage in time and not miss it."

After helping Lu Feng with the registration procedures, the old man in black robes didn't waste any time and immediately handed over a sealed folded booklet, which clearly recorded the corresponding martial arts match for tomorrow and Lu Feng's opponent information.

Thank you.

Lu Feng raised his hand to accept the folded paper, clasped his hands slightly in a fist salute, and then turned and left the Dragon Arena.

As for the results of those ten golden dragon head lottery tickets, he had already chosen them and was just waiting for the official draw tomorrow!

...

The next day at dawn, at the Dragon Arena

"We're determined to make a big profit today!"

Lu Feng arrived at one of the counter windows early in the morning, his face showing a hint of excitement.

Today is the draw day for the Dragon Head Lottery, and also the first day he registered to compete.

As for Lu Feng's confidence, it was naturally because Gu Canyang was "cheating" for him. As long as nothing unexpected happened, he could guess all ten golden dragon head lottery tickets correctly!

"Hmm? Young hero, you've arrived so early today? The competition doesn't officially begin for another hour or so..."

The old man in black robes from yesterday also noticed Lu Feng's figure and looked surprised. "If it weren't for the fact that you, young hero, are already impatient to go on stage for the competition...?"

"Here are ten golden dragon head lottery tickets. Before the competition begins, could you please help me redeem them?"

Faced with the black-robed elder's doubts, Lu Feng remained noncommittal, only taking out ten small gold cards from his storage ring and handing them all to the elder.

"Hmm, the lucky number for this first jackpot is twenty, and the next one will also be twenty... and the one after that will also be twenty...?!"

The black-robed elder took the dragon head lottery cards from Lu Feng, carefully checking them as his pupils contracted, until finally a look of utter shock appeared on his face. "Ten golden dragon head lottery cards, all correct!"

"This, how is this possible...!"

The old man in black robes gripped the dragon-shaped lottery card tightly in his hand while staring incredulously at the lucky numbers on it.

It's important to know that the lucky numbers drawn in each round of Dragon Arena are random, ranging from one to fifty. The odds of winning are only one in fifty, and you have to guess the outcome correctly to claim your prize!

Lu Feng has not only won ten gold medals in a row, but the results of the matches are also perfect. His luck is so incredible that no one else can compare. It's as if his ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!

"Please accept the prize, fellow Daoist."

Ignoring the black-robed elder's shocked expression, Lu Feng continued unhurriedly, as if he had expected this.

After all, with Gu Canyang's help now, guessing a lucky number should be a piece of cake.

As for the outcome, it's even easier to guess. As long as the difference in strength between the two sides isn't too great, you can't go wrong by blindly betting on the side with more wins.

"Uh, please wait a moment, young hero...!"

Faced with Lu Feng's urging, the black-robed elder also suppressed his shock and immediately redeemed the prize for the former.

However, the rewards from the Golden Dragon Head Treasure are not simply calculated based on Yuan Stones, but rather on a special set of points that circulate within the Dragon Arena. These points can be exchanged for corresponding treasures or directly for Yuan Stones, making them very flexible.

As for the returns from ten Golden Dragon Lottery tickets, they were not low either, almost 100,000 points per ticket. With this operation, Lu Feng earned about one million points!

"Young man, wait a minute!"

Just as Lu Feng was about to claim his prize and leave, a booming male voice suddenly came from behind.

The next moment, a tall figure appeared, walking through the air. The newcomer was dressed in a black kasaya, with a fierce and menacing appearance, and a bald head. He was none other than the infamous black-robed eccentric monk, Yao Guangxiao!