Chapter 872: Chapter 354: You Overestimate Yourself
Zong Sanping immediately felt a pang of guilt and glanced around.
He knew that although none of the Great Elders of his sect were present, they were all very concerned about this battle.
It was possible that a Great Elder’s Divine Thought and Spiritual Sense was nearby.
He looked sideways at Jian Cangfeng and asked in a low voice, “How did you know?”
He thought he had done this secretly.
“The owner of the Pingtian Treasure Ship, who is rich enough to ooze oil, is actually so strapped for cash that he needs to pawn a magic artifact. This in itself is a strange matter, and the news has already spread.”
Jian Cangfeng shook his head, a look of helplessness on his round dough-like face: “You’d be better off selling the magic artifact than pawning it.”
Zong Sanping thought he had no choice.
He had just been promoted to Third Grade, spending all of his savings accumulated over the years and was still in debt.
Moreover, because he had gone to the Northern Territory of the Central Plains, his treasure ship business had been cut off for nearly half a year.
Zong Sanping also wanted to kill and loot among the Giant Spirits and Evil Cultivators, to seize by force.
However, at the moment, he couldn’t find an appropriate target, nor did he have the opportunity.
“Seven hundred thousand, I placed a bet of two hundred thousand on the two of them drawing, and five hundred thousand on Chu Xisheng losing.”
Zong Sanping faced Jian Cangfeng’s astonished gaze, his face slightly flushed as he forcefully explained: “It’s not that I underestimate Junior Brother. Junior Brother’s combat power is indeed outstanding among the younger generation, but his accumulation is still lacking. Even if Shui Ruge’s cultivation body is reduced, his bloodline talent is still present, and his martial arts attainment cannot be compared to a Sixth Grade Martial Cultivator. Therefore, I think Shui Ruge has a better chance of winning within fifteen minutes, or at least a draw if their cultivation levels are equal.”
In this way, no matter the outcome, he would not lose.
If Shui Ruge won, he could earn a substantial amount, and if it were a draw, he could recover his losses.
Jian Cangfeng pondered the odds between the two and then untied a pouch from his waist, throwing it to the Heavenly Servant nearby: “There are 600,000 taels of Demon Silver inside. Please do me the favor of placing a bet on the two of them drawing.”
Zong Sanping, upon hearing this, looked confused: “Isn’t this a reckless gamble?”
“Not at all, I trust Senior Brother Zong’s judgment.”
Jian Cangfeng grinned, revealing a mouthful of silver teeth: “Who in Jianghu doesn’t know that the Sanping Hermit always bets on a draw?”
Zong Sanping was slightly stunned, and then his face turned as black as iron.
At this time, in front of the mountain gate, the Copper Coin was already rolling down, only a few feet from the ground.
Chu Xisheng had his hand on his blade, his expression calm and composed.
His Divine Thought and Spiritual Sense had already locked onto Shui Ruge, observing his every abnormal movement.
The veins on his arm were also bulging, a sign that he was about to draw his blade.
Just as the Copper Coin hit the ground, both of their figures flashed simultaneously, appearing ten zhang away on opposite sides.
They both used a teleportation talent ability at the same time, appearing behind each other’s positions, making it look like they had swapped places.
Chu Xisheng raised an eyebrow, then disappeared again from his original spot.
The two continued flashing their figures, until after seven times they finally closed in to within two zhang, once again locking onto each other with their Divine Thought Qi.
At that moment, both simultaneously drew their sword and blade.
With this sound, two lights, as if formed by thunder, from sword and blade flashed in the air.
However, the sword and blade did not directly collide; at the moment they crossed paths in the air, Shui Ruge immediately flashed back ten zhang, while Chu Xisheng remained in place, gently sighing as he caressed his blade.
“As expected of the Ziwei Saint Transmission!”
Shui Ruge was cultivating the Star Constellation Immortal Sect’s ‘Ziwei Heavenly Sword.’
The three great Saint Transmissions of the Star Constellation Immortal Sect all originate from the three Emperor Stars that have yet to appear in the sky—the Great Sun, Ziwei, and Gouchen.
Among them, ‘Ziwei’ controls the Heavenly and Earthly Coordinates, with the ability to command the sun, moon, and stars, as well as the four seasons.
The main power is the Heavenly and Earthly Coordinates, also known as the Void, which is space.
Of these three Emperor Stars, only the ‘Great Sun’ once ruled over all life above and below the heavens in ancient times, commanding all races, while the other two exist only in legend.
However, both ‘Ziwei’ and ‘Gouchen’ possess the power to command ten thousand stars.
It is said that the cultivation technique origin of the West Capital Chu family also derives from the Star Constellation Immortal Sect, specifically from the Gouchen Lineage.
In his reflections, Chu Xisheng brushed off and evaporated the few drops of blood on his blade.
His previous move ‘One Strike Kills Ten Thousand’ had been dodged by Shui Ruge at the last moment.
Shui Ruge looked at his chest.
The front of his robe had been cut with a linear trace.
The skin beneath the robe bore a shallow blade wound, about half a palm long, but penetrating less than an inch deep.
Though he immediately sealed the wound, blood still seeped out slightly.
In Shui Ruge’s pupils, there appeared a hint of shock: “What a fast blade you have!”
At this moment, near the mountain gate, almost all the Martial Cultivators erupted in a hum of surprise.
Most could hardly believe that at the same realm, Shui Ruge was actually defeated by a single strike from Chu Xisheng!
Although Shui Ruge was only lightly injured, the superiority between them was already evident.
Merely relying on this strike, Chu Xisheng truly lived up to the name of ‘Infinite Blade Lord.’
After all, he was not even seventeen years old and had only practiced for two years.
Zong Sanping’s pupils also widened in disbelief: “That strike was indeed fast.”
At Chu Xisheng’s realm, he had reached an unimaginable speed.
“It seems like Senior Brother Zong’s 500,000 taels of Demon Silver are about to fly away.”
On Jian Cangfeng’s round face, there appeared a smile: “Senior Brother Zong must have never seen him make a move, right?”
Zong Sanping snorted at his words, thinking it was still early to tell.