Chapter 309

Make a fortune

"Yeah! We win!"

Before the referee announced the verdict, Yan Qingyan suddenly stood up and cheered.

For a moment, it became the second most conspicuous bag on the scene.

Ling Mochen withdrew his spiritual power, and the Jiyang Dan Ding flew out of his palm, suddenly becoming larger, releasing Yan Mohao from it.

Yan Mohao was covered in burns, his clothes were torn, and he looked as miserable as could be.

It is no longer as rebellious as it was at the beginning.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Yan Mohao actually lost? What a pity for this old man's immortal crystal."

"I didn't expect that Ling Mochen was actually an alchemist. I thought he was a swordsman. It turns out that sword is just a mere decoration."

"It's really rare that there is an alchemist in Baicao Immortal Mansion."

"What's so strange about that? There are many cultivators who have ascended here, but most of them don't come to participate in the competition. They stay in their retreat rooms for years to practice."

"That alchemy furnace... is a treasure."

Outside the big competition venue, there is a special private room.

The location here is special, and you can clearly see the competition scenes of all realms of the competition.

The private room is decorated luxuriously, and it is obvious that it is a place reserved for people of status.

Fairy Baicao sat on a rattan chair, looking at the several competition fields below through a layer of emerald green gauze.

"It's rare to use the alchemy cauldron as one's life magic weapon."

There was a hint of surprise in Fairy Baicao's eyes. It was obvious that Ling Mochen's identity as an alchemist was somewhat beyond her expectations.

A spiritual plant master and an alchemist as a couple?

That’s true... you won’t have to worry about elixirs during your cultivation.

"It's Yan Mohao's bad luck. These two people are lucky and should not be underestimated." Fairy Baicao's eyes were filled with anticipation for a good show.

As a person, if he lives a long time, he should always find some fun for himself, right?

Fairy Baicao's fingers tapped the tabletop, making a 'dong dong dong' sound.

She looked towards the conspicuous Bao in the audience who stood up and raised his hands to cheer, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes.

Miscalculated.

Before the competition, she had met Yan Qingyan alone.

He wanted her not to participate in this competition, but to concentrate on taking care of her spiritual plants and cultivating immortal fruits, and compensated her with an immortal pill.

This elixir is the reward for the champion of each track in this competition.

Fairy Baicao felt that it was a great thing to be able to get the first place reward without having to participate in the competition.

Sure enough, Yan Qingyan happily accepted it and promised not to sign up for the competition. Fairy Baicao thought that she would just take care of the spiritual field peacefully like she did in the last competition and not worry about external things.

Unexpectedly, she came to watch her partner's competition as a spectator.

Miscalculated. How is this different from her directly participating in the competition?

Isn't it just wasting her immortal fruit... oh, is it wasting her spiritual field?

Fairy Baicao was a little depressed.

Whatever, it’s just a pill that can only be used during the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

“…”

Ling Mochen walked up to Yan Mohao and handed him a pill.

As soon as the pill came out, the rich fragrance of the pill instantly filled the entire arena.

"Thank you for your concession, fellow Daoist." Ling Mochen said in a light tone.

Yan Mohao took a look at the pill, which actually had the aura of a thousand-year-old nine-colored holy flower. It was an excellent healing pill.

Just by smelling the fragrance of the elixir, he found that his injuries were showing signs of improvement.

but……

Yan Mohao turned his head and did not take the pill. Instead, he took out the healing pill from his storage ring and swallowed it quickly.

He also has backbone!

A black cloak appeared out of nowhere and wrapped him tightly.

"I was careless this time. If I have the chance to fight again, I will definitely not lose."

Yan Mohao said this and left the stadium in a flash.

Seeing this scene, the audience was talking about it.

"That pill is extraordinary."

"This Yan Mohao, he didn't eat the free pills. If he didn't eat them, he could give them to me. I can sell them for a lot of spirit stones!"

"That elixir's fragrance... is a top-grade elixir. I wonder what spiritual plant it was made from?"

"Go ask when you get a chance, and buy one as a backup."

“…”

Ling Mochen didn't care about Yan Mohao's attitude at all. He turned to look at Yan Qingyan who was recruiting him frantically, and left the venue.

The referee's voice came from behind, echoing in the ears of the audience.

"The next competition is about to begin."

......

"Qingyan!"

Ling Mochen came to Yan Qingyan, and the two of them ignored the gazes from the people around them and gave each other a big hug on the spot.

Some of the more conservative monks quickly turned their heads away with embarrassed expressions.

Could this Taoist couple be from the Hehuan Sect? How can you behave like this... it's so inappropriate.

More monks are envious, as most of them are still single!

Yan Qingyan didn't care about the eyes of the people around her at all. This was the world of immortals, not the mortal world.

In the mortal world, showing arms and legs or holding hands is considered immoral. In the immortal world where strength is respected, there are not so many rules.

If you want to hold hands, hold hands; if you want to hug, hug; kiss...also...

"Amazing! I almost forgot that your natal magic weapon is the Jiyang Dan Ding. It's rare to see you use this treasure to fight the enemy." Yan Qingyan held the photo stone with a surprised expression.

It’s all recorded! I made a lot of money this time!

"Haha~ It's just a small magic, nothing to mention." Ling Mochen was very happy to hear the compliment.

Even happier...

"If we win, let's go get the immortal crystals!" Yan Qingyan pulled Ling Mochen and strode towards the major casinos.

Here we come!

That rich man came with a lot of gambling cards!

"Oh my god, it's actually a hundred immortal crystals!"

"How much confidence does this show in her Taoist partner!"

"I made a lot of money, it's a big win!"

"Oh my god, how many houses did she bet on? Each house has 100 immortal crystals?"

"How long have they been in the Ascension? How come they have so many Immortal Crystals? How did they earn them?"

"Who knows? He's the one who made a fortune quietly."

“…”

When Yan Qingyan came, she was holding an empty storage ring. After walking around, she found a space full of mustard seeds.

There were immortal crystals everywhere, so many immortal crystals that the gambling house owner wailed and other cultivators were envious.

"Mo Chen, that's great. You just participated in a competition, fought with others, and earned immortal crystals that are comparable to what we have accumulated in hundreds of years!" Yan Qingyan was very excited, covering her storage ring.

"Qingyan, this is because you dare to bet so much. What if..." What if I lose?

Ling Mochen opened his mouth but didn't say the rest of the sentence.

He didn't want to dampen his morale, but it was a close call.

If one is unlucky, one might encounter a powerful and veteran cultivator in the middle stage of the tribulation period in the first round, and all the immortal crystals accumulated over thousands of years would be lost.

He believed that his ability was among the best among the geniuses in the Tianxuan Realm, and there were not many cultivators who could challenge those of higher levels.

But he never dared to underestimate this vast world.

There is always someone better than you.

“No ifs!”

Yan Qingyan seemed to have made up her mind to boost the confidence of her fellow Taoist.

She looked at Ling Mochen steadily and said seriously, "I'll bet on you to win the next game! Mochen, you have to keep working hard!"

"Ah?" Ling Mochen was stunned.

In the next game, will you still bet so much?

Alexander!

"Ah what?" Yan Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and looked at him steadily, her eyes full of admiration.

"You must win the next game!"

"The immortal crystals needed for the entire Tribulation Crossing period are up to you to earn!"

When Ling Mochen was looked at in such a way, he had the illusion that he was an extremely talented person.

His cheeks flushed, his mind felt dizzy, and he blurted out the words subconsciously.

"Okay, next time, I'll win again!"