Chapter 68 The Emperor's Eldest Son (25)

Holy crap!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Should we start another round?

To keep people gambling?

This approach—

It's also very attractive.

Especially for gamblers, they always feel that if they keep gambling, they will have a chance to turn things around.

"I'll bet! I'll bet on Emperor Yue Cangwu!"

Suddenly, someone shouted and stepped forward with a flushed face. He had previously bet 5,000 Xuan Crystals on Changqing, and seeing that he was about to lose, he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. Now, with the opportunity to return to the base in front of him, he took out all the remaining 4,000 Xuan Crystals he had on him.

"I'll bet it all too. I still have a few magical treasures on me. I'm betting them all on the Great Emperor!"

Another person stepped forward.

Enthusiasm instantly ignited, with countless people who had previously bet on Changqing increasing their investment and switching to Yue Cangwu. Many who had already bet on Yue Cangwu were also ignited and increased their bets once again.

Who doesn't want to make money?

The little girl, Liu Lingxin, was somewhat infected by the atmosphere; her face flushed, and she stepped forward.

"I'll bet another 50,000 Xuan Crystals."

"Young lady, are you also betting 50,000 on the Yue Emperor?" the owner of Wan Jin Lou asked with a smile.

"Of course I'm betting on my friend, Yue Changqing!"

The little girl tilted her head back and announced loudly.

Oh wow.

There are also stubborn people.

Everyone looked over. Now, in everyone's eyes, Liu Lingxin was just that rich family's silly daughter, the kind who squanders money!

However, no one offered any advice.

Watching others lose money can be a kind of fun, right?

Some even joked, "Since we're friends, we should bet more, even on magic weapons and such."

Unable to bear the provocation, the young girl turned to Aunt Hong and begged for another 20,000 Xuanjing (mysterious crystals) to continue betting.

The others wanted to continue to trick her, but in the end, it was Aunt Hong who gave them a warning look that shut them up.

Even so, Liu Lingxin's bet had become the largest in the entire event, reaching an astonishing 170,000 Xuan Crystals, which was basically the annual income of a small sect.

The situation has finally stabilized.

Some of the people who had placed their bets gathered together to analyze the situation, while others waited silently.

Below, atop the Imperial Pass, Su Rongrong and Su Bai stood side by side.

"Mother, Father—"

“That unfilial son is no match for your father!” Su Rongrong nodded emphatically, as if trying to boost her own confidence. “Look, everyone believes your father can win!”

Su Bai remained silent.

He knew that his mother was so eager to prove herself because she was also worried and unsure.

“Mother, no matter what, you still have me,” he tried to comfort her.

"Shut up!"

Su Rongrong couldn't stand these words. Her expression changed drastically, and the aura of a mid-stage Emperor Realm cultivator emanated from her body.

Thump thump thump!

Su Bai's face turned pale, and he took several steps back.

Su Rongrong glared at him, then soared into the sky.

"Two hundred thousand Xuan Crystals, my husband Yue Cangwu will surely win!"

She announced loudly, her face serious.

On a distant mountaintop, Gan Zheng watched everything unfold and sighed to Zhuo Feifan beside him.

"Master Wan is really magnanimous. In this situation, he still personally stepped in to make a profit."

Zhuo Feifan looked at Wan Qianjin, who was entertaining a major client, Su Rongrong, in the distance, and felt a sense of admiration.

"No wonder that guy was able to build such a huge empire."

Neither of them intended to place a bet, since at their level of cultivation, they no longer carried any Xuanjing (mystic crystals).

Just wait and see.

Not only were a few powerful Emperor-level experts waiting, but everyone present was waiting.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

At first, everyone was having a heated discussion, but as time went on, the discussion gradually subsided.

Some people began to meditate and rest.

Some people even lay down directly.

The sky was getting dark.

No one left. Most of the people present had staked their entire fortunes on this, so of course they couldn't leave now.

After an unknown amount of time, everyone was suddenly awakened by a commotion coming from below.

An extremely yin and evil aura suddenly surged up, soaring straight to the heavens.

"The Abyss is in turmoil! The Abyss is in turmoil!"

Shouts rang out, and several figures appeared hastily.

Some people recognized the person in the lead as Elder Wu, a master of array formations in the world, who was in charge of setting up the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Array on the outer perimeter of the Demon Abyss.

"Old Wu, what's going on? Do you need our help?"

Immediately, someone stepped forward to inquire.

Many others stood up, looked around, and prepared to flee before things went wrong.

Old Wu looked very anxious.

"This riot is more violent than ever before, and we need to activate a grand formation to maintain it. However, the formation is still missing one final step: it requires the bloodline of a powerful being to cleanse the formation's core, ideally someone at the Emperor Realm..."

Upon hearing this, everyone was relieved, realizing it had nothing to do with them.

However, the owner of Wan Jin Lou, who was present, changed his expression.

broken.

It was aimed at him.

Everyone knows that one's cultivation level is integrated into one's bloodline. Even releasing a small amount of bloodline can lead to a drop in cultivation level.

"I...I'll go ask Fellow Daoist Zhuo and Fellow Daoist Gan."

He thought for a moment and prepared to slip away, but to his surprise, Old Wu was very decisive and immediately knelt down before him, shouting and wailing.

"Lord Wan, please, for the sake of all living beings, use the Emperor's blood to suppress the Demon Abyss."

The landlord's face darkened.

Isn't this moral blackmail? What does it have to do with the common people?

Just then, Zhuo Bufan and Gan Zheng sensed something was wrong and rushed over. Upon hearing Elder Wu's words, the two felt uneasy and were about to turn and run away when Master Wan shouted.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, Fellow Daoist Gan, the Demon Abyss has erupted. We urge you both to come and discuss countermeasures with us for the sake of all living beings."

What a wonderful concept for all living beings! This is incredibly useful.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two had no choice but to stop and land awkwardly.

But who will donate blood?

With one-third of his blood remaining, his cultivation level would likely drop to the mid-stage of the Emperor Realm.

Gan Zheng excused himself, saying he was too old and couldn't afford to lose blood.

Zhuo Bufan said that as a sword cultivator, he had too many enemies and could not bear the consequences of his cultivation level dropping.

Wan Qianjin went even further, saying that he hadn't married yet and his bloodline couldn't be damaged.

In short, everyone has their own reasons.

Old Wu was so anxious that he kowtowed repeatedly, and the people behind him also knelt down. Even many onlookers were moved and knelt down as well.

"Three seniors, as you can see, the lives of all beings in the four regions and five continents are on your shoulders."

"That's right, that's right. It's mainly because my bloodline isn't good enough and my talent is terrible. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have refused."

"Old Wu, will my blood, Zhao Laosan's blood, work? I'll go. If I don't go to hell, who will?" The cultivator named Zhao Laosan stood up, looking like he was ready to sacrifice himself.

Old Wu glanced at him, his expression helpless. The other party's cultivation was only at the Marquis level, and he was a rogue cultivator. It was impossible for him to have any blood relation with an Emperor level expert.

"Thank you, brave warrior. However, even if it is a sacrifice of life, at least a descendant of the Great Emperor is required."

Zhao Laosan's expression revealed exaggerated frustration, and he let out a long sigh.

"Alas, my life is insignificant; I had the will to save the world, but alas..."

At that moment, someone interrupted.

“Zhao Laosan, I remember your grandfather was a disowned disciple of the Sword Sect. Didn’t you say before that your grandfather was a descendant of Senior Zhuo? He was expelled from the sect for making a mistake and was forced to change his surname.”

"So, you might be a descendant of Senior Zhuo, possessing the bloodline of an Emperor."

Everyone immediately looked over.

Even Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Laosan.

Zhao Laosan immediately broke out in a sweat.

"That, that was all just me bragging. I only heard my dad say it when he was drunk. Don't take it seriously."

Immediately someone presented him with a spirit stone.

“Zhao Laosan, you have the well-being of the world in your heart. This Lingxi Stone can test bloodline, and it’s not troublesome. Just a drop of blood is enough.”

Holy crap.

They really want him dead.

When Zhao Laosan held the Lingxi Stone, it felt like he was holding a red branding iron.

It's burning hot.

"This, this, what is Senior Zhuo's status? How could I dare to make him shed a single drop of blood? This is not a sin—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhuo Bufan flicked his finger, and a drop of blood radiating rich vitality flew onto the Spirit Rhinoceros Stone.

"I can vaguely sense that your father might not be lying..."

Zhuo Bufan spoke calmly.

He could indeed vaguely sense that the person in front of him had some blood connection with him, but he had lived for over five hundred years, and even if there was a connection, it would be countless generations ago, so he didn't care.

"This, this..."

Zhao Laosan raised his hand, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

Holy crap.

He was just showing off; he never intended to sacrifice his life.

Everyone stared at him. Some mocked, some smiled, and some remained silent. There is great terror between life and death. Who told you to show off? Now you're in trouble.

"Brave warrior Zhao, the people of the world will remember your sacrifice. Please verify your bloodline quickly, the formation below can't wait any longer."

Old Wu urged him repeatedly.

Zhao Laosan's legs started to tremble. He wanted to pretend to faint, but he was afraid that if he did, those people would sacrifice him.

"Hurry up, Zhao Laosan."

"Don't hesitate, I will build a cenotaph for you when I get back, and I will offer you good wine and food every year."

“I will take care of your wife, so you don’t need to worry.”

Zhao Laosan was on the verge of tears and collapsed to the ground.

You shouldn't have pretended like that.

He regretted it.

"Hehe, why bother? Emperor Yue cares for all living beings and is willing to use his imperial blood to suppress the Demon Abyss."

At this moment, a voice came from the horizon, and everyone's hearts were startled. Turning around, they saw Chang Qing suddenly arrive, carrying a person in his hand, whose life or death was unknown. It was Yue Cangwu.

Holy crap!

The Great Emperor lost?!

Everyone's jaws nearly dropped to the floor; their mouths were agape, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"My Mystic Crystal!"

Suddenly, someone who had bet on the Great Emperor let out a wail and fainted, and the scene instantly shattered.

"Hahahaha, we've made a fortune!"

Liu Lingxin blushed and let out a clear laugh.

Just as the owner of Wan Jin Lou and the others were about to come up and speak, Chang Qing waved his hand.

"Old Wu, come down with me."