Chapter 6: Master, I really can’t hold you back any longer…

"Come on, come on, the new blood competition has started."

"Elder Chen Hai's new disciple, Zhuge Long, has reached the third level of Qi training after only one month of training. Now, a year later, he's already halfway to the foundation-building stage."

"Zuo Fenghua, the direct disciple of the master of Nishang Peak, has mastered the Nishang sword technique to perfection and has reached the ninth level of Qi training. He is the absolute favorite to win!"

"Xiao Yan, the direct disciple of the Yunhai Hall Master, once obtained the ancient 'Strange Fire' sword technique while training outside. Every time he absorbs a different kind of strange fire, his strength rises a level. After six months of training, he has reached the seventh level of Qi training, but he is definitely capable of crossing borders and killing enemies!"

"Nan Wen, the son of the Yunlong Peak Master, is a master of the Thunder and Fire Sword Technique."

Longquan Town, the center of Longquan Sword Sect.

As the New Blood Competition approaches, all the major gambling houses begin to shout, attracting disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect to place their bets.

When you place a bet, these gambling houses will also sell you some information about the players, making you more confident when placing your bets, and even making you feel like a trader.

Little do you know that the information you know is also known by others.

You think you are a trader, but in fact you are just a leek.

On this day, Xiao Mo walked into the largest casino of Longquan Sword Sect.

There is a special area in the casino for this new blood competition.

The names of some contestants were written on signs and then hung on the wall. Below them were the odds, which would be updated every hour to make it convenient for the disciples of Longquan Sword Sect to place bets at any time.

Xiao Mo searched again and again but couldn't find the name he wanted.

"My fellow Daoist, why is the name I'm looking for not here?" Xiao Mo asked a staff member next to him.

"Hey, fellow Daoist, you must have been a cultivator for a short time, right? The name you're looking for isn't on the wall, which means the person you're looking for isn't a favorite to win," said the deacon named Xu Xin. "I wonder which name you're looking for? I can look it up for you."

"Linggan Peak - Jiang Qingyi." Xiao Mo said slowly.

"Jiang Qingyi from Linggan Peak, let me look for her." Xu Xin took out a box and used his spiritual sense to explore inside.

"Found it."

Xu Xin took out a sign from the box.

"Jiang Qingyi from Linggan Peak is at the seventh level of Qi training. She couldn't get started for a long time at first, but she must have had some kind of opportunity later on. She reached the seventh level within a year. Her strength is pretty good, and she has a chance to make it into the top 50. However, she's still a long way from winning the championship."

"What are the odds?" Xiao Mo said lightly.

"As for the odds, the odds for the top 50 are 1 to 2, the top 32 are 1 to 3, the top 16 are 1 to 10, and the top 8."

"Just tell me what the odds of winning are." Xiao Mo interrupted him.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, no one bet on Jiang Qingyi to win.

Let me tell you, fellow Taoist, about the rules of our gambling house.

Our pools are divided into several types.

There is a kind of betting pool called the championship pool, which only bets on the champion.

And bets can only be placed before the New Blood Tournament begins.

If Jiang Qingyi, the person you bet on, wins the championship, and you are the only one betting on her, our casino will deduct a one-point fee, and all the spirit stones in the prize pool will belong to you.

But fellow Daoist, you also have to know that our pool is very large. If you want to bet on such an underdog player, you need to bet at least fifty high-grade spirit stones.

This is a lot of money.

I know you want to support your friends, but friends are friends and money is money, and no one wants to go against money.

Daoist friend, don’t you think so?

Xiao Mo glanced at the deacon calmly, and without wasting any words, he directly threw out a bag of high-grade spirit stones: "A total of fifty high-grade spirit stones, all bet on Jiang Qingyi to win the championship."

When Xiao Mo returned to Linggan Peak, it was already noon and the aroma of food wafted through the yard.

Xiao Mo walked into the yard, and Jiang Qingyi just came out of the kitchen with food.

Ever since Jiang Qingyi came to Linggan Peak, Xiao Mo's yard and room have been cleaned by Jiang Qingyi, and she also prepares three meals a day.

At the beginning, the food Jiang Qingyi cooked was really not that good.

But she learned quickly, and slowly, Jiang Qingyi's cooking skills got better and better.

Nearly a year has passed, and Jiang Qingyi's cooking skills are no less than those of the chefs in some restaurants in Longquan Town.

"Master, you're back. The food is ready. Please sit down and eat." Jiang Qingyi's eyes lit up when she saw her master coming back.

"Okay." Xiao Mo nodded and sat on the stone bench.

The ingredients used in the dishes on the table are naturally not ordinary food in the mortal world, but the flesh and blood of spiritual beasts and vegetables rich in spiritual power, which have many benefits for spiritual practice.

Jiang Qingyi finally brought out a plate of water spinach and filled a bowl of rice for Xiao Mo.

The master and the disciple sat facing each other and ate their meal.

After a while, a crow arrived at the top of Linggan Peak and called out as it flew, "Elder Xiao, there's a letter for you."

As it spoke, the crow dropped a letter from the sky.

Xiao Mo took it, opened it and took a look, then put it away.

"Master, what's in the letter?" Jiang Qingyi asked.

"Nothing, just proof of my bet."

"Bet? Proof?" Jiang Qingyi blinked, suddenly understanding. "It's about the New Blood Competition, right? It seems like a lot of people are betting lately. Master, who do you think will win?"

Xiao Mo smiled and looked at his disciple with a smile: "What do you think?"

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi was stunned.

"No, no. Master, how can you hold me back? I can't do it." Jiang Qingyi waved her hands quickly.

Although he said that he would definitely perform well in this new blood competition for the sake of his master.

But I really don't have the confidence to win the championship.

"You are my apprentice, who else should I bet on if not you?" Xiao Mo smiled.

"Master, how much did you bet?" Jiang Qingyi looked at her master nervously.

"Not much." Xiao Mo picked up the bowl and took a bite.

"That's good."

"It's only fifty high-grade spirit stones."

"Ah?" Jiang Qingyi was startled and stood up suddenly. "Master, your monthly salary of spirit stones is only twenty high-grade spirit stones."

"That's what I said." Xiao Mo looked at Jiang Qingyi with a smile, "But how can my apprentice be without support?"

"But Master, this is too much." Jiang Qingyi already had some attributes of a housekeeper.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiao Mo patted her head gently. "In ten days, my salary for this month will come down. We won't starve to death. But when the competition starts, I have to go to other places to pawn half a month's salary to support my apprentice."

"Master." Jiang Qingyi's helpless voice echoed through the mountains, "I really can't hold you back any longer."

(End of this chapter)