"Fellow Daoists, please stop as you pass by."
In the depths of the forest, a platform built of ancient wood stood tall, and a middle-aged man who looked like a cunning merchant was shouting. Behind him was a wooden sign with some words faintly visible on it.
Many monks were gathered around the wooden platform.
"Fellow Daoists, please behold!"
"Where will the Death Bell belong? To whom will it fall?"
"The Rich Man's Pavilion welcomes all fellow cultivators to place bets. One bet could lead you to the pinnacle of life!"
"Ha ha!"
"Of course, I recommend that you choose popular forces to bet on, such as the Wuji Divine Dynasty, the Void God Heavenly Palace, and the Falling Flower Sect in our Chaos Imperial Domain, the Undying Dragon Clan and the Heavenly King Thunder Bear Clan in the Eternal Demon Domain, and the Crimson Blood Demon Clan and the Drought Demon Clan in the Endless Demon Abyss."
The middle-aged man stroked his mustache and smiled as he addressed the group of cultivators.
"As long as you dare to place your bet, my Baofu Pavilion dares to pay out."
"There's no time like the present. Fellow Daoists, please hurry, because once the Black Soil Dead Mountain opens, this opportunity will be gone."
"..."
These words were spoken.
Many cultivators were tempted. Although the Rich Man's Pavilion was not a top-tier force in the Chaos Region, it still had a reputation and at least some integrity, so it was worth a try.
Soon, quite a few people placed bets.
"That's interesting."
Not far away, Ning Tian and his group watched this scene. He stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
"Hehe~ Honey, how about we place a bet and have some fun?" Su Yueyao's laughter was as melodious as a silver bell as she looked at Ning Tian.
"Hmm~ I think it's a good idea."
Ning Tian stroked his chin and nodded.
Upon hearing this, Tianmei, Tu Lao, and the others silently mourned for the Rich Man's Pavilion for three seconds. Being targeted by this kind-hearted couple, the Rich Man's Pavilion was about to experience what it meant to be bankrupt.
The group walked over.
The manager of the get-rich-quick scheme was still shouting orders.
"I'll place a bet."
At this moment, a voice with a smile rang out, and everyone subconsciously looked over, but they couldn't quite make out the figures of this group of people. After all, apart from Ning Tian and Tian Mei, everyone in Ning Tian's group was a Great Emperor.
It's really too easy to prevent this group from seeing through your true colors.
"hiss…"
"Could this be some powerful force?"
Seeing this, many cultivators around looked rather solemn.
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. Looking at the group of people acting mysteriously, he figured they must be big spenders, and he might be able to make a fortune off them!
Thinking of this, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Ning Tian with a smile.
But just as he was about to speak, he froze.
Although he couldn't see Ning Tian's exact face, he could still make out Ning Tian's smiling expression.
That laugh…
Why does it feel like you're laughing even more shamelessly than you are?
Who exactly is the unscrupulous merchant?
He paused for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and looked over again, but this time he couldn't see Ning Tian smiling at all. Immediately, he frowned. Was he hallucinating? This was truly bizarre.
Then, the manager smiled and looked at Ning Tian: "Fellow Daoist, which company do you wish to bet on?"
“Tell me the rules.”
Ning Tian did not rush to place a bet.
"It's like this..." The manager explained the betting rules in a very fast tone. Basically, there was no limit to the amount you could bet on. If the person you bet on got the Death Bell, after deducting the Fortune Pavilion's handling fee, you would receive a reward of ten times your bet.
in other words.
The more you bet, the more spirit coins you receive.
"oh?"
"Tenfold bonus."
Ning Tian murmured, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the middle-aged man again: "What if I'm the only one betting on this? Then all the spirit coins will be mine?"
Ten times the bonus?
If the patriarch were only after a tenfold reward, that wouldn't be his style.
"That's right."
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion smiled and nodded, narrowing his eyes: "According to the rules, that is indeed the case. However, I still suggest that you follow the crowd, because that's how you can earn spirit coins."
Any normal person would choose to bet on the most popular factions.
Because those unknown minor forces entered the Black Soil Dead Mountain, let alone obtaining the Death Bell, their survival was questionable.
They're willing to gamble, but not willing to lose for nothing.
"I see."
Ning Tian seemed to be deep in thought. If the manager of this Sudden Wealth Pavilion could see through the fog, he would definitely be able to see Ning Tian's smiling face beneath it.
When the patriarch smiles, others usually don't have a good ending.
"Fellow Daoist, have you thought this through?"
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion looked at Ning Tian and asked.
"Um."
Ning Tian nodded slightly, then pointed to himself: "I bet, we win."
"Um?"
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion was stunned for a moment, and the surrounding cultivators also looked at Ning Tian and his group with strange expressions. Are these guys out of their minds? Why didn't they choose the popular forces, but chose themselves?
Is it free?
Or are they also a hidden force?
"Fellow Daoist, are you betting on yourself?" The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion frowned slightly, but out of professional courtesy, he still confirmed it very seriously.
"That's right."
Ning Tian's answer was concise and to the point.
"..."
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion paused for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, may I ask which faction this fellow Daoist belongs to?"
These words were spoken.
Many eyes immediately turned to look at them, all wanting to find out what was going on.
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