Old Man Mi was also in a bit of a predicament—wait, something seems wrong, his testicles are long gone, but the feeling is similar.
The reason he taught this guy the Sunflower Illusionary Body Technique was because he had finally found a suitable vessel and didn't want anything to happen to it before he possessed it.
But he didn't expect the other party to learn the Sunflower Illusion so quickly. You should know that the Sunflower Illusion has 9 levels. The first level is enough to allow one to move freely when surrounded by several cultivators of the same level, and one is not afraid of opponents one or two levels higher. If one cultivates to the ninth level, even a grandmaster would have a hard time touching the hem of his clothes.
It usually takes several months for an ordinary person to master the first level, so even if I taught him, these few nights of training would at most allow him to protect himself in the family competition.
But this guy is just too monstrous. He's already reached the first level, or even the second level. If he uses it on the arena tomorrow, although the chances of his movement technique being recognized in Bright Moon City are slim, it's better to be safe than sorry. If his whereabouts are revealed, it will be troublesome.
So the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he decided to come and give a warning before the competition.
Seeing the other person's dumbfounded look, he said, "I'll teach you another method. Slightly change the route of your vital energy circulation, and it won't be easy for others to detect."
Zu An was overjoyed: "Senior, you are amazing! You can change such a powerful movement technique so easily." But in his heart, he was secretly on guard. Was his movement technique something he was ashamed of?
The other party had warned him before not to reveal the name of the movement technique, and now they were still not at ease and came back to change it again. What exactly is this guy hiding from?
You have to be careful not to let him lead you into a trap.
While Zaun was practicing his modified version of "Sunflower Illusion" in the backyard, Cheng Shouping was happily wandering around various gambling dens, finally choosing one where Zaun's odds of losing were a fraction of a percent higher.
"If my son-in-law finds out that I secretly changed his betting plan, will he beat me to death?" Cheng Shouping suddenly hesitated.
However, he thought again, "I'm just being considerate of my son-in-law, so that he won't lose both the competition and the money. There are many things that the masters can't say, so we servants have to figure out what the masters want."
To this day, he still doesn't understand why the master and mistress were so angry when the madam had clearly said she wanted to find a concubine for the master and had thoughtfully found a bunch of young ladies to bring back.
With this thought in mind, he immediately felt reassured and spent 10,000 taels to bet on Zuan to lose.
Not long after he left, a man and a woman came out of the gambling den. The man was handsome and tall, and the woman was dignified and classical. They made a perfect couple.
"Young master, young lady!"
The clerk who had just collected the bets hurriedly bowed to the two men. If Zu An were here, he would immediately recognize them; they were old acquaintances.
The man was Sang Qian, whom I had met at the Silver Hook Gambling House; the woman was someone I knew better, Zheng Dan, who had inexplicably taken the initiative before.
"Are you sure he's Zu'an's personal page?" Sang Qian asked in a deep voice, watching Cheng Shouping's departing figure. After the incident at the Silver Hook Gambling House, he secretly supported the Zheng family in opening a new gambling house. The Zheng family was already involved in this field, and with the support of the Sang family, they were even more powerful, and their current momentum was quite strong.
“Yes,” the man nodded, “his name is Cheng Shouping, and he is Zaun’s only servant.”
"He bet on Zuan to lose?" Sang Qian still looked somewhat disbelieving.
"Yes, and I bought ten thousand taels," the shopkeeper replied.
Zheng Dan frowned slightly: "Where would a servant like him get 10,000 taels? It's obvious that Zu An instructed him to buy it. But I really didn't expect that Zu An would actually bet on himself to lose."
Sang Qian laughed and said, "He provoked Yuan Wendong so many times before, and we always thought that this guy had some trump card, so we waited here to check. We didn't expect that he would admit defeat quietly. He really is someone who rose from the bottom. Even if he becomes the son-in-law of the Chu family, he can't change his habit of being greedy for small gains."
Zheng Dan, standing to the side, hesitated, recalling the composed young man who had made everyone else in the academy look foolish. She always felt that he was not simple, but the facts were right in front of her, leaving her no choice but to believe it.
"Send someone to inform Shi Kun that all his worries are unnecessary, and that this guy is still a hopeless case." Sang Qian laughed. "By the way, did that page rig the betting?"
The man nodded: "It's all rigged. The betting slip is written with special ink. Tomorrow, the surface writing will fade, revealing the underlying writing, and the betting slip will change to 'bet on Zuan to win.'"
"Well done!" Sang Qian snorted. "This guy was thinking of recouping his losses from the casino after losing in the arena, but I, this young master, will not do as you wish."
Suddenly, he thought of something and couldn't help but frown: "But why did this guy only bet 10,000 taels? Doesn't he have that much money?"
Zheng Dan, standing to the side, smiled gently: "Brother Sang, have you forgotten? Most of the money he won at the Silver Hook Casino was in the form of IOUs. He can't possibly use the money from the IOUs to place bets, can he?"
“That’s true,” Sang Qian smiled slightly. “However, he should have had forty or fifty thousand taels of silver notes on him. This time he was only willing to take out ten thousand taels. He really can’t shake off the petty mentality of the lower class.”
Zheng Dan felt that the person she remembered was really not as petty as she thought, so she hesitated and said, "Could it be that he placed bets in several places at once?"
Sang Qian's expression hardened: "That is indeed possible. Send someone to investigate immediately, to make sure he doesn't bet against us and lose, and then place even more bets elsewhere to win."
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