Zheng Ya publicly exposed Prince Rong and Manager Qi's sob story, but the two ignored it and continued their act.
This prompted the ten uninvited guests to watch the show with disdainful sneers.
The onlookers were confused, caught between Prince Rong's benevolence and love for the people, Zheng Ya's revelation that he was a hypocrite, and the aggrieved witnesses Liu Yuan and his grandson, along with all the staff of Fuxianglou, who were cooperating with their masters in putting on a tragic show. They couldn't tell right from wrong.
This situation, however, spread rapidly outwards as intelligence was relayed by informants from various factions, causing a sensation at one point.
Psychic power increased by 73.
Psychic power increased by 420.
Psychic power increased by 17,000...
Zheng Ya sensed the ever-increasing spiritual energy in his supernatural small world and revealed a smile that said he had always made a profit. The shopkeeper Qi, feeling weak, stood up and said, "Your Highness, I would rather die than allow anyone to slander Your Highness's reputation."
"I humbly request Your Highness's permission to place a bet?"
"Manager Qi, I have done good deeds all my life and have never done anything to harm anyone. Even if you were to sacrifice me as a wager, it wouldn't be for you..." Prince Rong's emotional appeal, which he put on too well, convinced the onlookers.
"Clap clap!" Zheng Ya clapped his hands to stop them: "Prince Rong, don't forget that your personal bodyguard Zheng Yi died so bravely."
Stop with the sentimentality, if you've got the guts, go ahead and gamble...
"Your Highness, I beg you to grant my request, sob sob!" Manager Qi cried anxiously. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was terrified of this endless torment that was like killing someone's spirit!
Seeing that he could no longer continue the act, Prince Rong feigned anger and said, "Fine, fine, you've forced my lifelong reputation to this state."
You truly live up to your reputation as a disciple of the immortal sect, arrogant, domineering, and doing whatever you please.
Good, very good. I only regret that I am not strong enough to restrain a disobedient son like you who betrays his ancestors. So why not agree to your bet?
"At worst, I'll let you win the bet, and I'll personally wear mourning clothes for Manager Qi..."
"Clap clap!" Zheng Ya applauded his acting skills again: "Prince Rong, you are good, very good, you acted really well."
No wonder you are so benevolent and righteous, and have won the hearts of the people...
"Enough! I've already made my bet. Why aren't you revealing the truth? Or are you trying to stall for time?" Prince Rong angrily rebuked. That damned Fu Ya, always trying to expose people's weaknesses?
Zheng Ya once again amassed a wave of spiritual energy, then turned to Liu Yan'er with a smile and snapped his fingers, saying, "Tch, do you think I'm as shameless and despicable as you, spouting righteousness and morality while secretly engaging in illicit sexual acts?"
"Come on, let's settle the bet!"
The snap of her fingers startled everyone, drawing all eyes to Liu Yan'er.
But as Zheng Ya snapped his fingers, Liu Yan'er trembled violently. Her flushed face radiated a surge of energy, accompanied by a burst of iridescent light: "Buzz."
The shockwave dissipated, blocking the cold wind and stirring up clumps of snow on the snowy ground in the middle of the street, which shone brightly in the winter sun, dazzlingly beautiful.
"Wow!" The onlookers exclaimed instinctively, instantly infecting the entire crowd, with screams rising and falling.
It's no wonder that the public found it strange and exclaimed in amazement, revealing their deepest desires.
This is because people with spiritual roots are extremely rare, with a ratio of about one in 100,000. As a result, even in Kyoto, a place where nobles and cultivators gather, ordinary people rarely see cultivators displaying their magical powers and spells.
Occasionally, one might witness a cultivator flying through the air, proving their existence.
That's nothing more than arousing ordinary people's admiration, longing, and dreams of becoming cultivators, flying high and escaping into the earth.
After waking from the dream, all that remains is desolation and a bleak reality, which everyone feels resistant to.
At this moment, Zheng Ya has Liu Yan'er take a high-grade spiritual root repair liquid to improve the quality of her spiritual root and her cultivation level. This is equivalent to allowing an ordinary person to reshape their spiritual root, instantly awakening the desire in the hearts of ordinary people.
The light of hope, emanating from the depths of their hearts, caused the public to erupt in uncontrollable screams.
Even Master Tianyuan and the others were no exception; they were all moved and said in astonishment and doubt, "This, how is this possible?"
"Yes, this little girl took the high-grade spiritual root repair liquid and in just half an incense stick's time, she increased her cultivation from the second level of Qi Refining to the sixth level, an increase of four levels! My goodness..." The Grand Elder was so excited that he wanted to rush over and snatch the little girl to check her cultivation and spiritual root grade.
The others hesitated to speak, but Prince Rong retorted angrily, "Hmph, what a fuss! Just because his cultivation level increased by four levels doesn't mean that Fu Ya won the bet."
I simply refuse to believe that this girl's spiritual root grade can be raised by a whole realm.
Spiritual roots are divided into four realms: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Each realm is further divided into four levels: upper, middle, lower, and supreme.
"Taking high-grade spiritual root repair fluid can improve the grade of one's spiritual root, but to improve it by four grades, or even a whole realm, I simply don't believe it."
"Fu Ya, Viscount Fu, you are openly destroying people's foundations, your intentions are malicious!" Manager Qi added insult to injury, cooperating with Prince Rong's act.
The two of them sang in unison, and the onlookers believed them.
Master Tianyuan and the others exchanged glances and said uncertainly, "Yes, it's not unheard of throughout history for people to upgrade the grade of their spiritual roots."
But those rare miracles all depend on the spiritual essence of nature to enhance them.
"It's truly impossible to elevate one's soul grade, let alone a whole realm, simply by consuming a single bottle of high-grade spiritual root repair fluid, right?"
"Viscount Fu, His Majesty has invited you. Why not bring this grandmother and grandson to the palace to test the quality of the high-grade spiritual root repair fluid?" The Grand Elder smoothed things over, falsely reporting that His Majesty had summoned him to act as a peacemaker.
Prince Rong clenched his fists in anger, suppressing his rage and remaining silent. However, he noticed that Manager Qi had seen through his words and interrupted angrily, saying, "No! Fu Ya has slandered my prince. If we don't give him an explanation, let the world see Fu Ya's sinister intentions. Where will that leave my prince?"
This matter must be exposed publicly, to expose the gambling?
"Where did this lackey come from? Do you have the right to speak here?" Master Tianyuan turned to him and roared, his mere aura causing Manager Qi to roll on the ground, coughing up blood: "Ah!"
"Isn't it inappropriate for the Venerable One to openly bully my people?" Prince Rong retorted angrily. Venerable One ignored him and sneered, provoking Prince Rong to make a move, which was exactly what the Emperor Emeritus wanted to see.
The other cultivators tensed up, their swords drawn.
An invisible aura emanated from it, making it difficult for the crowd to breathe, and they scattered in all directions: "Crunch."
"Alright, does anyone have a spirit-testing stone? Please take it out and test Liu Yan'er's spiritual root grade. Thank you for your trouble." Zheng Ya keenly sensed that they were about to start a fight and, not wanting to become their stepping stone or scapegoat, took out a bottle of high-grade spiritual root repair fluid and said.
"Ah, I have them, I, I, I!" The ten cultivators all took out their spirit-testing stones, forgetting everything else.
Liu Yuan objected: "Lord Fu, I already have a spirit-testing stone. It's not worth wasting a bottle of high-grade spirit root repair fluid to exchange for a spirit-testing stone to test my granddaughter's spirit root..."
“Fellow Daoist, if Viscount Fu wants to convince the public, whether he uses the spirit-testing stone in your hand or his own spirit-testing stone to test Liu Yan’er’s spiritual root grade, it will be difficult to convince them!” Tianyuan Shangren said righteously, staring at the spiritual root repair fluid in Zheng Ya’s hand.
The others all expressed their desire for the Spirit Root Repairing Liquid.
Prince Rong laughed in exasperation: "I'll wait and see. Shall we test the divination and reveal the truth?"
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