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As Hong Yulong turned gracefully, he noticed that all the cultivators were aware of Xu Qiaoshan's defeat. Just as he was about to cheer and shout in excitement, he saw a figure draped in mink fur entering the arena, heading straight for Gu Ping.
Gu Ping naturally understood why the person had come, but Bu Luo and Zhuiqi were oblivious as they walked towards Hong Yulong.
"Is this Jiang Ping, Young Master Jiang?" the newcomer asked, clasping his hands in front of him with a broad smile, yet no one dared to speak. Bu Luo had intended to rally the crowd, but upon seeing the Mink-Fur Youth, everyone fell silent. It was clear that he possessed strength and influence; it was evident that he was not someone an ordinary person could provoke.
Why did he think that he couldn't produce so many spirit stones? Did he believe his betting amount was too small to be taken seriously?
Since the person had called him out by name, there was no reason to hide any longer. Turning around with a smile on his face, Gu Ping looked at the mink-furred man while pondering. Although it was early March and Tiandong City was located along the coast—at the southernmost tip of Dust Realm—it wasn't exactly warm, but it certainly wasn't cold either. Did he not feel uncomfortable wearing so many layers?
Bu Luo knew that even Foundation Practitioners could withstand extreme temperatures, but would this person truly be indifferent to heat and cold? He must be an ignorant immortal.
Young Master Jiang tossed a million spirit stones casually; even if the Da Qin Crown Prince had arrived, he wouldn't have displayed such extravagance. It was surprising that no one knew about such a prominent figure in Tiandong City. Although his business might be small, it certainly attracted attention.
Small bets are for fun, while large bets can be detrimental. If my friend is reluctant to part with that million spirit stones, then let Jiang Ping consider it a gift from me—just as a gesture of friendship.
Gu Ping waved his leg dismissively. The Dao Foundation held various rare items within its vaults; selling to Sky's End Tower had brought in spirit stones worth millions. For ordinary sect disciples, seeing such a large sum of spirit stones in their lifetime was unlikely; thus, a million was merely a small amount.
Was Young Master Jiang afraid that his million would go to waste? Even during regular matches at the Grand Arena, betting rarely exceeded one hundred thousand spirit stones. With such wealth, one might attract envy.
Did he think that one million spirit stones were just crumbs? Gu Ping scratched his teeth and grinned as if licking them. "Then how about I raise the stakes by another million? Care to bet against me?"
I and him? The Mink-Fur Youth suddenly broke into a smile, which quickly turned into laughter. "Ha ha, do I know who he is?"
But in Tiandong City, there weren't many dye houses, and at his age, there were even fewer. Those who could gain respect in the Universe Hall were even rarer. However, that didn't mean there were none. Dong had heard of one such person before. "I don't deny it," he said.
The Mink-Fur Youth was undoubtedly the fifth Prince of Tiandong City, Pei Gui, who was ranked high on the Heavenly Ranking.
Dong touched his grandmother green ring and glanced at Gu Ping a few times. A person with such insight to speak so boldly must have some backing. No matter what kind of shield one had, it would be useless against true strength. Did this person really think Dong was afraid of him? It seemed like a futile bluff.
With Dong's strength, how could he be afraid of facing a challenge? Was he worried that Dong couldn't produce a million spirit stones?
Since he wanted to offer spirit stones, Dong naturally wouldn't be polite. If he was generous, then the other party wouldn't hold back either. Why not let me have three moves?
Oh, if he truly allowed Dong three moves, then it would be better to comply. He should make sure not to underestimate Dong at that moment.
It was worth a try.
The crowd secretly wiped their sweat. Bu Luo and Yan Dong thought Jiang Ping was somewhat overestimating himself. Even Hong Yulong felt that Yan Dong and Gu Ping were being too arrogant. After all, Transcendence was still Transcendence; golden battles of Transcendence were nothing but ants trying to shake a tree.
Outside in the long street realm, the scene shifted once again. The two found themselves amidst a sea of stars, with countless stars shining brightly in the sky, decorating it like a dream for mortals. Yet, Gu Ping and the Mink-Fur Youth showed no interest in admiring the celestial beauty.
Gu Ping had never realized that the esteemed Prince of Tiandong City, the greatest Meritorious Disciple in that realm, would actually run his own casino and earn money himself. It seemed his business was doing quite well and just starting out; otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over upon hearing such large numbers, fearing someone might disrupt his establishment. He couldn't help but wonder how the prince managed his affairs.
Although it was the first time Pei Gui met Gu Ping, he had been keeping an eye on him for the past few days. After all, Gu Ping was a regular at the Grand Arena, known for his impressive kicks. Pei Gui thought about how tomorrow he would give Gu Ping a taste of his own medicine. If he lost, it wouldn't matter much; but if he won, the wealthy patrons who bet on him would have to pay up. Pei Gui may not be the Prince of Tiandong City, but he couldn't squander the hard-earned money of the citizens of the entire city. He had lived for two or three decades himself and knew better than to risk everything. He was a master craftsman and a renowned alchemist; if everyone played like Gu Ping, he might end up losing his pants.
Despite what Minghong or Gu Ping might think, Pei Gui had already made up his mind to show Gu Ping a display of strength and, in the process, win a hundred thousand spirit stones. Why not?
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