CHAPTER 486: CHAPTER 496: SWOLLEN FACE TO PRETEND TO BE FAT

Whenever this matter is brought up, Young Master Jia just can’t control himself, grinding his teeth and glaring at Chu Feng.

When Chu Feng took out the jade pendant, Young Master Jia hated him even more to the point of insanity.

His gaze was like a starving wolf that had spotted delicious prey, fixed fiercely on the jade pendant in Chu Feng’s hand.

"Speak, how shall we gamble this time?" Young Master Jia’s voice was icy and bone-piercing. He desperately wanted to win back that jade pendant; otherwise, he wouldn’t stoop to engage with Chu Feng, a lowly Outer Disciple.

"Heh heh, weren’t you mocking me that I couldn’t pass the third barrier? Shall we bet on this, do you dare?"

"If I lose, I’ll return the jade pendant to you. If I win, I want 500,000 silver taels." Chu Feng was originally worried about where he would earn the money to gather the medicinal materials needed to reach the Late-stage Great Sword Master realm.

Now, here comes Young Master Jia, the fat pig, delivering himself for the slaughter, so why be polite?

A knife goes in white, comes out red; let him bleed out and lose a few pieces of flesh.

500,000 silver taels is undoubtedly not a small sum.

An average Sect disciple definitely doesn’t possess such wealth. But Young Master Jia is the son of Zong Ling, a true ’Rich second generation’, surely with considerable value. And for such people, ruining a fortune is done without hesitation.

Even if his father owned mountains of gold and silver, he could bring them to ruin.

Chu Feng’s favorite pastime is to deal with those who think highly of themselves, full of superiority. Seeing their lofty ’noble’ expressions, he can’t help wanting to measure their faces with the soles of his shoes.

"Another bet!"

Among the onlookers who came for the drama, quite a few remembered the last time Chu Feng made a bet with Young Master Jia.

The scene back then was so similar to this moment!

Back then, no one had faith in Chu Feng. Yet, he managed to astonishingly get through the second barrier of the Qiankun Sword Formation and won Young Master Jia’s ancestral jade pendant, making quite the statement.

This time Chu Feng is actually attempting the third barrier, startling many people.

Everyone is very curious about who will win or lose between Young Master Jia and him.

They really want to know the outcome.

Young Master Jia’s face showed hesitation; 500,000 taels is not a trivial amount. If he lost, this time he might not just receive a severe scolding from his father, but rather his father might break his legs.

"Does Young Master Jia dare not to bet? If you don’t dare, then stop your incessant babbling, roll aside, and shut your beak!" Others might fear Young Master Jia, an Inner Sect Disciple, but Chu Feng didn’t take this profligate seriously.

Last time the two competed on the stage, Young Master Jia was beaten down by Chu Feng twice in succession.

Fully defeated, he was left without any spirit.

All eyes fell on Young Master Jia’s face.

However, compared with a short while ago, this time the look in people’s eyes had somewhat changed.

Before this, people looked up to Young Master Jia with respect and admiration. After all, he is an Inner Sect Disciple, with a very noble status.

Now, Young Master Jia appears hesitant in front of Chu Feng, doubtful and unmanly.

In terms of aura, he immediately seemed weaker.

Moreover, Chu Feng belongs to the Outer Disciples, and only a few like Mao Wu Mountain Master and Manager Tang Ying are the ones who play both sides. Other Outer Disciples, especially the lower levels and those who have been oppressed by Inner Sect disciples.

Naturally, they stand with Chu Feng.

Because they are all part of the weaker group.

In their hearts, there is some anticipation, hoping that Chu Feng can give a voice to the Outer Disciples and fiercely slap the Inner Sect Disciples’ faces.

In the future, they won’t have to walk with their heads down.

At this moment, Han Xiaoying is also very cooperative with her husband. She lifts her slender, fair neck like a proud and beautiful swan, using a disdainful look and a face full of mockery to watch Young Master Jia.

"Damn, this Chu brat dares to be so arrogant in front of me. If I don’t accept his challenge today, he won’t understand just how formidable I am!"

"Han Xiaoying, that little vixen, is also watching. I absolutely cannot lose face!"

Filled with anger, Young Master Jia couldn’t stand losing face in front of anyone, especially not before a beauty.

"Hmph, a bet is a bet. It’s just a mere 500,000 silver taels, right? To me, that’s nothing but chicken feed."

Young Master Jia was pretending to be more than he was, letting his head get hot in the face of provocation.

He not only agreed to Chu Feng’s challenge but also bragged boastfully about it.

"A gentleman’s word is his bond! Since Young Master Jia is willing to bet, then bring out the silver. Just talking won’t do." As an Outer Disciple, Chu Feng had to make Young Master Jia put down the wager in advance.

Otherwise, considering Young Master Jia’s character, he might refuse to acknowledge his loss.

"Let’s stick to the old rules; we’ll place the bets with her." Saying so, Chu Feng took the initiative to hand over the Jade Pendant to Han Xiaoying.

No one noticed that the Heavenly Silkworm inside the pendant had lost its spirit and was motionless.

As it had been forced by Chu Feng into the Demon Slaying Sword, merging with the Heavenly Divine Weapon.

In truth, the pendant had lost its value.

To put it vividly, it was like a plucked phoenix, not as good as a chicken.

Yet Young Master Jia, blissfully unaware, was still treating this pendant like a treasure, eagerly hoping to win it back.

Young Master Jia hesitated and dithered, with no action for a long while.

"Haha, could it be that Young Master Jia can’t produce 500,000 silver taels?" Chu Feng laughed exaggeratedly, his voice also particularly loud.

Many people watched Young Master Jia with schadenfreude.

Chu Feng enabled these lowest-ranking Outer Disciples to feel a bit of superiority.

Usually, only the Inner Sect Disciples would flaunt their superiority before them.

Today, it was damn satisfying.

"Young Master Jia is the son of Zong Ling and also an Inner Sect Disciple, for him to take out 500,000 is naturally no big deal!"

With shining eyes full of admiration, Han Xiaoying praised Young Master Jia.

That single compliment made Young Master Jia straighten his back, feeling as though he’d lost some weight in his bones. With a vigor akin to having chicken blood injected, his face flushed, and he glowed with arrogance. Patting his chest that resembled chicken ribs, he pulled out several Gold notes from his bosom.

"Here, these are Gold notes for fifty thousand taels! Let Junior Sister Han hold on to them first!"

Young Master Jia personally brought the Gold notes over to Han Xiaoying. Repeating an old trick, he tried to touch her jade hands while handing over the notes, to take advantage.

However, Chu Feng snatched them away with a turn of his body.

"I need to check if they are real!" Chu Feng was infuriatingly nonchalant.

Shaking the notes in his hand and examining them in the light.

"You scoundrel, with my status, would I truly give fake Gold notes?" Young Master Jia was so angry his face turned blue as his eyes shot fire, smoke seemingly coming from his head.

It was outright humiliation.

He was the son of Zong Ling, and yet Chu Feng dared to publicly question his integrity. How could he not be enraged?

Chu Feng wasn’t buying it, handing over the notes to Han Xiaoying only after verifying they were genuine.

"Jia Zhenjing, a hypocrite, with your ridiculous name, it’s hard not to doubt you!" Chu Feng threw out a ridiculing, infuriating comment that made others burst into laughter, then swaggered into the Qiankun Sword Formation.