CHAPTER 440: CHAPTER 310: OH, WHAT A SWINDLER

Ye Lingyue’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing this; she knew that the first deal of the night had come knocking on her door.

Her reason for coming to the Basic-level Public Area was to earn Elixir Pills and exchange them for more Candle Dragon Elixirs.

Ye Lingyue immediately flashed an incredibly brilliant smile, assuming the tone of a standard merchant.

"Big brother, it’s not expensive. As long as you compete with him and give me half of the agreed wager as a fee, it’s a deal."

No sooner had Ye Lingyue finished speaking than the injured Martial Artist almost burst into swearing.

Damn it, what a heartless little brat! Here I am fighting for my life, and you just sit on the sidelines, lift a finger, tend to someone’s wounds without guaranteeing a cure, and your first demand is for half of my wager? Isn’t this just a scam?

He snorted and paid Ye Lingyue no more attention.

Yet Ye Lingyue was indefatigable, continuing to tag along like a persistent shadow.

"Big brother, if you keep fighting like this, you’ll suffer from excessive blood loss. This deal isn’t costly. Think about it, if I heal you, and after a few uses of Thunderclap Fist, your opponent’s Primordial Power won’t hold out for much longer. Not only can you turn defeat into victory, but even after deducting my fee, you’ll still end up with half the reward. You get to keep your wager, too. It’s a very lucrative deal!"

The Martial Artist was simple-minded, and all the more so as he was embroiled in a life-or-death struggle, his wits even less sharp than usual.

Convinced by Ye Lingyue’s calculations without another thought, he suddenly felt that what she said made a lot of sense.

His opponent was running low on Primordial Power; if he could hold on a little longer, he was sure to win. Then, he would have won half the wager as well as fame—it was too good a deal.

"Fix my injuries, and you’ll get half of the wager," he stated.

"Deal! I guarantee a swift recovery!" Ye Lingyue promptly pulled out a needle and secretly infused it with Cauldron Breath.

With a flick of her wrist and a ’whoosh’ noise, that burly man felt as if something had bitten his chest.

Just as he was about to lash out, he suddenly felt a current of air enter his body, and the previously throbbing pain in his chest and abdomen really vanished on the spot.

Not only that, but he could also feel the Primordial Power within him surging back to life.

"Well done, lad! You’re quite skilled," beamed the burly man, his face brightening up immediately.

His Iron Fists swung with increased ferocity, charging towards his opponent.

His opponent, moaning with distress, shot a nasty glare at Ye Lingyue—who was this upstart? He had been on the cusp of victory, but in the blink of an eye, the little guy with internal injuries had made a comeback like he’d been injected with chicken blood.

The Martial Artist using Thunderclap Fist, just as Ye Lingyue had said, became significantly weakened after throwing several punches consecutively, and found himself being forced into retreat step by step by the Martial Artist who had just recovered, losing the upper hand.

Seeing this, Ye Lingyue swiftly moved behind the Martial Artist who was now at a disadvantage and started her persuasion again.

"Big brother, this doesn’t look good for you. Your opponent has been healed by me. If you continue to fight like this, you’re bound to lose. I have a Yellow-level Spiritual Saber here with me. Just think, if you had this kind of Spiritual Saber, and your opponent only has his two fists, with the help of the Spiritual Saber, you can certainly turn the tide and win. I’m very fair in doing business. Whatever I charged that big brother, I’ll charge you the same—how about half of the wager?" As she spoke, Ye Lingyue pulled out a saber and ostentatiously swung it a few times in front of the Martial Artist.

The flash of the Spiritual Saber was enough to show it could slice through iron as if it were mud.

Although an Innate Martial Artist is protected by Gang Qi, when facing a treasure blade, their defense greatly weakens, and a slight oversight could result in a serious injury.

The Martial Artist who had spent half of his betting stake to have Ye Lingyue treat his injuries was now anxious.

"Little brother, you’re being dishonest. How can you work both sides like this!"

"Dishonest? Can being honest fill my stomach? I’ve spent a hundred taels of gold to get in here; I need to at least break even. I’ve only taken half of your stake; you’re guaranteed to make a profit," Ye Lingyue replied without blushing or skipping a beat.

"Wait, I’m buying!"

The fighter, whose Primordial Power was lacking, couldn’t hold back any longer — he had just spoken up.

The Spiritual Saber in Ye Lingyue’s hand fell into the warrior’s possession.

With the Spiritual Saber in hand, the fighter’s spirit for battle surged. It turned out that in addition to his Fist Technique, his Sword Technique was pretty decent as well — a flash of the blade later, the warrior who had been treated for his injuries got sliced, and his front was immediately stained red with blood.

At this rate, it wasn’t just about winning — his very life might not make it through the night.

Seeing this, Ye Lingyue’s eyes started to curve into two crescent moons.

She scurried up again.

"Big brother, you’ve been injured again. Look, I have a treasure armor of Dark Level; if you wear it, that precious blade won’t be able to harm you at all. The price is very fair too, just the other half of your stake."

"..."

Such back and forth continued several times, and Ye Lingyue was having the time of her life.

The poor warriors, one moment getting treated for injuries, the next buying Spiritual Artifacts, without realizing, they had lost all their bets to Ye Lingyue. And that wasn’t all; somehow they had even lost all their personal possessions to her.

"Big brother, you’ve lost a lot of blood. Continuing to fight like this isn’t the way. I have a type of strengthening tonic here. Just a drop, and your strength will soar. You’ll be able to defeat your opponent in no time," Ye Lingyue continued her enthusiastic persuasion.

"Just stop talking, alright? I’m broke now, okay?!" the fighter who had bought the Spiritual Saber was nearly in tears.

He had just bought Ye Lingyue’s Spiritual Saber and paid for treatment, plus a few Flying Knives. The money he owed Ye Lingyue was easily more than twice the bet he had agreed on with his opponent, equivalent to all his worth. Even the stuff that Ye Lingyue sold to him had to be paid back to her.

"Big brother, don’t worry. If you don’t have it, your family or sect must have it, right? I can give you credit," Ye Lingyue exclaimed. Upon hearing this, the two warriors could no longer restrain themselves.

They exchanged glances and simultaneously withdrew their hands.

If it weren’t for this incessant Alchemist, their match would have been decided long ago. They wouldn’t have had to fight until now, getting wounded all over, not to mention handing over all their wealth to Ye Lingyue.

"Brother, let’s join forces and slaughter this little brat."

The two fighters now despised Ye Lingyue the most.

After all, this was in the Basic-level Public Area. Killing her would have no repercussions, and it would also erase the debt they owed to Ye Lingyue in one stroke.

As they spoke, they no longer cared about the ongoing duel, and with a leap, they launched themselves at Ye Lingyue with a knife and Hidden Weapon in hand.

"So you want to demolish the bridge after crossing the river, and turn your back on me, huh? Hehe~" Seeing this, Ye Lingyue remained calm and composed, blinking her eyes. Suddenly, there was a cold glint flashing behind her.